Looking at the Ghost King kneeling in front of Ying Gou, the old Taoist was shocked and speechless, his mouth wide open.
The old Taoist knew how terrifying that huge existence was, but the old Taoist never imagined that as soon as his boss appeared, the guy would kneel down.
Looking at Ying Gou standing quietly in front of the Ghost King, the old Taoist couldn't help but feel excited. It seemed that he was really lucky. His boss had such a strong strength, so he wouldn't go sideways in the future.
Xiao Bai was not as excited as Lao Dao, but looked at Ying Gou and frowned.
She knew that the body of that person now belonged to her master, but the breath did not belong to the master at all. What happened to the master?
I didn't see this scene, because after Ying Gou appeared, I went straight to the back of the villa. I could feel that there was a distant and violent aura on Qingniu Mountain behind the villa, which should be where the ghost king's ghost was.
I ran past the villa and walked directly onto the trail up the mountain. Although Qingniu Mountain is called Qingniu Mountain, it is just a larger dirt slope. Most of it is covered with grass, so there are no scenic spots. Very few people come here.
This place.
Feeling the breath, I walked all the way forward, and soon I came to the back of Qingniu Mountain. There were two thick trees in front of me, which were two locust trees.
There was a small dirt bag between the two locust trees. I walked over directly because I could feel the breath coming from here.
When I walked closer, I found that there was a dark hole on top of the earth bag. It was dark and I didn't know how deep it was, and there was a cold breath coming from inside.
I know that this should be the place where the ghost king's soul was suppressed. If I want to go down here normally, I will definitely be prepared, because the entrance of the cave is very narrow, and I don't know how deep it is. It will be difficult to go down, but now I
It's just a ghost. This cave entrance poses no difficulty to me at all.
I walked to the entrance of the cave, jumped down, and floated downwards.
This is a strange feeling, because now I am a ghost, so I can't feel the usual gravity at all. When I fall down, it should be more accurate to say that I am falling.
It's like a piece of feather or cotton blown by the wind.
I don’t know how long it took, but I finally fell to the ground. The entrance of the hole turned, no longer going downward but extending toward the front.
The cave entrance in front was still dark, but as soon as I entered it, I felt an inexplicable familiar feeling.
Of course I have never been to this ghost place, but the familiar feeling is so strong.
I felt a breath after another, which was the breath of the talisman, but those breaths seemed to have been destroyed and incomplete, and they were on the surrounding cave walls.
I didn't continue walking forward, but stopped and looked at the surrounding cave walls.
I saw lines painted all over the cave wall. I stroked those lines along the lines with my fingers. The more I touched them, the more shocked I became.
Because those are all runes, the cave wall is actually engraved with soul-soothing runes.
I have been learning talismans from my grandfather since I was a child. I know that each magician uses different talismans. Everyone has their own special talisman, so the handwriting used when drawing the talisman is different.
It is easy to identify the handwriting of the magician through the runes.
I kept touching it with my hands, and I became more and more shocked, because I was extremely familiar with the runes of these spells. I was absolutely sure that these runes were written by my grandfather!
I have studied with my grandfather since I was a child, so I am the person most familiar with his runes in the world. I can be 100% sure that these runes were written by my grandfather!
Now that grandpa's runes appear here, it proves that grandpa was here before, and these runes were drawn by grandpa!
After confirming this matter, I was extremely shocked. It turned out that this ghost king was suppressed here by my grandfather back then.
But grandpa is just a magician. Although he is a top magician, the opponent is a ghost king from the underworld. How can grandpa trap it?
I thought about every moment I spent with my grandfather. Although I was raised by him since I was a child, I suddenly realized that I really didn’t know my grandfather well.
The old man was usually taciturn. He hardly said anything to me other than teaching me spells. As for what happened to him back then, I didn't even know anything about him.
In my impression, my grandfather has always been a silent old man who likes to smoke dry cigarettes.
Now it seems that grandpa may not be simple, he must have many secrets.
I suddenly thought that when the guy from Mu Mu came to the shop, he said that grandpa asked him to come to me. But grandpa was obviously dead. Where did he meet grandpa?
Yinggou showed me the battle in the Sea of Netherworld, where I met Mu Mu. He must have been with Yinggou. He could stand with such a powerful being. The origin of Mu Mu was definitely not simple.
Grandpa is related to him, so is grandpa’s origin also related to the underworld?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but have a headache. It seems that there are many secrets about my grandfather. I don't even know what kind of person he is.
Does Grandpa know that Ying Gou is in my body? And Hong Yi, do they know each other?
Although I can't think clearly about these issues, I believe that grandpa will not harm me. The reason why he didn't tell me was probably because he wanted to protect me.
Thinking of this, I shook my head and continued walking forward. Although there were talismans left by my grandfather on the cave wall, those talismans had been damaged and were incomplete. I think they were made by the Japanese.
I continued walking forward, and not long after, the passage in front became wider, and further forward was actually a huge cave.
I stopped and looked around, and couldn't help but gasp.
I saw countless skulls inlaid on the wall of the cave, densely packed into the entire cave wall.
At this time, the empty eyes of those skeletons were staring at me.
These skulls are all human. If they look like this, they are naturally dead and embedded in this hole.
Looking at those skulls, I frowned. These people should have been killed by the Japanese back then. These skulls were embedded in the cave wall, as if they were some kind of formation.
There was nothing else in the cave, only a huge white skeleton on the ground in the middle.
It was a human skeleton, except that this skeleton was unusually tall and had no head.
Even without the head, the height of this skeleton is still five to six meters high.
Looking at the tall skeleton, I frowned.
This skeleton now has no head. It should be that of the ghost king outside, because its head is outside at this time.
