While the old beggar was talking, Hua Rujin was sizing up the light and shadow of the sword not far away while she squeezed the dagger and slowly forced Dou Yue back as he came forward.
Looking at the cold blade in front of his neck, Dou Yue had no choice but to step back.
After retreating to an altar with a Yin-Yang Bagua formation behind him, his sole suddenly slipped and he fell straight down.
Hua Rujin chased after him, only to see that the old guy's palm was pressed against a stone wall behind the altar, twisting hard, and then there was a crisp "click" sound in the entire tunnel.
"Hahaha, my good daughter-in-law, I will let you experience the beauty of the tunnel carefully prepared for you."
Dou Yue smiled sinisterly and unscrupulously, and his face gradually became distorted.
Hua Rujin looked around cautiously, and saw that the dark tunnel was beginning to fill with smoke, and the tangy aroma penetrated straight into her lungs.
She sniffed the air hard and smelled the familiar fragrance again: the incense made by henbane.
It seems to be mixed with other flavors.
"Hurry up and cover your nose. The incense of henbane in the tunnel can make people hallucinate."
The old beggar pinched his nose and continued to knock on the coffin: "Also, what nourishes these poisonous insects is a kind of medicinal herb and spice called Nine-story Pagoda. Your husband has relied on this thing to survive these years. The two spices are combined in
Together they will only make him even more powerful."
Hua Rujin suddenly felt bad, pinching her nose tightly while searching for Dou Yue's figure in the mist.
But the air in the tunnel was not as airy as the air above. Even if she pinched her nose tightly, the fragrance would still seep in. In addition, she had unknowingly inhaled the fragrance of some henbane, and she seemed to feel that her eyes were gradually getting darker, and the whole scene was getting darker.
Everyone is swaying.
Not long after, many figures began to tremble around him, and a group of women in red clothes lingered around him like ghosts and monsters.
Seeing that the situation in the tunnel was reversed, Ye Chengwei, who had been chasing the monster and slashing, now also inhaled an excessive amount of incense and was forced back by the monster with increased strength.
Hua Rujin tried her best to restrain her inner fear, held her breath and used a dagger to cut through her wedding dress to make two thick masks.
But the material of the wedding dress was too thick, and she felt that the strength in her hands was getting weaker and weaker, and she could not cut it no matter how hard she cut.
In the blink of an eye, she saw the old beggar not far away holding his nose and still hammering the coffin. She had an idea and immediately ran over, picked up a dagger, cut a piece of material from his back, wrapped it around his mouth and nose, and quickly tied it tightly.
Behind the hair.
"Hey, hey, you stinky girl, why did you start tearing off the old man's clothes without even pulling out a hair?"
The old beggar was shocked by her sudden action.
Hua Rujin took the dagger and cut off a large piece of material on his back, and while wrapping it around the dagger, she replied: "Stingy guy, my cousin gave you a couple of silver, at worst I will give you a new suit as compensation."
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Then he quickly threw the dagger wrapped in cloth at Ye Chengguan and shouted loudly: "Master Ye, cover your mouth and nose to reduce the penetration of the incense."
Seeing the white shadow entangling him, Hua Rujin threw out the dagger and found Dou Yue in the mist, who was sneaking closer.
She rushed forward and kicked the black shadow fiercely.
"Ouch"
Dou Yue let out a strangled scream.
Hua Rujin punched and kicked the fallen shadow again.
Hearing the movement here, the white shadow immediately turned its spearhead and ran straight towards her.
When Bai Ying's fierce attack came, Hua Rujin made a gorgeous turn and skillfully avoided Bai Ying's sharp attack.
When he turned around to look again, he saw that white shadow heading straight towards the old beggar.
The old beggar was so frightened that he held up his hammer and ran quickly, stepping on the coffin and running around while shouting: "Hey, hey, hey, you damn thing is partial, it was your wife who hurt your father, why don't you go find that girl?"
Why are you chasing me, a beggar, all the time? I have not offended you."
While Bai Ying was chasing the old beggar, Hua Rujin looked at Ye Chengguan and saw that he had already covered his face and landed lightly in front of her.
"Give."
Ye Chengguan handed the dagger back to her hand, looked at the black blood stained on the sword attentively, his eyes darkened, and he walked towards the coffin where the old beggar had sealed the yellow-robed Taoist priest.
But before he got close, the white shadow chasing the old beggar turned back and rushed towards him.
"careful."
Seeing that the situation was not good, Hua Rujin blocked the direction in which Bai Ying was coming. She clenched the dagger in her hand and stabbed forward, directly piercing the monster's chest.
The air seemed to be stagnant, and the empty, bloodless black eyes became dull and stared at her closely. After a long time, he raised his head and fell down.
The dripping blood slid down the dagger into the palm of Hua Rujin's hand.
"Qian'er."
Dou Yue turned pale with fright and crawled over.
Climbing to Dou Yuanqian's side, he hurriedly inspected the wounds on his body and murmured to himself with a trembling voice: "Elixir, where is the elixir?"
Then he searched all over his body for the elixir he was talking about.
After a while, the fog gradually dissipated, and under the dim bonfire, only a cold corpse could be seen clearly lying on the ground, with a face as white as paper.
"He is dead."
Hua Rujin stared at the dead body in front of her with a heavy gaze, thinking that when he just rushed over, he still didn't think of hurting herself, with a puzzled look on his face.
"You evil woman, Qian'er has never thought of harming you, yet you are so cruel."
Dou Yue was so painful that his liver and intestines were broken. He raised his eyes and stared at her, his eyes full of anger: "Today I will use your blood to bring my son back to life."
After saying that, he stood up and rushed forward angrily, but was blocked by a cold light.
Ye Chenggui pointed his sword at him and asked in a cold voice: "Tell me, my son has been dead for many years, why does he appear here? What is going on in this tunnel?"
Dou Yue stared at Nuo's big pupils and remained silent for a long time.
"This is not easy. Pull out the old master from the coffin and ask."
The old beggar slipped back to Ye Chengguan and Hua Rujin. He first bent down to sniff Dou Yuanqian's breath, and while getting up to pull out the nails on the coffin, he nodded fiercely: "Well, he is really dead this time, so dead.
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Hua Rujin looked at the old man's strange behavior and was really puzzled: "Since you want to ask questions from the old Taoist priest's mouth, why did you seal the person in the coffin? Isn't this deliberately causing trouble for yourself?"
"Ahem, I was worried that you two wouldn't be able to subdue this monster, so I hid him first."
The old beggar smiled coquettishly, and just as he was about to pull out the nails with a hammer, he saw Ye Chenggui holding up the long sword in his hand and slashing at the coffin several times, and then the coffin was split into several pieces.
Both of them were shocked when they saw it.
The old beggar grabbed the old man in yellow robe, pulled the cloth from his mouth, and asked urgently: "Tell me, tell me, tell me about the good things you have done with this old man of the Dou family over the years?"
The old Taoist priest looked horrified and looked at Dou Yue in panic, then at Dou Yuanqian lying on the ground and the filled coffins.
Seeing that he was silent, the old beggar had no choice but to explain himself:
"The truth is that simple. This brat from the Dou family is suffering from a serious illness. I couldn't bear to see my brat die short-lived, so I teamed up with this evil old man to do some shady things and captured some virgins who were not yet hair-haired.
His son took blood to make medicine."
The old beggar looked around with a contented expression and continued: "The corpses of these women whose blood has been drained are not rotten because there are poisonous insects in their bodies. Coupled with the antiseptic herbs and spices in the tunnels, they naturally look lifelike. As for Dou
This little brat..."
At this point, the old beggar's eyes showed some anger, and he glared at the old Taoist priest angrily: "It is you who use the blood of a woman every month to refine the nine-story pagoda, thyme and other antiseptic and longevity herbs.
The so-called nine-level blood spirit pill raised such a monster."
After hearing this, Ye Chengguan suddenly realized that it was indeed consistent with what Miss Huajia had guessed before.