Looking at the black shadow rising from the river, Zhao Qian frowned, because we could all see that that thing was not a ghost slave.
Zhao Qian, who frowned, waved his hand gently, and the next moment, a braid made of white bones appeared in his hand.
At this time, the black figure exposed on the river opened his mouth, and a red mist suddenly spurted out from his mouth.
Zhao Qian threw away his hand and whipped the bone whip in his hand towards the mist.
With a snap, the mist was blown away.
Although the mist was dispersed, the power of the bone whip remained unabated and it was whipped directly towards the black shadow.
Snapped!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
As Zhao Qian's whip fell, the black shadow let out a series of pitiful screams, and then bubbles appeared on the surface of the water. Then the black shadow's body moved, apparently trying to get under the water.
Zhao Qian flipped his wrist, and the white bone whip moved, and it directly wrapped around the black shadow, and then he pulled the black shadow to the shore.
After landing on the shore, the black shadow quickly shrank, getting smaller and smaller, and turned into a turtle as big as a pot lid.
But this turtle has obviously been dead for who knows how long, and its body is covered with long black hair, covering the turtle's shell.
When I saw the big turtle on the ground, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and asked Zhao Qian: "What is this?"
Zhao Qian frowned and then said: "If I am correct, it should be the river god in this river."
I took a look at the big turtle and was a little surprised. I didn't expect this thing to be the local river god.
I walked up to the turtle and looked at the thing.
I don't know whether it was because he left the water or because he was whipped by Zhao Qian.
At this time, the turtle's body was decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Pools of red and white water flowed out from under the turtle shell, exuding waves of stench.
But after standing for a while, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I got up and moved away.
"Oh, this stuff is a great supplement, but it's a pity that it's all rotten now and can't be eaten." The old Taoist looked at the turtle with a look of pity on his face.
Duanmuqing glanced at the old Taoist, with a look of contempt on his face, and wanted to laugh a few words.
Wow!
At this moment, another sound of water came from the river, and the next moment, a shadow emerged from the river again.
But this time the one who came out was the ghost slave who went down just now.
The ghost slave was not afraid of the cold river water at all. He walked over directly and stood quietly behind Zhao Qian.
"What's going on below?" Zhao Qian asked him.
"Sir, there is a hole below. When I looked inside, I saw a lot of severed limbs. It took a lot of effort to clean them up," the ghost slave replied.
"After cleaning the stumps, I saw the turtle, blocking the entrance of the cave. I moved the turtle away and continued inside. There was a cave under the river. There was no water in the cave, but there was a
Platform, there is a tall iron shelf on the platform, and there are many prisoners on the shelf."
After hearing Gui Nu's words, I immediately became interested.
It seems that this place is not the tomb of King Dali at all, but a place like Xingtai.
Zhao Qian glanced at the turtle next to him again, frowned, and then said: "I'm afraid this turtle has been here for at least a hundred years, so this Xingtai should have existed long ago, and this turtle was used to seal the cave.
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I nodded. Sealing acupoints is a saying in Feng Shui. A place is full of evil spirits. In order to prevent the evil spirits from leaking out, the Feng Shui master will use means to seal the Feng Shui direction of the place. This is called sealing acupoints.
And that old turtle should have been used by the people who sealed the cave here to suppress the evil spirit here.
The people who sealed this place back then were definitely not simple. They were able to use the River God to make sealed objects at will. This also shows that this river must not be a good place.
"Draw everything you see here." Zhao Qian turned to the ghost slave and said.
As he spoke, he took out a pen and paper from his arms.
The ghost slave nodded and took it.
I'm a little surprised. This ghost slave looks stupid, but he can still draw?
But he is Zhao Qian's ghost slave. Since Zhao Qian did this, he must have his own reasons.
The ghost slave took the paper and pen, looked around, then ran to a stone and squatted down, spread out the paper, and started drawing stroke by stroke.
Seeing his painting skills, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. I never thought that this ghost slave could be so versatile.
With just a few simple strokes, Grandma Su Mi appeared on the paper in realistic clothes.
It was a platform with an iron frame and several iron ropes on the platform. There was actually a guillotine next to it.
The iron frame is filled with various instruments of torture, including ghost-head knives and large axes.
Looking at the painting, I couldn't help but frown, feeling something was wrong.
At this time, Duanmuqing noticed my expression and asked me, "What's wrong, big ears? What did you see?"
I nodded, then stretched out my hand, tapped it a few times, and said, "The placement of these torture instruments is very particular. It coincides with Feng Shui, and it is a killing array!"
Torture instruments are inherently dangerous objects, and the killing array created by using these torture instruments will be even more murderous!
"The killing formation, is it for killing people?" Duanmuqing asked me.
I shook my head and said: "There is no need to go to such trouble to kill people. Just chop them to death with one knife. The killing formations created by these torture instruments are designed to break the evil spirits, so they are used to kill zombies!"
At this point I stopped, feeling a little scared.
Fortunately, I was careful and didn't let Xiaobai go in deeply, otherwise I really don't know what trouble it would be.
I don’t know how many years this killing array has been in existence. I guess it must have been a formation created by an expert when there was a zombie apocalypse in this place before.
And now someone wants to lure me here and use this killing array to kill me.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but frown.
Anyone who knows that there is such a killing array here must be a local from Dali, but I have never been here before, let alone have any enemies. Who is plotting against me?
Although there was a big fuss in the underworld, except for Hong Yi and Zhao Qian, no one else in the underworld knew that I was winning the hook.
Others would never have imagined that the famous fierce god Ying Gou was actually just a small catcher of the underworld.
So my identity has not been revealed, which is strange. Besides the guy from the underworld, who is plotting against me?
This formation has been around for who knows how many years, and with the River God sealing the acupoints, I can tell from my butt that this formation is very lethal.
Fortunately, Xiaobai didn't go deeper just now, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.
"When will the details of that arrester be revealed?" I turned around and asked Zhao Qian.
