In the wall of the royal tomb.

Except for the third courtyard where the treasure city is housed, the two front courtyards, especially the stone lanterns on both sides of the Shinto, have all been lit up.

The foundation soap boots are walking on the bluestone shrine.

Wang Cheng and Wang Cheng, who held long swords at their waists, went not to the latrine, but to the deepest part of the second courtyard, where the memorial throne of the first Luoyang King "Yili King Zhou Yi" was enshrined.

‘Sure enough, there’s something going on.’

Wang Yuan followed him quietly as soon as he finished taking the medicine.

Breaking through "Zhengjin" caused a qualitative change in his ability to control his body. He moved around in silence, following the two of them like a ghostly figure.

However, the moment Wang Yuan followed the two of them entered the courtyard for the second time.

"The three gods Su Xiao and Yan are driving the Kui dragon. The mighty sword of the god king cuts off evil and eliminates traces. Purple energy rides on the sky, and Danxia rushes forward..."

Suddenly, I heard a very subtle voice chanting sutras in front of me. It was like the whistling of the wind, the chirping of birds, and the chilling frost in late autumn, but it just didn't sound like a human being.

Listen carefully, the further forward you go, the clearer and more manic the sound becomes.

"Swallow devils and eat ghosts, bend your body to drink the wind. The sky is agitated, and Weibei is leading the charge. Three hundred thousand soldiers guard us nine levels.

The corpse has been removed thousands of miles away, but it is ominous. If there is a little ghost, it wants to come and see it. The big ax from the sky can kill ghosts in five shapes..."

There were many hallucinations appearing in front of my eyes, as if there were endless demons and ghosts surrounding an evil god with the head of an owl, staring fiercely at me, as if staring at a fine feast.

‘There’s something wrong with this royal tomb, we can’t go any further.’

Wang Yuan was keenly aware that his current state was a bit like watching "The Sutra of the Corpse Account" before.

There is no need to read it, just by getting close, some evil and weird knowledge keeps getting into my mind, and then gradually takes root.

Give yourself a strong desire to read.

He had a hunch that if he could stay here and listen carefully for two days, he would most likely understand some kind of magical method from this scripture.

Of course, it is more likely to turn into a lunatic who only chants sutras.

He stopped at a distance and looked up at Xiangdian. He was surprised to see Wang Cheng and the others inserting two sticks of high-quality longevity incense into the small cauldron in front of the spiritual throne, as if nothing had happened.

Then take off the two vermilion wooden tablets enshrined on the incense table and tie them around your waist.

Only then did Wang Yuan realize that he seemed a little special compared to his fellow Wangs.

"I've had enough of that fool!

There is no need to wait for the "strange" thing in the ancestral hall to happen, or wait until the things below wake up at midnight to see how he died.

A mere 'drug bait' dares to shout and drink because he is a fool.

When we say there’s a ghost outside after dark, aren’t we so frightened that we dare not go anywhere?”

"Haha, I would like to see what his expression will be like when he bumps into [Weird] for the second time.

The [weird thing] in the ancestral hall sucked up all the luck and blessings of the main lineage's legitimate son in advance and washed him clean. It was the irresistible bait for that thing.

With him standing in front of us, as long as we keep silent and rely on this 'talisman waistband', we can more than protect ourselves..."

Wang Yuan was horrified. There was actually a [weird] living in the royal tomb that the Wang family had guarded for generations?

The guardian of the tomb can only sleep here safely by relying on the "talisman belt" that has been enshrined for many years?

Watching the two of them put on their waist tags and start back the way they came, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

‘Sure enough, it’s not for the thousand acres of fertile land.

It seems that before they run away, these two grandsons who are bent on harming your thirteenth uncle cannot be kept!'

But the method still needs to be paid attention to.

In Wang Yuan's view, if someone goes on a rampage with some force, what's the difference between him and a gorilla?

He has no so-called warrior's heart at all. [Tao Chuan Art of War] is no different from knives, spears, swords, and halberds. They are just useful tools.

What's more, I am only a mere [Fine and Flesh Foreign Minister] Dacheng, and I am still far away from being unbridled. The strength of Wang Cheng in front of me is not inferior to myself.

Having made up his mind, he took the first step and slipped back early.

...

The night is getting darker.

The two of them sat back at the table, eating bowls of peanuts and drinking rice wine without any difference.

From time to time he looked towards the front door and whispered:

"We have been prepared here for a long time, why haven't Ge Daoye's people come yet?

Could it be that there was some accident? The day of the 200th anniversary of King Yili is approaching, and things are getting more and more uneasy on Beiman Mountain."

Probably because they were drunk, they started talking more and revealed some secrets without any guidance. Wang Yuan could not help but prick up his ears and listen carefully.

Well, expose yourself now to save yourself the trouble of interrogating me later.

Wang Cheng dismissed his companion's worries:

"It's a waste of worry. Ge Daoye has received the [Divine Enchantment], and the [Red Seal Warlock] who has truly entered the sect is an immortal master who is qualified to pursue immortality.

His men are all strong men from all over the world, and they may have been taught some Taoist and magical skills, so who should we worry about?

As long as we arrive before midnight, we won't delay our business.

However, do you feel that the stamina of today's drink is a bit too strong, making your head dizzy?"

"Isn't it right? I'm still feeling nervous after what happened yesterday. In order to be brave, I drank and got a little high.

It’s all this fool’s fault.”

"..."

Maybe they were drunk and emboldened, or maybe it was because the task was about to be completed. The more the two talked, the less scrupulous they became. Anyway, this fool couldn't understand anything except eating.

suddenly.

"So, the Book of Corpse Accounts that caused [strange things] was written by the warlock Ge Daoye?"

"Nonsense, who else besides him? Huh?"

Wang Cheng and Wang Cheng, who were chatting with each other, suddenly realized something was wrong, and suddenly raised their heads to look at the "idiot" opposite who interrupted suddenly.

But at this time, his eyes were clear, and although his brows were slightly wrinkled because of the news he suddenly heard, there was no trace of the foolish look he had before.

Ding!

The two of them felt as if they had seen a ghost, and their hearts were beating wildly. It was even scarier than when they heard him talk about a grandfather yesterday.

"No! Wang Yuan has been a fool since he was a child. You can't be him. Who are you?!"

It's just that Wang Yuan usually acts so well. After fifteen years of subtlety, even if someone tells them the truth, they will probably only give the other person a look of caring and stupidity.

How can a fool start acting as a child at the age of three? Who would believe such nonsense?

Clang! Clang!

However, the long-term tacit understanding still made the two of them immediately draw their swords and prepare to take down this "Wang Yuan" first.

Each family's [Daozhuan Art of War] has two branches: large and small.

The minor art of war is [Martial Arts], also known as "the art of an enemy with a hundred people" and the "law of a sergeant"; the great art of war is "Military Strategy", also called "the art of an enemy with a hundred people" and "the art of a general".

Although the strength of Taoist soldiers is closely related to the quality of the soldiers themselves, what is more important when fighting in battle formations is the skill of the battle formations.

There can be as few as two or three people, or as many as thousands of people. Once they form an array, their power will increase dramatically, which is absolutely different from fighting alone.

The two of them formed a small formation, one "reinforced" and the other "internally strong", daring to go head-to-head with any previous [Taoist] existence.

However.

Facing the bone-piercing blade, Wang Yuan just shook his finger and uttered three words:

"Down! Down! Down!"

As if they were under a spell, the two people who had just aroused their energy and strength suddenly felt weak at their feet, and they actually fell to the ground with a "thud".

"Meng... sweat... medicine?"

Both of them were sore and numb, their muscles were weak, and they were dizzy. Just the simple movement of raising their heads exhausted all their strength.

But it was because they suddenly exerted force and directly detonated a lot of medicinal properties accumulated in the body.

Wang Yuan didn't even move his body. He slowly chewed up the last bite of the elbow, burped, and smiled at them gently as if he was taking credit:

"I prepared it myself, isn't it good?

The material comes from Datura flowers on Beimang Mountain, and its main ingredients are scopolamine, hyoscyamine and atropine... Forget it, even you illiterate people can't understand it.

The combination of this medicine and alcohol is a perfect combination, with strong medicinal power and better anesthesia effect.

It is truly a must-have medicine for traveling in the world, please give me the best price if the quantity is large, dear!”

"mean!"

Wang Chengliang felt a bit magical. A fool suddenly stopped being stupid and learned to prepare medicine. The knowledge of more than ten years was shattered in an instant.

I never thought that Wang Yuan not only didn’t feel ashamed, but also took it for granted:

“I have prepared several plans, and I didn’t have to take medicine at the beginning.

But who asked you two to go to the hut together earlier, leaving me alone here, facing these tempting wine and food?

The opportunity is so rare, if I don’t take the sweat medicine, will I still be a human being? No fool can withstand this fatal temptation!"

'What you said makes sense.'

The two of them couldn't help but be filled with grief and anger.

If you weren't so good at acting, who would be so confident about you?

Wang Yuan stood up and wiped his hands clean on Wang Cheng's body.

He picked up the mausoleum guard's standard tiger-head knife from the ground.

The handle of the knife is inlaid with a brass tiger head, and the blade is made of iron, as smooth as water. With a gentle blow, the bone-cold blade makes a killing clang.

Clang——!

The blade turned and was placed on Wang Cheng's neck, but Wang Yuan's voice was colder than the blade:

"Okay, our time is precious.
Chapter completed!