One moment, Yan Yan was still standing in front of him, and the next moment he disappeared.
Qingxuan stood there and took out the token to find Bai Zhu.
"It must have been a ghost hitting the wall. Has she been tricked again?" Xiao Bai Zhu held her forehead.
Even before he met Yan Yu, Yan Yu had been easily fooled by these ghosts.
Qingxuan couldn't help but complain to Yan Yan, "Why do you fall for these tricks even though your ghost power is stronger than mine?"
"You are too weak to be wary of this. She is too strong and indifferent."
When they sense something is wrong, ordinary human ghosts will be wary and subconsciously find it interesting, making them easier to fall for than other human ghosts.
Rather than being tricked, it's better to say that I voluntarily entered the ghost wall for fun.
"Then nothing will happen to you, right?" Qingxuan asked.
Bai Zhu was silent for a while, and Qing Xuan's heart skipped a beat. Just when he was thinking about how to save Yan Yu, he heard Bai Zhu say quietly, "Yan Yu's actions are not serious. If you don't stop him as soon as possible, I'm afraid he won't ask anything.
The evil spirit will disappear."
Qingxuan: "..." Well, it turned out that he was worried that Yan Yan would be too harsh.
"With your ability, it's not difficult to find the entrance to the ghost wall." After saying that, Bai Zhu was about to leave, but Qing Xuan looked like he was hesitant to speak.
"Anything else to ask?"
"Master Qi, have you told the adults what happened?"
"No, she asked?"
Qingxuan nodded.
"I'll tell her later."
"yes."
It was already dawn, and Qingxuan stood in the snow and almost doubted his life.
As promised, wouldn't it be difficult with his ability to find ghosts and break the wall?
It's been a day and a night, and he still hasn't seen Yan Yan yet.
What he didn't know was that Yan Zi's playful temperament had strengthened his ordinary ghost-beating-the-wall attitude a lot.
At this time, even if the white candle is there, it is not easy to enter the ghost wall.
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It was pitch black in the dry well.
It's still bright tomorrow and it's still snowing heavily. No matter how deep the well is, there should be some reflection at the bottom.
But it was still eerily dark.
Yan Yan put his right hand into the dry well.
Less than an arm's length away, she could no longer see her arm. When she stretched it into the well, her arm looked like it had been swallowed up by the blackness in the well.
Yan Yan slowly wanted to take back his hand and jump down to take a look, but he felt the wind brushing against his fingertips.
Slight, tiny.
It wasn't the wind, it was something crawling by!
She frowned, pulled her arm upwards, and with a "pop" sound, something sticky grabbed her hand and pulled it down.
There are still a few rough hair strands on top of the sticky texture.
At this time, the hand feels like reaching into a caterpillar box full of water.
The thing in the dry well was still holding her down, and Yan Yan stood motionless by the dry well.
"..."
Yan Yan has lived for a thousand years and has a lot of patience. Let alone just for a moment, if she wants to play, she can let the things in the well drag her and wait for hundreds of years.
She put her other hand on the wall of the well to support her chin, and put her other hand in the well to let the things inside pull her.
After a while, I felt that there was no movement in the well.
Yan Yan took back the hand that supported his chin and looked into the dark well in confusion.
At this glance, it was no longer pitch black in the dry well.
An old man's face. It is unclear whether he is a man or a woman. There are wrinkles on the face, stacked human skin, mold-like age spots and rotten sores. There is a skull imprinted on the face.
The eyelids are sunken, as if there is no flesh and blood under the skin, and the eye sockets are reduced to the size of black eyeballs.
Yan Yan's eyes moved to the hands of the old man's corpse.
"..."
She regretted it, she shouldn't have let this thing touch her.
The old man's corpse's hair was loose, and his hands were clumps of hair that had been pulled off. Only a few scattered strands of hair were left on his scalp.
Yan Yan felt itchy, it was the hair that had been pulled out, it was just a sticky thing, dark yellow with black patches, mixed with yellowish brown water stains.
She didn't know what it was at first, but when the old man's corpse climbed up from the dry well, the sticky thing only appeared on its crotch...
Yan Yan was still dazed in nausea and shock, and the old man's other hand had already grabbed her collar.
"ah--"
Taking a breath of cold air, Yan Yan screamed and threw the old man's body back into the dry well.
Fortunately, only the hand holding her wrist was dirty.
The messy collar was held loose by the old man's body, revealing the faint red marks inside.
When Qingxuan heard the sound and appeared in front of Yan Yan, he glanced at her collar and quickly averted his eyes, falling directly on Yan Yan's dirty hands.
"..."
No wonder Yan Yan could be heard screaming.
Yan Yan ignored the loose collar and looked at Qingxuan with a mournful face, "Help—"
Qingxuan looked at the things in her hands with a confused expression.
Getting caught with this kind of stuff won't do much harm, but it's extremely insulting.
——Fortunately, I didn’t let Master Qi see it, otherwise Master Qi would have disliked you for hundreds of years.
After cleaning it up, Yan Yan still looked at his wrist with an expression that said he couldn't survive.
"Why don't I chop off my hand?"
She couldn't stand it, she really couldn't stand it.
She is the majestic ghost king of the ten directions, why is her life so miserable!
"..." Qingxuan said, "Sir, after you return to the underworld, this physical body will no longer exist."
"Okay, then I'll bear with it for a while." Yan Yan's expression was uglier than crying at this time. In desperation, he found a black glove and put it on his right hand.
Qingxuan also saw the situation in the dry well at this time, took out a fire seal, pulled off the lid and threw it down.
"You said this was an illusion conjured by ghosts, is Huozhezi useful?" Yan Yan asked.
The probe looked into the dry well, and the bottom of the well was brightly illuminated.
"There is nothing in this subordinate that is not human." Qingxuan said.
Yan Yan glanced at Qingxuan approvingly, "It's really useful -"
The end of the sentence was very long, and it was unclear whether he was talking about Huo Zhezi or Qingxuan.
Under the dry well were the bodies of several old men, with a thick layer of snow falling on them.
The old man's body that Yan Yan saw just now was not under the dry well.
Maybe it's there, but it's at the bottom.
You can see abnormally long hair and nails on the old man's body.
They were still alive when they were under the dry well.
Hair and fingernails are still growing, even after they die.
"No food, no drink." Yan Yan looked up at the heavy snow falling again, "More people will freeze to death."
After the dry well in front of her disappeared, Yan and Yan were still standing where she was before.
The snow outside the ghost wall didn't fall much.
Qingxuan took out an umbrella and covered Yan Yan's head.
"Master Qi said that the snow in this forest will make people fall into a trap."
Yan Yan nodded, and the two of them continued to look for the Yin Nan Teng.
But Yin Nanteng hadn't seen it yet, so he saw Dry Well again.
The appearance of the dry well is different from that in the ghost wall. There is a stone slab placed on the mouth of the real dry well.
On the stone slab is an incense burner.
In front of the incense burner, there were scattered cakes and fruits.
When Yan Yan picked it up, these edible things were already frozen to a solid consistency.
"If you can't take care of yourself while you're alive, why bother showing off when you're dead?"
"They shouldn't be able to endure taking care of them every time they poop and pee. Besides, the whole family won't have enough to eat," Qingxuan said.
Yan Yan couldn't help but think of the dirty things on her hands just now, and gritted his back molars, "Since you dislike it, don't act like you regret it after death."
"In the final analysis, it's just to make them feel better."
Qingxuan could not refute.
But when Yan Yan finally took down the incense burner and tried to lift the stone slab, he asked in confusion, "Do you want to bury them?"
Yan Yan shook his head, "I don't care whether it's a relative or a friend, but the dry well is right in front of you, don't you want to see what it's like inside?"
Qingxuan: "..." Master Hei Wuchang has a conscience, but not much.