"Do you know what soul seizing is?" Hu Bayi suddenly asked.
Ding Ze shook his head and said nothing.
The fat man had no interest in seizing souls or not, so he simply ignored Hu Bayi and stared directly at Shadow Bone's golden skeleton.
Shirley Yang took it for granted that she had some understanding of these things, and said, "It seems that during the Shang Tang period, there was a kind of witchcraft that could suck away the souls of living people..."
Bah bah bah bah.
Hu Bayi: "Soul-stealing witchcraft gradually disappeared until the Warring States Period..."
Hu Ba talked about it one by one. Just like the original plot, he briefly talked about the 'soul-stealing needle'.
After talking about it, Hu Bayi pointed to Yinggu’s purple withered legs and said, “The black holes dotted on these two legs should be where the soul-stealing needles penetrated the blood vessels...”
"It is said that while the torturer uses the soul-stealing needle to bleed the person being tortured, he also needs to feed the person being tortured a large amount of blood from cattle, sheep, chickens and other livestock..."
"In the end, the soul of the tortured person was taken away and turned into a zombie alive..."
“…..”
"Soul-seizing is a very evil witchcraft. Although there are only two legs in this ghost coffin, it should be impossible to transform into a corpse, but just in case, we'd better pour some gasoline and burn these two legs too.
.”
As Hu Bayi spoke, he sighed and added.
"Doing this will benefit both others and ourselves. It may be able to make up for some of the moral virtues we lost during this trip."
Shirley Yang still believed in Yin De. After hearing this, she immediately nodded in agreement, "Yeah."
Ding Ze heard this and knew that this part of the plot in the lower tomb was over. He opened his mouth and took out a gasoline bottle from his backpack, "Let's do it. It smells very bad here. Let's light a fire."
I’m going to a meeting to present myself to Mr. Wang.”
Hearing this, the fat man suddenly became anxious, "Wait a minute, let me get the gold up first, and then light it on fire."
The fat man did as he was told, and he was so anxious that he stretched out his fat hand towards the golden skeleton.
See the situation.
Hu Bayi quickly stretched out his hand to stop the fat man, "Damn it, fat man, this golden skeleton is equivalent to a part of Xian Wang Lao'er. It is different from the nature of a bright weapon."
"If you touch it, you are taking a part of it with you to offer to Mr. Wang."
"If you don't turn around, something will happen! Don't worry, let's just light the fire. Once it's done, get up there!"
Fatty: "Old Hu, don't scare me, I'm not scared... Gold is just gold, why is it part of the tribute to Mr. Wang... Old Ding, tell me if Lao Hu is talking nonsense.
"
The fat man argued.
Ding Ze thought for a while, he didn't think there would be any consequences if he took away this golden skeleton, but...
"Fat man, forget it. You don't need this gold."
"After all, in Xian Wang's time, the alchemy technology was very limited. The gold must be mixed with many other metals. The purity of the gold is not high. Even if you take it back, you won't be able to sell it for much."
Ding Ze opened his mouth and said so.
The fat man was slightly startled when he heard this, "Old Ding, are you trying to bluff me? How do I see this gold, it's so shiny and so pure?"
Ding Ze smiled and said, "Tall ass."
After saying something with a smile, before the fat man could say anything, Ding Ze decisively opened the gasoline bottle, then moved his hand and poured the gasoline into the ghost coffin.
Immediately, the pungent smell of gasoline filled the air.
Fatty: "o(╥﹏╥)oHey, on my way to making a fortune, there are always stumbling blocks one after another. No wonder I still can't make a fortune today..."
The fat man sighed for a while, but he took his fat hand back and did not insist on taking away the gold.
After hearing the words, Ding Ze smiled and shook his head. He ignored the fat man's sigh and said, "The oxygen here is limited. You three go up first, and I will light the fire."
"good."
Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang responded, without any ink marks, and began to crawl along the collapsed black square wood toward the hole above.
The fat man hesitated for a while and did not move immediately. "Old Ding, remember to take away the ancient corpse-suppressing mirror... I think I'd better go up with you. That corpse-suppressing ancient mirror is a good thing..."
Hear the words.
Ding Ze: "Fat man."
Fatty: "Huh?"
Ding Ze: "Get out!"
Fatty: "???..."
The fat man finally started to move.
Ding Ze waited for a short while and saw that the three of them were approaching the hole above, so he took out a lighter and lit a cigarette.
The next second, the cigarette fell.
‘Pfft’
In the ghost coffin, flames rose.
The white brocade wrapped around the shadow bones burned rapidly.
The stench in the air suddenly became stronger.
"It stinks!" Ding Ze cursed in a low voice, raised his feet, walked quickly to the bronze coffin, and lit a cigarette again.
'Pfft!'
Seeing the flames coming out of the two holes on the coffin board, Ding Ze moved, took a few steps to the side of the bronze coffin, reached out and took off the ancient corpse-preserving mirror, and stuffed it into his backpack.
"Done! Leave!"
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In the middle level tomb.
The four of them sat on the ground, taking a short rest and recovering some strength.
Almost recovered.
Ding Ze was the first to stand up, stretched out, and said, "This guy Xian Wang, in order to become an immortal, he really tried his best to set up such a threesome in such a deep underground place.
Layer of the Underworld Palace.”
"Lao Hu, you are relatively familiar with this area... If I remember correctly, the positions of the real bones of Mr. Xian Wang and the shadow bones in the lower tomb should correspond?"
Hu Ba nodded, "Yes, correspondingly. Since there are shadow bones in the lower tomb chamber, the layout of this tomb must have heavenly gates and ground doors, so that the dragon force can show the posture of lurking and waiting...
"
"This is a three-story water tomb with shrimp tail, crab body, and goldfish eyes..."
Hu Bayi bah bah bah.
After hearing this, Ding Ze nodded, smiled and joked, "So that's it, Comrade Hu, although your skills in reverse fighting are not very good, you do have quite a lot of knowledge in reverse fighting, which is pretty good."
As soon as these words came out.
Of course.
Hu Bayi: “￣□￣｜｜”
Shirley Yang: “…”
Fatty: "O(n_n)O~"
The fat man laughed, and smiled mercilessly, "Haha, Old Ding, that's well said! It's very apt! Comrade Hu, who has more theoretical knowledge but is not capable of practical actions, is called a poor person. You don't know...
…”
The fat man still wanted to say.
No chance.
Because right now.
'Snapped'
Hu Bayi, whose brows were furrowed and his face turned dark, raised his hand to the back of the fat man's head and slapped him hard.
"Damn fat man, if you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute!"
Hu Bayi growled.
The roar was full of embarrassment and anger.
Finish shouting.
Hu Bayi turned his eyes towards Ding Ze, "Old Ding, don't I want to lose face?"
Ding Ze: "^_^"
When it's time to admit your mistakes, you must admit them obediently.
Ding Ze immediately suppressed his laughter and apologized honestly, "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong."
As soon as the words left my mouth.
At this time, Shirley Yang, who looked helpless, stood up and let out a long sigh, "Stop making trouble, business is important, let's go up quickly!"