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"This...this must be...the Secret Collection Pavilion..."

"Secret Collection Pavilion..."

'call--'

In the sealed space under the ground, echoes came from all directions.

A gloomy wind rose on the ground, rolling up a lot of dust and dancing in the air.

Around the darkness, there seemed to be countless evil spirits ready to move.

With one stroke of the Chaos Blue Lantern in Young General Song Qing's hand, the black air ‘whipped’ back.

The dust quickly dispersed, exposing the environment in the underground palace.

With the light, everyone can vaguely see the surrounding environment.

"what!!!"

"what……"

There are bones all around.

The corpses of the people who had died in the massacre were stacked one after another and buried all around.

It forms a ring wall, besieging all the people who fall down.

The deep pit under the ground was a full ten feet high from the ground, but these bones almost filled the gap between the pit and the ground.

When the ban was opened, the ghosts buried here for seven or eighty years finally revealed a scene that had been covered up that year.

The ‘slaughter city’ that has been handed down to the world’s population is nothing more than a piece of talk for the descendants of Shenzhuang.

But when I saw these stacked bones with my own eyes, it was extremely shocking and terrifying.

Those skulls faced the people in the encirclement, and the eyes that had already lost flesh and blood seemed to have grievances.

Faced with so many bones, Wu Baoshan and others couldn't stand with trembling legs, and fell on the ground with their son.

The veteran Taoist also stared around with Song Changqing, his eyes widened, and his eyes were sore. After being shocked by this scene, he couldn't even speak.

"Oh..." After a long while, the old Taoist sighed for a long time, then stooped to make a sigh, turned around and spoke loudly:

"Predecessors, I am Song Xuzi, the 17th generation descendant of Nanyang Yunhushan Taoist Sect. I was entrusted by others to hear of the changes in Shenzhuang, so I came here.

Unfortunately, Shen Zhuang was slaughtered by evil and suffering, and was forced to hide here in order to find out the path of the Nine You Ghost King. "

The veteran Taoist seriously saluted the four directions one by one, and said:

"It's unavoidable to disturb you. I hope you don't be surprised. If you can keep my pair of disciples safe, if I get lucky, I will definitely dig and bury them in the future and return them to peace."

After he shouted this, he knelt down and knocked his head a few times, then stood up and beat his spirit:

"Find the origins of the nine ghost kings first."

Everyone was frightened at first, but when they saw the white bones here, they felt a bitter and sad emotion rushing to their hearts.

I was stunned when I heard the words of the old Taoist priest, and suddenly came to my senses.

Before everyone could speak, a stern wind blew over again.

The dust was picked up by the flying, and blew around with a ‘woo woo’ sound, exposing the stack of books underneath.

If it is said that the surrounding area is full of bones, then the middle part surrounded by the bones is the old things that Shenzhuang cleaned up that year.

There are bundles of silk that have decayed, and some old houses stained with blood.

A large number of books and papers are piled up here, forming a hill, piled up with the things found in the city, some of which were held down by broken beams and stones that had previously collapsed.

Even some books have been crushed under the bones, which is impossible to count.

When everyone saw this scene, they were struggling again:

"This... at this moment in time, how can I find it out?"

Not to mention whether there are old documents more than 300 years ago, even if there are, it is not an easy task to find out from the piles of old things here.

Even if there are about twenty people here, there are already more than half of the illiterate people.

Not to mention that there are still corpses chasing and the threat of the Nine Ghosts Ghost King, even if not, if you want to sort out the old things in this place one by one with 20 people, I am afraid that it is impossible to clean up this place without ten and a half months .

"It's man-made. With the gossip array to resist, the ghost corpse and the ghost king should not be able to enter for the time being."

The old Taoist took a deep breath and ordered:

"For those who are illiterate, first find a way to sort out documents and files and throw them together. Those who are literate can look for the archive records of the year."

He turned his head:

"As for how much you can find, just do your best."

By now, everyone is desperate.

Although he didn't know what kind of task Song Qingxiao shoulders, he still wanted to help the apprentice as much as possible, and let her fulfill her wish first.

Everyone felt helpless, but at this point, they knew that the old Taoist was right.

Time was extremely tight, and everyone stopped complaining, and they all started separate operations.

Those who are illiterate first helped to remove the dilapidated objects, digging through the books that were crushed underneath, and stacking them in one place.

Song Qing Xiao took the long sword, and let go of his hand, the blue light floated in the air.

Seven stars escaped from her body and surrounded everyone.

This action made the fearful people immediately feel a lot more at ease, and the action was faster than before.

After she had done all this, she sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to look for the book lying on the ground with both hands.

These ancient documents have been buried underground for many years, and they have almost been glued together.

The above handwriting is illegible, so you need to be careful when opening it.

But fortunately, everyone did find the right place. She touched a book and when she opened it, she found that it was the big and small events recorded during the Great Jin Kaiyang Year.

Although I don’t know how many years have passed since, it seems that it belonged to the middle of the Dajin Dynasty. Counting time, it was probably more than two hundred years ago.

Everyone didn't speak, and they worked very hard.

Song Qing's little spirit is strong, and with his spiritual power, he can grab more than a dozen books at the same time. After scanning, he can roughly understand the type of books, and put them in another place if they are wrong.

As a result, her reading and searching speed alone surpassed ten people, and the speed was naturally greatly improved.

While she was concentrating, she sensed the old Taoist priest walking towards her.

She kept moving her hands, only knowing that the old Taoist priest stood behind her for a while, and then reached out and touched her head.

"Don't mind."

He sat down, sitting side by side with her:

"Sometimes what people say in panic and anger is uncountable."

The gentle and honest voice of the old Taoist rang in her ears, with comfort:

"You are a very good child, not indifferent."

He was talking about what the man accused Song Qingxiao of when the crowd rioted after Wu Nier's death.

The situation was critical at the time, but Song Qingxiao's expression should have been seen by him at that time, but he did not say anything at the time.

Song Qingxiao's movement to turn the book paused. For some unknown reason, her already barely calm mood began to fluctuate fiercely.

"Some people's feelings are introverted by nature, like a fortune, but they are still locked in a secret corner."

The voice of the old Taoist priest is very soft, like a gentle breeze that slowly blows into her heart:

"We need to find it slowly. You haven't found it completely yet. It's not your fault."

He looked at Song Qingxiao in a daze holding a book, she lowered her head, wondering if she was listening to her.

"But the master believes that you have this kind of emotion, but it turns on more slowly than others."

He looked at the girl with drooping hair, and overlapped her shadow with the girl in his memory, his eyes gradually moistened:

"One day, you will find this treasure and obtain this wealth."

After talking about this, the old Taoist finally couldn't hold it back, and stretched out his hand to slowly touch her head.

She didn't hide, her palm was thin, and the calluses on her palm were a bit thick.

However, the warmth that came from his palms was unparalleled, and it gave Song Qingxiao an unprecedented sense of peace and warmth.

This feeling was something she had never had before. The unfamiliar made her feel terrified, but made her a little greedy.

Song Daochang's cultivation is not strong, but the cultivation of the realm of Huaying.

In terms of realm, it was two realms lower than her.

He is old-fashioned, serious, and somewhat pedantic.

The personality is also like a good person, a little ignorant of current affairs, and in times of crisis, even trying to save the lives of these useless people without self-reliance, even if they sacrifice their own lives, they never care.

If you think of him as a ‘teammate’, he is actually unqualified.

But for some reason, when he said these words softly, when he touched her head with his hand, the kind of compassion and care was passed into Song Qingxiao's heart through his words and deeds without reservation. .

He was obviously so weak, but at this time he brought a feeling of warmth and security that Song Qingxiao felt like never before.

It seemed that whether the future was a storm or a rain of blood, he could stand it up for her one by one.

"Even if you can't find it, it doesn't matter."

The old Taoist felt her body's stiffness from the beginning to the relaxation at the back, as if she was still trembling, with tears in her eyes, but a smile appeared:

"I'm still here with your Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother."

She has restrained emotions, and she can't learn to give for the time being, but as long as others will love her, it will do.

"Don't pay attention to what people say. They don't understand you, so what do they know?"

Song Qingxiao was stunned, his eyes were sore and unbearable, as if something was about to overflow.

She subconsciously reached out to touch it, but it felt wet.

Seeing that she was silent, the old Taoist rubbed her head again and said softly:

"If you can't find the origin of the Jiuyou Ghost King in the end, you won't be able to stand it anymore. You can complete your task alone, or leave by yourself, don't worry about me."

His lips moved, and he glanced at Song Changqing in the distance, trying to say something, but in the end he did not speak, leaving only a trace of guilt.

"Okay, let's find a book."

After saying this, he also began to search for books with his spiritual knowledge.

Song Qingxiao was stunned for a long time before nodding.

This episode between the master and the apprentice did not arouse the attention of others. Everyone was worried about life and death, and was anxious to find a way to survive. They didn't have the time to care whether what they had said before hurt people.

The people who were slaughtered in Shenzhuang that year and hundreds of years of historical records are piled up here and buried in the ground.

As time passed bit by bit, the noise above became more and more intense.

The roar of the corpse and the fluctuation of the spiritual power of the formation came from time to time. After the corpse was shattered by the formation, the body turned into evil spirits and dissipated around it.

Everyone worked together and quickly cleared a large open space from the ground.

Some blood-stained robes, old things, etc. were piled on one side, and the books searched were piled on another.

The documents that you have read were put on the other side, and a large piece of paper was gradually piled up, but the records of more than three hundred years ago were still not found.

The longer the time, the scarcer it seems, whether it was destroyed before Shenzhuang was slaughtered.

Occasionally, I found millions of books from the prime of the year. Before I was too happy, I found out that they were books that had nothing to do with household registration and events. I felt like riding a roller coaster, one after another.

More and more space was cleared, but nothing was achieved. Everyone began to feel uneasy.

There are too many dead bodies here, no matter the smell or the environment, the pressure on people's psychology is tremendous.

Slowly, despair appeared in some people's eyes, and their movements were no longer as fast as before.

Song Qingxiao took a dozen books with his spiritual power, and before he opened it, a crisp female voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Gluck giggled..."

As soon as this sound rang, many people trembled, and they were so frightened that they fell to the ground immediately, and did not even dare to cry.

"I really thought hiding here, I can't do anything with you?"

The Nine You Ghost King appeared again.

The dry bones under the ground moved slightly, as if the originally calm magnetic field of Yin Qi was broken at once, and suddenly became violent.

‘Swish—’

‘Swish—’

The spiritual power within the gossip array fluctuated rapidly, and the yin evil air that swept through was blocked at once.

"Don't panic."

Song Qingxiao kept moving. While searching for books with his spiritual sense, he said:

"The gossip array here can block her."

With the ability of the Jiuyou Ghost King, they knew it long ago when they entered the City Lord's Mansion.

The reason why she hasn't entered is because there must be something that can make her jealous.

The array laid here, the gossip array formed by the eight jade statues is extremely powerful, and with the blessing of her blood power, it is enough to block this ghost for a while.

Her strength still convinced everyone.

After the speech fell off at this moment, the people who were still in shock and despair were relieved, but then they said:

"Then, how long can this stop her?"

The voice of the man who spoke was somewhat cautious and cowardly. When she raised her head to meet him, his eyes were humble and pleading, as if she was not sure whether she would answer this.

Her character is strong and domineering, and she acts mainly on her own tasks.

Song Qingxiao pursed her lips, the old Taoist priest's words to comfort her sounded in her mind, and then she spoke:

"Can't stop it for long."

The jade carving itself is just a dead thing, even if it was placed by a master at the time, after all, the birthday is long, and this place is advantageous to the ghost king, so it is not easy to say how long it can stop her.

"So we have to move faster, and see if we can figure out any clues."

She uttered a rare explanation. Although her tone was not so gentle, she made the man flattered and nodded in satisfaction:

"Ah, ah, I'm looking for it, I'll look for it again soon."

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist smiled with relief.

Everyone's movements accelerated, and the voice of the Nine You Ghost King heard from time to time.

Sometimes resentful, sometimes gentle, like a magical sound, disturbing everyone's minds.

The books under the ground were getting more and more empty, and more and more records from the early years were turned over, and even a memorabilia of the Wansheng period was also turned over. This made everyone's minds refreshed, as if they had gained a lot of attention. Great encouragement.

‘Crack! Click! Click! ’

The upper spiritual power fluctuates more and more fiercely, and obviously the fighting method is already extremely fierce.

The strands of black energy shuttled back and forth, almost blocking the light formed by that mana.

The cracking sound couldn't be heard, the black air was overwhelming, and the power seemed to skyrocket a lot.

"Oops."

Seeing this scene, even people who don't know how to use magic have this idea in their hearts.

‘嗞嗞嗞——’

A large amount of black air dissipated, and the scene was like countless endless hairs, spread out like seaweed in the water, completely blocking the hole after the large formation above.

Chilling ghosts escaped in, and a power of darkness, despair, death and fear escaped from the black line.

The black air grew longer and longer, and it had fallen into the mid-air at a distance of more than ten meters, getting closer and closer to everyone.

"This formation is unstoppable."

The old Taoist's heart tightened, his eyes showed a look of death, and he stood up with a'swish'.

At this moment, Song Changqing, who was carrying a huge package and buried himself in search of a book, suddenly shouted:

"Junior sister, I found it!"

He grabbed a handful of thick books in his hands and raised his head.

At this moment, the black line began to squirm, and a loud bang came from above, and the spiritual power dissipated and was swallowed by the evil spirits of Yin!

The gossip array that suppressed the nine ghost kings is broken!

"Dead! Dead! Dead!"

Within the dense black air ~lightnovelpub.net~ came a woman's extremely bitter curse.

A large amount of black gas turned into a black silk and shot out in the direction of Song Changqing.

At the same time, the outline of a huge melon face appeared in the massive black air.

The face could not see the eyes and nostrils, but a huge black mouth appeared out of thin air, opening his mouth at everyone:

"dead--!!!"

The evil spirits gushed out from it.

At this moment, the ground began to tremble crazily.

‘Buzz—’

As if an earthquake broke out, some stacked books and old things shook heavily.

The resentment of the big stocks gathered around and quickly closed.

"Ghost, ghost..."

The old Taoist's face changed.

The room leak happened in the evening rain, and the gossip array existed originally to suppress the resentment here.

These ghosts who died in the massacre a hundred years ago were sealed here for a hundred years, and their grievances were extremely deep.

Even the power of one or two ghosts is already extremely terrifying, not to mention the anger of tens of thousands of unjust souls, it is even more monstrous and difficult to stop.

There are Jiuyou in front and thousands of ghosts in the back. Even if Daluo **** descends at this time, I am afraid it will be difficult to get away.

When the black energy surged, the evil Yin Qi and the evil Yin Qi converged, and Song Qing's master and apprentice and the others were mixed in, thinking that he would definitely die--

The calm corpses all around vibrated, and the overwhelming vengeance converged, forming an unparalleled terrifying force, passing through the bodies of everyone, and hitting out in the direction of that grimace!

'boom! ’

The two black streams collided and a large stream of black smoke dissipated.

The moment when the forces of the two sides collided, it was not the expected fusion, but began to fight hard!

The shadow of thousands of ghosts appeared, and ‘lifted’ that terrifying grimace in the air!