Wang Cheng, who was completely unaware, continued to talk to himself:

"Do you know why among the thousands of sealed tombs, 300,000 nameless tombs, and endless mass graves in Beimang Mountain, the Luoyang Royal Tomb, which is only guarded by our family, needs a big sacrifice every year?

Why has our Wang family multiplied in this Daling Village for two hundred years, and now we only have more than 200 households, with a population of less than 1,000?

And why is it that the tradition of "nursing pavilions" only exists near Beimang Mountain, and countless elderly people who should not have died were sent to hell early by their descendants?

Thinking about this, do you still think that the matter of [Owl God's Tomb] is over?"

He turned his head and stared at Wang Yuan, his eyes dark:

"People have to eat when they are hungry, and the same goes for [Owl God's Tomb]. He has been eating people all these years, but he no longer devours them like he did in the beginning.

Beimang Mountain, the eight counties in the north and south, Luoyang City... they are all on its dinner plate."

After Wang Cheng's reminder, Wang Yuan gradually dug out some of the memories he had retained in his brain when he was stupid, and soon discovered many abnormalities.

Except for grandpa, there is no one over seventy years old in the whole village.

Although seventy years are rare in life, it is definitely not normal to not see any of them.

Moreover, during the annual King Yili Mingshou Festival, strange things must happen frequently in the small Daling Village.

Wild dogs cry in graves, dead people are thrown into the rafters, and domestic animals die violently...but these are all childish matters, and it is not unheard of for an entire family to disappear overnight.

What surprised Wang Yuan even more was that he didn't realize it until Wang Cheng reminded him.

In the past fourteen years, every year when the clan held a big sacrifice for King Yili, his main consciousness would fall into a deep sleep and only wake up the next day.

No exception.

Although the memory will not be lost, when the main consciousness is asleep, he is only equivalent to a three or four-year-old child. In this state, the focus of attention cannot be those weird and strange things.

Thinking back on it now, I can't help but think about it and feel a little scared.

Thinking of the actions of Wang Yunhu and that Mr. Ge, he subconsciously said:

"You insist on sending me to the royal tomb, is it because I have some secret connection with the [Tomb of the Owl God] who keeps eating people? I am used as a sacrifice to this [weird]?"

Realizing that the blade on his neck was loose, Wang Cheng felt happy, but his face was filled with sadness and he said:

"Uncle Thirteen, have you forgotten?

Fifteen years ago, the day you were born was the memorial day of King Yili, and it was also the day when King Yili died suddenly two hundred years ago.

On the same night, after giving birth to you, the previous patriarch and his wife both passed away.

In recent years, [Owl God's Tomb]'s appetite has been increasing year by year. Not only are the old people in the 'Yanglao Pavilion' living shorter and shorter, but more and more people are dying in the village.

That’s because all the longevity and good fortune that should have been taken away by [Owl God’s Tomb] in advance!

Seeing that the two-hundred-year festival is coming soon, we really have no choice.

For the sake of the entire Wang family and the people at the foot of Beimang Mountain, although I feel sorry for you, we really only have a public heart!"

Seeing Wang Cheng's hard-working performance, which was filled with grievances and was about to burst into tears, Wang Yuan could only sneer in his heart.

If I hadn't heard them call me "bait" with my own ears, and heard the other party's words, I might have been doubtful.

I'm too lazy to argue with this guy possessed by drama.

"I believe there are ghosts in [Owl God's Tomb], and I believe there are people who want to benefit from it, but I don't believe a word that you are the kind of heroes who are dedicated to the public!

When looking at a person, since ancient times, one has always judged his deeds without regard to his heart.

In the past few years, you have never concealed your behavior in front of a fool like me, so why bother showing off now?

Forget it, I’m sorry that you guys can’t know the real inside story. When the time comes, I will naturally ask our good patriarch and that..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Yuan suddenly turned his head and looked at the dark backyard of the Wang Tomb where the lanterns had been extinguished at some point.

I heard a faint ringing sound in my ears, and the sound became louder and louder.

In the Beimang Mountain, which gradually turned into a dead silence after nightfall, the sound of the bell seemed particularly permeable.

And unlike the previous scriptures, this time, not only Wang Yuan heard it, but Wang Cheng also heard it clearly.

The two people, who were sore and weak, could not help but tremble all over, shouting with horror on their faces:

"Impossible! It's just nightfall, and the people sent by Ge Daoye to wake up the [Owl God's Tomb] haven't arrived yet. How come the things in the underground palace wake up on their own?"

No one understands better than these tomb-keepers that [Owl God’s Tomb] is a huge time bomb.

Although the patriarch and Ge Daoye had plans for it.

But once things accidentally get out of control, they are the first to suffer.

What frontline workers fear most is accidents.

Stab——!

But at this moment, a flash of sword flashed in front of the two of them.

Blood immediately burst out from their thighs, and at the same time, Wang Yuan had grabbed the "talisman waist badge" hanging on their waists.

Then he rushed outside without hesitation, leaving only two people dripping with blood and unable to move, lying on the ground helplessly and wailing.

If you don't run away after seeing a big guy, are you waiting for a meal?

When encountering danger, the most important thing is to run faster than your companions. Wang Yuan knows this well.

at the same time.

The bells in the backyard suddenly sounded sharp, and between the Xiang Hall in the second courtyard and the Baocheng in the third courtyard, a stone archway suddenly bloomed with a faint light.

The next moment, an illusory giant hand bigger than a house suddenly popped out. It was covered with black and yellow cuticles, the nails were sharp, and the spaces between the fingers were full of dirt.

Said to be a human hand, it looked more like the claws of some giant bird.

It is also covered with severely rusted bronze bells, and a slight movement will cause a piercing sound.

Like a blind man, this giant hand groped for a little while in the second courtyard before swooping towards the front yard.

Although Wang Yuan's movements were smooth and fluid without even delaying a breath, when he was still a few steps away from the door, his body suddenly froze.

It was as if a natural enemy at the top of the food chain had given it a death stare. If it moved its feet again, it would be swallowed up immediately.

After losing the "talisman waist tag", Wang and Cheng, who were already frightened out of their courage, were like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, lying on the ground with feces and urine.

[Weird] There is obviously a distinction between high and low.

Compared with the [Owl God's Tomb] and the [Weird One] that Wang Yuan encountered in the ancestral hall before, the difference between this [Owl God's Tomb] is simply greater than the difference between a tiger and a rabbit.

In the midst of lightning and flint, Wang Yuan once again pinched out the [Ghost King's Altar Seal] with ease in his hand.

A tiger's roar immediately sounded within his body, his eyes were blazing with light, mottled tiger stripes appeared on his cheeks, and a mighty "king" character faintly appeared in the middle of his forehead.

Bo!

The divine light in his body exploded, and the invisible force suddenly broke, and Wang Yuan immediately continued to rush forward.

Although the remaining 82 points of virtue in the "Little Book of Life and Death" are being consumed rapidly at a rate of five points per breath, being able to move and being unable to move is the difference between life and death.

The real speed of life and death!

Wang Yuan rushed to the gate of the city wall in the blink of an eye.

He raised the sharp tiger head knife high above his head and exhaled loudly.

"Break!"

The bright sword light flashed in the air, and in this breath, the whole body's strength was integrated into the sword, directly cutting off the door bolt as thick as an adult's thigh.

Behind him, the illusory giant hand as big as a house had entered the first courtyard, and the vegetation and bricks along the way seemed to be nothing.

But as soon as they touched the two tomb-keepers lying there, their wails suddenly stopped, and their entire bodies were sucked into the giant hand like water.

It was replaced by a burst of intensive chewing sounds.

Wherever the giant hand passed, even the blood on the ground was swept away.

Wang Yuan, who had just opened half of the door, instantly felt the biting cold behind him.

The hand was faster than the heart, and the light of the sword in his hand suddenly turned into a bolt of lightning, slashing behind him, and collided with the giant hand that was grabbing at speed.

clang!

Gold and iron clashed, making a huge roar.

The moment the blade and finger claws touched, Wang Yuan was thrown straight away by an overwhelming and irresistible force.

Even though the [Ghost King's Altar Seal] gives him the qualification to fight against the [Weird], even after removing the supernatural power that is incomprehensible to mortals, the gap between them is simply insurmountable.

Fortunately, Wang Yuan used this grip to successfully pass through the gate of the city wall and finally escaped.

But Wang Yuan, who was flying in mid-air, didn't see it.

The "Little Book of Life and Death" in my mind opened by itself, and behind the page that read "Zhishu·Book Master B·Wang Yuan", a new line of handwriting appeared faintly.
Chapter completed!