Mu Sicheng shook his voice and shouted "Bai Liu" in the darkness.

Then, he heard four or five voices of "Bai Liu" answering him in different intonations.

"Ok."

"Ok."

"What are you doing"

"I am here."

The moodless voice of "Bai Liu" echoed in the tomb, and Mu Sicheng's hair stood on end. He took a step back, raised the camera and pointed it in front of him, and turned on the night vision mode.

In the green screen, Mu Sicheng saw a scene where his hair stood upright.

In the narrow tomb passage, four or five ghosts who were twisting and deforming approached the white willow standing in the middle to observe, their long bleeding red eyes stared at the white willow, and they used their slit-like noses to sniff the white willow's body.

Their hands, feet and bodies are like white plasticine being fabricated and shaped. Their heads stick out from under the squeaky nest, and their feet are folded behind their heads, posing twisted and soft postures, but from the top of the bones. Judging from the raised skin, they have bones.

From their poses, Mu Sicheng couldn't imagine how a creature with bones would be able to pose in this pose.

Then slowly, slowly, these ghosts became exactly like Bai Liu.

They stood in a row with their toes hanging down beside the white willow. If you didn't look at your eyes, Mu Sicheng could hardly tell who was the real white willow.

The five ghosts suddenly raised their heads, tilted their heads and stared at him. In their pure white eyes, a black eyeball slowly dropped from the eyelids. They smiled at Mu Sicheng who was standing opposite, and then turned their heads abruptly. Come closer.

Mu Sicheng was so scared that the camera almost flew away.

At the moment when the ghosts approached, Mu Sicheng subconsciously turned the camera one direction and pointed it at his surroundings, but when he saw the content on the camera screen in the next second, he was directly frightened. Screamed.

There were also several ghosts around Mu Sicheng who were deforming.

These ghosts seem to be preparing to become Mu Sicheng, so now these ghosts are holding a "Mu Sicheng" face with twisted facial features, and grinning creakingly at his teeth.

In the chaos, a slender hand stretched out from the pale and pale body of the ghost, and his fingers gently held a match.

A calm voice came from a distance, "On the road to the underworld, follow the ghost, when crossing the ghost bridge, hold your breath without vomiting, wait for me to come to you."

This is Bai Liu's voice

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The match was polished, and the candlestick in front of Mu Sicheng, who had shrunk into a ball, was lit.

The moment the fire lit up, all the ghosts around Mu Sicheng faded away, leaving only one Bai Liu who held a match to light the candlestick and watched him quietly.

Mu Sicheng raised the candlestick and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he suddenly remembered the sentence he had just heard in the dark, waiting for me to come to you.

He subconsciously held the candlestick and shot the white willow in front of him.

Bai Liu Danran's face was reflected with blue fire, and there was no shadow on the ground and walls.

Mu Sicheng's back tightened slowly, he held the candlestick and moved it in front of him, trying to keep his voice steady, "Where are we going now?"

"Bai Liu" walked forward, he looked back at Mu Sicheng, the smile on his face seemed to be painted, with a weird paper texture.

"Go to the tomb, find a coffin, and carry it to the world."

The other end.

Bai Liu held the candlestick, and there was no one around him.

Just when he entered the tomb, Bai Liu stepped on a flip-flop door on the ground and stood on it to keep her balance. He waited until the ghost appeared and chaos, Bai Liu moved his foot to the side of the flip door, and went straight from The flip door slid through a passage and fell to the next level.

Those ghosts didn't react, and Bai Liu was gone.

Bai Liu stood up, patted the ash on his trouser legs, and glanced up at the place where he had fallen.

This is a quadrangular partial tomb chamber, not too big. Bai Liu estimated that it was about three meters long, three meters high, and three meters high. The walls were covered with thick ash.

However, these were not the places that Bai Liu paid attention to. He looked around, finally looking at the flap door that he had fallen down. This was the only exit of the square tomb.

This is a sealed tomb.

And not only that.

Bai Liu lowered the candlestick, and the light of the candlestick shook and seemed to be extinguished at any time, but the faint light was enough for Bai Liu to see clearly what was placed on the floor of the tomb.

The floor of the tomb was packed neatly and densely with many wine jars. The wine jars were sealed with square red paper, with red thread around the neck. On the red paper, a black writing brush was used to write a lay word, and two old copper bells hung at the end of the red thread. .

Red thread, bells, red paper, this is obviously an outer package with Bai Liu's previous guardian coffin.

There is probably nothing in the wine jar that Bai Liu would like to see now.

In such a small tomb, Bai Liu roughly counted it. There were about a hundred of these wine jars, which took up most of the space in the tomb. It can be said that only the position where Bai Liu just fell was not placed, and the rest were on the ground. They are full of wine jars.

It is estimated that Bai Liu will be able to reach the flap door by standing on the wine jar, but there is only a thin paper seal on the wine jar. It is estimated that Bai Liu will break when standing on it. The mouth of the jar will open. It is still unclear. Before what was in it, Bai Liu was not prepared to act so recklessly.

In addition, the flap door was swaying, and even if Bai Liu stepped on the jar to reach the door, he would not be able to get out.

The form seemed to be in a stalemate for a while, but Bai Liu didn't panic too much. He vaguely felt that everything here should have a solution.

Bai Liu held the candlestick to shine around him, this time he took a closer look.

There seemed to be something painted on the mud and rock wall. Bai Liu held the candlestick and watched closely. He kept his balance from touching the wine jars placed close to the wall, and wiped away the dust and mud shells on the wall with his clothes-wrapped hands.

The dust on the wall fell, and a mural appeared. The mural was painted with faded patterns, which looked extremely old. Many places were blurred to the point where I couldn’t see what was painted at all. But with the inscription next to the mural, it can be roughly Understand the meaning of this mural.

The wall paintings in the tombs are generally used to record some major events before the life of the tomb owner. From the murals, the tomb where Bai Liu came in should be the collective cemetery in Yinshan Village, which is commonly known as the ancestral grave. It is not for a single individual. And to build, but to build for a clan.

Many red little people appeared on the murals. They were neatly dressed, built tombs, worshipped Sanqing, and prayed for a good weather and a good harvest.

Judging from the painting, Yinshan Village at this time did not have the strange customs of burial together. Most of the villagers died normally and put them in coffins into their ancestral graves.

Bai Liu noticed that the date of the inscription at this time was about two hundred years ago.

That is to say, two hundred years ago, Yinshan Village was just an ordinary village. There were no villagers who drowned, and there was no custom of unmarried women dressed in sedan chairs and buried with drowned people.

Bai Liu turned and looked at the second wall holding the red candle.

These little people on this wall are divided into men and women, old and young. Standing at the entrance of the village, their faces are desolate. The strong men were picked out, and they seemed to be darkened.

Things were pulled away, and the places where these men were about to go were painted with swords, mountains of fire, guillotines and steel spears, like eighteen layers of hell.

The men were pulled over by dark ghost-like things. They struggled not to leave and wanted to stay in Yinshan Village, but they were still pulled into hell.

They fell into the sea of ​​swords and flames, and were smashed into pieces by guillotine steel guns. The men screamed fiercely. Even if it was just a simple faded mural, Bai Liu could see the pain and misery of these men.

The inscription next to the mural where the man fell into **** says that he will not die, and he will never live beyond life.

In Yinshan Village, there were only women, old people and children. They stood at the entrance of the village and put on sackcloth and filial piety, watching the men who fell into **** from a distance, hiding their faces and crying.

Bai Liu turned and looked at the third wall. The candlestick's fire became darker and glowing with blue and white light. As he turned to look at the next painting, the wine jars around Bai Liu also turned silently.

But Bai Liu didn't seem to be aware of this, and continued to watch it unmoved.

A Taoist with long eyebrows appeared on the mural on the third wall.

This man has long black eyebrows, snow-white beard, a golden crown on his head, and a fairy spirit fluttering. He is a bit of a fairy style. He is sitting on the cloud with floating dust and looking down on the world with worry. On the ground is hemp and filial piety. , The people of Yinshan Village who worshipped this Taoist.

The people in Yinshan Village pleaded and prayed devoutly, and it seemed that they finally moved the Taoist in the sky.

The Taoist held the floating dust, step by step a ladder descended the mortal dust, and landed at the gate of Yinshan Village. The man who knelt down at the entrance of the village held up the three fat livestock and rice wine in the village to worship the mortal Taoist.

This person took it.

Bai Liu turned to the mural on the fourth wall. The jar under his feet was getting closer and closer to him. From a certain distance to being close to Bai Liu's legs, it seemed to trap him intentionally.

The Taoist on the fourth mural suddenly changed from immortal spirit to blue-faced fangs, horizontal eyebrows and vertical eyes, sharp blue and black nails, and all kinds of yellow charms plastered on his body, making him a demon who was suppressed.

This person held up the floating dust and drove the people in Yinshan Village like a whip.

The people in Yinshan Village were forced to jump into the water and drowned, and turned into water ghosts. The girl who had not left the pavilion was put into a sedan chair by him, and was buried alive in the cemetery and was smothered to death.

This man seemed to be planning some important ceremony. The girl who was smothered was dug out from the tomb by him, put on the grand ceremonial costume again, went into the coffin, and buried it in the ancestral grave.

The corpse of the drowned person was retrieved from the weir pond, and the swollen body was stuffed into the shroud by the Taoist, covered with a straw mat, and buried in the roadside.

Innocent passers-by were dragged into the weir pond by the corpses of the water ghosts buried by the roadside and drowned.

When the corpses of the drowned person were already piled up in the weir pond and new passers-by could not drown in the weir pond, the man finally appeared again.

His complexion was getting darker and dry, his eyes were like a rat, his ears were sharp, his eyes were sunken, his Sannomiya was purple, his fingers were like steel, he was walking and sniffing, he didn't look like a living person, but a zombie face.

The corpse in the zombie weir pond was dug out and thrown to the back mountain. The corpse of the people from Yinshan Village buried before the roadside was dug out. At this time, the corpse was almost decomposed, leaving only some rotten meat and bones. The Taoist condensed these dead bones with a wine jar, sealed them with red paper and red thread bells, and put them in the partial tomb of the ancestral tomb.

This person seems to be using the tomb and these bones to arrange a formation.

Some of the murals in the middle have been blurred, and only the last painting of the ancestral tomb is left.

This man was lying in the main cemetery covered with charms, surrounded by more than a dozen coffins of brides to serve. The rest of the cemetery was full of ghosts and wine jars.

The burial objects in the normal tomb are all gold and silver jewelry. This man has occupied the ancestral tomb of his family, and he also used the extremely overbearing thing, red and white, as the burial.

Using the corpses of the ancestors tortured and died as funerary objects, and repairing them under the ancestral homes of their ancestors, such a heavy yin is enough to affect the descendants living on it.

This Taoist wants to refine everyone in Yinshan Village into red and white evil spirits for generations, and continue to give him a funeral.

It’s no wonder that the later villagers of Yinshan Village couldn’t die well. This man had done such a spell a hundred years ago to trap people in Yinshan Village. How could the people here die well?

The magic techniques used by this Daoist are extremely evil in Taoism, and the evil technique is extremely detrimental to Yin virtue. This evil technique lasted for more than a hundred years, until after staying in Yinshan Village, several villagers were persecuted by this technique. The drowning did not stop, and Bai Liu and the others, the only remaining Yinshan Village descendants, were summoned back to continue torturing to death.

Bai Liu's gaze rested on the face of the Taoist lying in the main tomb on the mural.

If they hadn't died, this man could not do what he wanted, and he would probably wake up.

For more than a hundred years, I don’t know how many zombies trained in vain and resentment, what will happen when they wake up

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