Wang Fu used his magic power, and the turtle shell cracked open, and the end actually bifurcated.
Not good, very bad!
He originally wanted to divine a way out, but the hexagrams of Gui Zangyi were also disturbed, resulting in two different results.
The closer you are to the evil ghost, the more serious the interference will be. In other words, just now, this evil ghost has quietly approached.
To retreat, you must retreat.
Wang Fu glanced behind him. The way he came was not necessarily the way to survive!
Ghosts in the field can distort the perception of space and time, turning the east, west, and west upside down. What you think is a way out is actually a dead end.
"Be patient and do the math again!"
Wang Fu held up the hexagonal compass, calmed the restless magnetic needle, and started moving again.
"Whoosh!"
The magnetic needle rotates several times at a speed that can be used as an electric fan.
Wang Fu felt calm in his heart. He stared at it for a moment and put away the compass.
The evil ghost was nearby and there was no way for him to survive. It seemed that he had no choice but to move forward.
He released his axe, held it in his hand, and looked around, only to see the thick fog dissipating like an ebbing tide.
In the blink of an eye, various details such as the grand courtyard, high walls and pavilions emerged from the mist, outlining the scene of a wealthy mansion.
In the gold mining town, there is no shortage of legends about getting rich overnight. Many people were covering their bodies in rags yesterday, but when they find a rich gold mine the next day, they can suddenly become rich.
Wherever gold flows, all kinds of luxuries are found.
The mansion in front of you is a typical nouveau riche style. All the materials are the most expensive and the best. Even the wind chimes hanging on the eaves are made of gold.
Wang Fu showed a cautious expression. The more such a place is, the easier it is for powerful evil spirits to take hold.
Ghosts also have hierarchies within them. In a town, if you break into an ordinary house, the probability of encountering a vicious ghost is low, but in a mansion like the one in front of you, it is very likely.
After all, the evil ghost is stronger and has the right to choose the territory.
The flying monkey mandrill earlier chose the nest of the big locust tree to live in due to nature.
Wang Fu compared the distance from his feet to the door of the mansion, it was about thirty to fifty meters, not too close, not too far.
However, this mansion does not just sit still, it can move.
Wang Fu had clearly calculated just now that there was no such mansion around, but the fog rose, and a moment later, this mansion appeared strangely.
There is only one conclusion, this is a haunted house with long legs that can move around.
"Zizzizi!"
The sound of friction rang in his ears. Wang Fu was startled and looked up, only to see an old man sitting at the door of the mansion with his head bowed.
The old man was sitting on a cloth-covered horse saddle, with a burden at his feet, patiently polishing something.
There are various stones on the shoulder, as well as scissors, kitchen knives and other utensils. Next to it is a bucket of water, with several cloth towels hanging on the edge of the bucket, half immersed in the water.
Wang Fu didn't take a closer look and said, "Excuse me!"
After saying that, he quickly turned around and walked around the high wall of the mansion.
Don't think too much, this old man is definitely not a kind person, just stay away from him.
The high green brick wall in front of him quickly retreated behind his sight. Wang Fu only heard the sound of his own footsteps, and the sound of friction behind him gradually disappeared.
"Escaped?"
Wang Fu felt relieved, and suddenly a sound of "Zizzizi" suddenly sounded in his ears.
He raised his head suddenly, only to see the high walls parting on both sides, and what appeared in front of him was the front of the mansion.
The old man still maintained his posture, immersed in polishing something, and his movements did not change at all.
Wang Fu felt that the scene before his eyes was like a looping video that could be continued indefinitely.
"That's not good!"
He held the turtle shell and input magic power, trying to clear the fog in front of him.
Cracking, the cracks on the turtle shell are extremely unstable, with more and more branches, more and more, and more severe than before.
Snapped!
If a corner of this turtle shell suddenly breaks off, this is a bad sign.
Wang Fu's eyes fell on the old man in front of him. Not surprisingly, he was a vicious ghost.
No wonder Guizang Yidu failed. It turned out that he was so close to the evil ghost and was already in the center of danger.
"No need to try again!"
Wang Fu knew that this vicious ghost had worked hard to drag him into the ghost realm, leaving a chance for luck.
From now on, you have to find a way to survive on your own.
"What are you grinding on?"
Wang Fu's eyes fell on the old man's hands and saw a round bronze mirror. The mirror was turned upside down on a stone and polished back and forth.
"This grindstone..."
Wang Fu pondered for a moment and concluded, "There are at least 2,000 meshes."
If he is still in college and is familiar with the polishing process of metallographic specimens, he would be interested in exchanging his experiences with him.
Now, let’s think about how to escape!
He roughly guessed this old man's occupation, which was called "mirror grinder" in ancient times.
Ancient iron and bronze wares often rusted due to the humidity in the air and needed to be taken care of, so a number of professions came into being.
Until modern times, the sound of "sharpening scissors, sharpening kitchen knives" can be heard from time to time on the streets.
Compared with sharpening tools, grinding bronze mirrors is a high-tech job.
Use a series of grinding stones of different thicknesses to smoothen the surface from low to high, and finally polish and grind to achieve a mirror effect.
Poor people don't pay so much attention to it, and the reflection in the water tank can be just fine. However, in the high-end courtyards, the female relatives have to apply rouge, have their eyebrows painted with black stone, and the bronze mirrors must be able to show every detail.
Therefore, mirror grinders often appear around wealthy mansions.
This old man was grinding the mirror. He was very skillful. He held the edge of the back of the bronze mirror with both hands, first pushed and pulled it in a straight line, and then rubbed it in circles to reduce the impact of scratches.
Wang Fu looked at it for a while, his technique was very professional, this vicious ghost was extraordinary!
He thought of the Sanqing Palace disciples who had been projected on the wall before, and looked around. Could it be that the other party's ghost realm was in the mansion behind him?
He did not open his Dharma Eyes, for fear of alarming the other party, but stepped back step by step, trying to see the whole view of the mansion.
After a while!
Wang Fu frowned and looked at his feet. He had obviously retreated at least a thousand meters, but the distance to the mansion was still the same as before, about thirty to fifty meters.
The sound of the old man grinding the mirror had a rhythm that kept reaching his ears.
Wang Fu took a deep breath and must not lose his concentration. Once he loses his mind, he will become the opponent's prey.
"Hoo ho ho!"
Wang Fu stood where he was, silently reciting the Sutra of Combating Calamities, and as he followed each verse, his mood became more and more peaceful.
As long as the enemy doesn't move, I won't move. This is the best way to deal with it at the moment.
Although the evil ghost is powerful, since it is so mysterious, it must have some purpose in luring him here.
If it were a fierce ghost, Wang Fu wouldn't have to struggle, he would just accept his fate.
The red life-fire candle, although the light is a little weak, still contains a glimmer of life.
"help me!"
Wang Fu's ears twitched, and he looked up and saw countless figures emerging from the walls of the mansion, with thin and thin voices calling for help.
This situation is just like the disciples of Sanqing Temple just now, like a low-pixel video projected on the wall.