The weird ritual dance is still dancing.

The wind in the mountains is blowing by, making people feel the chill in their bones.

And as the moon rises high, the blood-stained brilliance shines through the world, the four fingerprints on the sorcerers here become more and more clear.

It's just that the location of the fingerprints is different, and the color is light or heavy.

Tao Xianniang was the most powerful and had the shallowest fingerprints, leaving only a faint shadow on Ningshuang's Hao wrist.

However, the fingerprints on Fan Zhang's body were the deepest, and he went to the grave most frequently, so the impact he received was naturally greater, but it was only slightly shallower than the five bandits who danced first.

[Weird] is originally created by humans, demons, spirits, ghosts, and weird things. A skilled warlock can control [Weird].

But [Owl God's Tomb] is obviously of a very high level, at least one level higher than [Red Seal Script].

Even Tao Xianniang, who had already entered Taoism, didn't notice anything unusual about her body.

Everyone seemed to have returned safely from the Pailing Underground Palace, but in fact, they had been unknowingly contaminated by the double pollution of [Owl God Tomb] and [Chaotianhu].

It's like a time bomb that may explode at any time.

When the mark occurs, they may not die for a while, but they will be like the ghosts under the tiger, constantly hunting and killing other people, and then taking them back to the grave together.

Wang Yuan couldn't help but quietly moved away from Fan Zhang, the native master who was most likely to "explode" on the spot, and moved closer to Tao Xianniang.

The others looked at him with expressionless expressions, but Lang Qi, who was like a dwarf, quietly gave him a thumbs up.

at this time.

The thirteen people in front were walking and dancing. They were far away from Daling Village and were about to enter Beimang Mountain.

As the [Red Seal Warlock], Tao Xianniang, who has the most say, also made a judgment on them:

"It's hopeless, just bury it."

Even though they didn't have Wang Yuan's cyanotic eyes and couldn't see the fingerprints on his wrists and ankles, they still realized the seriousness of the problem.

At least these people can't stay.

Tao Xianniang glanced around the crowd.

"Who's going to do it?"

Even a warlock can't help but feel worried about this kind of "strangeness" whose origin is unclear.

"I come!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Zhang, a native scholar who was full of earthy smell, immediately volunteered to stand up.

During this period of time, while digging holes for those who accompanied the mausoleum, the native master, who was supposed to be experienced, failed one after another due to various circumstances.

If it can be driven directly to the top of the coffin in the main tomb chamber, a peach wood pile can easily solve the "Chaotianhu".

In fact, he missed every time. Although he had enough cannon fodder to defeat them, Fan Zhang still felt that his family had lost a lot of face.

This time I had the opportunity to perform, so I naturally did my best.

This was the first time that Wang Yuan looked at this man from such a close distance. His ancestors had been tomb robbers for generations.

He was wearing a dirty khaki robe. Years of putty and dirt had almost turned the garment into oilcloth.

I'm afraid even if it rains, if the raindrops fall on his clothes, they will automatically roll aside like flowing through a lotus leaf.

On the back is an khaki animal skin bag.

An iron handle with a copper ring was exposed from the pocket. It was a Luoyang shovel necessary for tomb robbers.

It is precisely because of the tomb robbers of the past generations who diligently excavated Beimang Mountain during the troubled times, and exchanged ten tombs for nine empty ones for the Luoyang shovel's prestigious reputation.

Tao Xianniang nodded:

"Then there's Brother Lao Fan."

Seeing that the dancing team had reached the foot of Beimang Mountain, they began to climb the mountain step by step.

Fan Zhang stepped forward, grabbed a handful of soil from the ground, and kneaded it repeatedly in his hands.

Soon, with his inhuman martial arts skills, the water in it was evaporated and turned into a pile of dry dust, which was used as a "magic guide" for casting spells.

He waved it up with his hand and chanted urgently:

"The central earth station is responsible for taking pictures of the four directions. Huang Zhongli Qi is ordered by the emperor to... descend from the sky and fly to take pictures of disasters! Imperial order!"

Then he puffed up his chest and blew hard, blowing the dust towards the hillside where the team was.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Before the bystanders could show any doubts, they suddenly felt the ground beneath their feet shaking.

Rumble....

Amidst the loud thunder-like noise, Wang Yuan saw a cloud of smoke and dust rising from Beimang Mountain. As the trees shook, the entire hillside suddenly collapsed.

Yellow mud, sand, gravel, broken branches and fallen leaves poured down like waves.

In the blink of an eye, like a coffin lid suddenly closing, all thirteen people who were still dancing were buried.

"hiss!"

Take a breath of air.

"This technique is almost as powerful as heaven!"

Including Tao Xianniang, who had already entered Taoism, everyone couldn't help but look at Fan Zhang with a bit of solemnity.

This [Mountain Coffin Magic] is simply terrifyingly powerful. Although it takes advantage of this summer's severe floods, the magic itself is just an introduction.

But if we can take advantage of the right time and location, it will be easy to level a village with one move.

Bathed in awe, Fan Zhang finally felt proud and took out a piece of mud full of holes from his robe and started to gnaw on it.

Others don't know it, but he knows that the reason why this technique is called evil is because the "precepts and taboos" are extremely harsh.

[1. Four pillars and eight characters test "Nayin and Five Elements Table", only earth life can practice this technique.

Roadside soil, city head soil, house roof soil, wall soil, post soil, and soil in the sand. These six soils are most suitable for "city head soil", and other soils are also acceptable.

If one is not an earth-bound person who practices cultivation, his skin will be chapped, turned into sand and disintegrated, and he will die within a year.】

[Second, every year on the Waking of Insects Day, one must stuff their ears with bumblebee beeswax and lie in a century-old coffin for twelve hours a day.

During this period, he said nothing, did not eat, did not move, and did not sleep.】

[3. The interval between castings shall not be less than two quarters of an hour. After each casting, you must immediately eat two ounces of "termite nuggets" (the main component of ant nests) mixed with soil, termite excrement and saliva to avoid alienation. 】

In fact, it doesn't matter that you have to eat soil every time you cast a spell.

But as long as someone catches Jingzhe Ri's flaw and finds the coffin where he is hiding, even a weakling child can easily kill him.

This kind of commandments and taboos is naturally the most evil among evils.

After confirming that all these "minions" had been wiped out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but their faces still looked ugly.

"It's a bit difficult."

At this time, there are still three accompanying mausoleums left. Each one is closer to the [Owl God's Tomb], and each one must be closer to the evil gate.

If they want to survive when the big festival comes, they must get rid of them all.

Most of the bandits used as cannon fodder have been killed or injured, and many of the good ones among the tomb guards have also been lost.

The risk of going to the grave will definitely increase greatly after that.

The next person to have problems may be one of them.

Under the auspices of Wang Yunhu and Tao Xianniang, while everyone was gathered together, they simply began to assign tasks.

"Brothers from the Ma family..."

At this time, Wang Yuan was staring at the bloody moon above his head absentmindedly.

Because as the four fingerprints on his hand gradually lit up, there seemed to be auditory hallucinations in his ears.

It was as if someone was lying next to his ear, reciting something in a low voice. The sound was like the whistling of the wind, the chirping of birds, and the chilling frost of late autumn, but it just didn't sound like a human being.

It was completely unclear at first, but as the three ghosts and gods in "Little Book of Life and Death" let out a roar, the sound suddenly changed:

"The sky is clear and the earth is peaceful, eternal life is guaranteed, ghosts and gods will perish on their own, and demons and demons are invisible. Anyone who dares to violate the law will be escorted to the Nine Underworlds..."

"Yin and Yang are out of order, causing complaints. If you are shaken, you will be punished..."

This voice seemed to be teaching me a very sublime Taoist method, but it turned out to be confusing and incomplete.

‘Will the Taoism spread by [Owl God’s Tomb] essentially come from that... heavenly book?'

Wang Yuan thinks it is possible.

The "Little Book of Life and Death" could obviously suppress the peach blossom seal planted by Tao Xianniang, but it directly ignored these four fingerprints and even helped him translate the information in it.

Just like when he first awakened [his eyes were cyanotic], the "Little Book of Life and Death" said that he was infected by a "strange" thing he got to know day and night.

This baby also didn't interfere.

They seem to have the same origin!

Soon, after completing the task assignment, everyone dispersed with solemn expressions.

However, Wang Yuan did not return to his residence, but made a large circle and climbed into Beimang Mountain again.

Because in another hour, it will be Yin day and Yin hour, which is also an opportunity to practice the [Tiger Transformation Technique]!

Two birds in the forest are worse than one bird in the hand.
Chapter completed!