Third Young Master Ding stood up, his eyes widened. The position of his right eye was dark, and it looked quite penetrating.

"ah!"

Seeing Mr. Ding's body sitting up, Ding Wanhan was startled and his face turned pale.

The old lady of the Ding family looked slightly stunned. She looked at Mr. Ding sitting there and hesitated: "Third Young Master?"

She trembled and shouted.

However, Sanshao Ding over there did not answer. A ball of silvery white shiny liquid suddenly spit out from his throat.

Then, with another loud bang, he lay down on the coffin board.

"Just...what was that just now?" Ding Shanhe, who was standing nearest, was frightened.

"Mercury, you said the thing he poured into his head must be mercury." Lin Yi lowered his head, looked at the now silent Ding Sanshao, and said with some thought: "What is in there?

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Lin also looked in the direction of the icehouse.

"In there..." Ding Shanhe looked hesitant.

On the other hand, Ding Wanhan, who had been silent all this time, said with a pale face, "There are people in our Ding family who have died inexplicably over the years."

"Open."

Lin Yi walked slowly towards the icehouse.

Ding Shanhe was still hesitant and looked at the old lady of the Ding family.

"Listen to him and open."

The old lady of the Ding family spoke firmly, and then Ding Shanhe walked quickly and opened the icehouse door.

The space inside was not very large, with dozens of corpses neatly stacked. The corpses ranged from big to small, and the smallest was a baby, with eyes wide open, mouth open, expression dull, and eyes filled with resentment.

In the innermost position is an extremely shriveled corpse.

He was an old man with gray hair and no moisture in his body. He was hideous and terrifying. The nails on his fingers were very long, like sharp blades.

He had his eyes closed and was skinny. His body was tightly tied with red ropes. The other end of the red ropes was hung on a hook in the center of the icehouse.

As soon as we entered the icehouse, it was freezing cold from all directions.

"There are a total of fifty-five people here, and they are all people from my Ding family who died in accidents in the past." Ding Shanhe's face turned a little pale.

Si Wen mustered up the courage to come up and take a look. He was frightened by the corpses inside.

After taking one look, he was about to exit, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw a corpse in the corner, and his eyes were slightly startled.

Compared to the others, that corpse looked bigger and stronger. The whole corpse had bulging muscles. At first glance, it gave people a sense of strength. Even though he had been dead for many years, you could still see the traces of the past victorious years on his body.

Traces coming down.

"That person, that person!" Si Wen's eyes widened, he stretched out his hand and pointed over there, his face trembling.

"Huh?" Lin Yi was slightly curious and followed Shi Wen's gaze.

"Is that the man who killed ten black bears with his bare hands, Wang Huhan, the top master in Leyang?" Shi Wen asked, his tone full of surprise.

"Yes, do you know him?" The old lady of the Ding family was stunned and looked at Shi Wen.

"I have seen his photos before." Shi Wen took a deep breath and looked at Wang Huhan with fascination: "When I was a child, I heard people talk about his deeds. It is said that he is as tall as a mountain and can cut off meat with one hand.

Water is a person who is heroic, righteous and powerful."

"But I don't know when, there was no news at all."

Shi Wen felt a little sad when he mentioned this.

The old lady of the Ding family on the side looked at Wang Huhan's body, her eyes a little complicated, and her tone rarely became softer: "He is my husband. He came into my Ding family more than fifty years ago, but one night more than thirty years ago,

He lost his heart inexplicably and has been placed here ever since."

"Lost heart!"

Shi Wen was stunned when he heard what the old lady of the Ding family said.

The heart is the source of human blood and the source of strength for masters of external and internal energy. Without the heart, a person will surely die.

"Master Lin, do you see anything?" Ding Shanhe saw Lin Yi standing inside without speaking, so he couldn't help but ask.

"There are fifty-five corpses here. After death, all the things on the body were lost?" Lin Yi glanced around and frowned slightly.

"Well, except for our ancestors of the Ding family, everyone here has lost something, whether it is their heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, or arms and limbs." Ding Shanhe looked a little unnatural when he talked about this.

"The ancestor of the Ding family, is he the one bound by the red rope?" Lin Yi looked at the corpse in the deepest part again, with a rather playful look in his eyes.

"Yes, that is our ancestor of the Ding family. The reason why we were tied with red rope was because our ancestor specially ordered it before he passed away." The old lady of the Ding family looked at the body with respect in her eyes: "Our ancestor of the Ding family, in those troubled times,

Using the black jade from before, he cultivated the third-grade Vajra. At that time, he was truly the number one person in Haizhou."

"Before his death, our ancestors warned our descendants that the causes of yin and yang must eventually come to an end. Our Ding family, which relied on the black jade in the tomb in Jingnan Mountain to rise, will also be trapped in the curse of evil spirits for life after life."

"One day, the evil ghost will come back to seek revenge. At that time, the Ding family will be in an unprecedented crisis, so it is necessary to continue to recruit heroes. Through this, we may be able to tide over the difficulties."

Speaking of this matter, the old lady of the Ding family sighed.

"I know, let's go back."

Lin Yi nodded, turned around and walked out of the icehouse.

"Master Lin?"

Seeing that Lin Yi had not done anything and was about to leave, the expression of the old lady of the Ding family changed slightly.

"Don't worry, ghosts are still coming. Speaking of which, this time, even if you don't ask me, I will help you solve this problem."

Lin Yi spoke calmly, and after the words fell, the faces of the old ladies of the Ding family suddenly lightened up: "With your words, Master Lin, our Ding family will feel relieved."

"It's interesting to try to change the way of heaven by using human skin and ghost clothes."

Lin Yi shook his head slightly, murmured to himself, turned to look at the closed icehouse door again, and strode away.

Outside the warehouse, three female souls were suspended in mid-air. They did not enter the warehouse with Lin Yi just now.

Seeing Lin Yi coming out, three female spirits immediately surrounded him.

"Master, a Taoist priest just showed up."

"Wearing a yellow mandarin jacket, holding a mahogany sword in his hand, and wearing grass sandals, he looks very fierce."

"He's gone now, do you want to chase him?"

The strength and cultivation of the three female souls are increasing, and their spiritual intelligence has also become more and more sharp. They are all surrounding Lin Yi, chattering in a very friendly and natural way.

"No need, he will come again."

"This Jingnan Mountain seems to be getting more and more interesting."

Lin Yi turned around, his face calm, his eyes indifferent, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Maybe you can still have a big meal."

Inside the warehouse.

After everyone left, the entire warehouse became quiet again.

In the icehouse further inside.

The stiff and lifeless torso of the mummy tied with countless red ropes trembled slightly.

The ancestor of the Ding family, who had kept his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were one black and one red, and they were full of coldness.
Chapter completed!