C163 dried bone of foot

When Mr. Zhao mentioned about buying the life of a child, the ghost prisoner immediately looked at him. However, it was only for a second. He shook his head and said, "You can't do it."

The Mr. Zhao said, "In order to save my foster-grandpa, I, Hu Chujiu, came even when I knew I was going to die. Why is it that when it's your turn to save your son, you don't even want to try? "Don't you like this child?"

"Of course I want to save him. I've tried everything I could for hundreds of years, but it all failed. "

The Mr. Zhao said, "Just because you can't bring them out, doesn't mean that we can't. If we succeed, your son will be free, and no longer have to worry about being killed by the Underworld's people. You can break free if you want. You can leave this place at any time. If we fail, you can just bring us back and kill us.

Ghost Convicts seemed to have been persuaded by Mr. Zhao. He nodded his head slowly, "Alright, I'll give you a chance. I'll give you twelve hours. Within this time, if you do not succeed, I will start a massacre. "

Mr. Zhao smiled and said: "Sure, sure. What if we succeed? "

The Ghost said, "I will let you all go and I will never harm you."

Mr. Zhao searched his body and took out the Heart Devouring Demon Box. "Can you swear on this box?"

The ghost prisoner crushed the Heart Devouring Demon Box with a slap. "My word is golden. You took this out to insult me."

Mr. Zhao laughed bitterly: "I hope that you can really be so generous with your promises."

Next, we asked about the child.

It was said that deep within the Yama Temple, the child's corpse was locked up. There were three iron chains and eight runes on the corpse. There were thirty-six more wraiths around him.

Of course, this was not a problem, because the ghost prisoners were powerful. They tore apart the chains, tore apart the symbols, and also killed the evil spirits.

But he couldn't take the body. Every time he took the body out of the house, he went berserk. If not for his strength being so great that he suppressed it with all his might, he might have been scared out of his wits on the spot.

The Ghost Prison tried a few hundred times, but to no avail. He had no choice but to throw the child's body back onto the bed and struggle to escape.

Because of Qi deviation and being suppressed by him, he would suffer serious internal injuries every time. During this period of time, he was extremely weak and would often recuperate after decades. If someone from the Underworld happened to rush over and torture him while he was out in the open, perhaps he would expose the God's Eye's secret.

Fortunately, the people from the Underworld seemed to have given up. In all these years, they had never come back.

After thinking about it for a while, the Ghost Prison finally decided that there might be a more powerful mechanism or a stronger person in the Inside the house. With his strength, he still wasn't strong enough to break it. So in these past few years, he did not go looking for corpses, but instead focused on his cultivation, wanting to become stronger.

After finishing his introduction, Ghost Conviction looked towards Mr. Zhao and faintly said, "Are you still planning to go now? Do you still think you can save my son? That room, even I cannot see through it, much less do so. "

Mr. Zhao said shamelessly, "In any case, we will still die, we want to find a different place to die."

The Ghost took out a candle and held it out to me. "You will carry this candle and the fire will show you the way," he said. You haven't done it yet when the candle is burnt out. I'll kill you. "

Trembling, I took the candle.

We all crowded around the candle and headed off in the direction indicated by the flame.

I walked a long way, and when I looked back, I could still see the ghost lights, but they had become so small that they were almost negligible.

I said to Mr. Zhao: "Let's take the child's corpse and leave Yama Temple, right?"

Mr. Zhao said, "En, since we have already agreed on it, we should leave immediately. There's no need to greet the ghost prisoner anymore."

Just as I was about to ask the Mr. Zhao if there were any tricks in bringing out the corpse, someone suddenly touched my feet.

Startled, I held up the candle and shone it down. There was nothing on the floor but bare stone slabs.

Mr. Zhao asked me: "What's wrong?"

I said, "It's fine."

However, when we took two more steps, a hand grabbed my ankle and I stumbled, almost falling.

Mr. Zhao supported me and asked, "What are you doing?"

I pointed to the ground and said, "There's something here. A hand grabs my foot. "

Mr. Zhao took the candle and lit it, muttering: "There's nothing."

I said, "It must be. I almost fell over." I took out the dagger and said to the Mr. Zhao: "Let's dig it out and see."

Mr. Zhao acknowledged: "Let's dig it out and take a look."

The black stones were thick and heavy, but they didn't fit very well, and my knife could fit into the cracks between them.

I cleaned up the soil in the crevice and then used a knife to pry up the rock. Beneath the rock was sand.

I dug under it and dug up a pile of bones. I'm a little scared. I just picked up a stone slab at random and I can dig out a bone from below? Could it be that there are many more of these bones in the Yama Temple?

We've been walking on dry bones? Were these people the ones who had grabbed my ankle?

I suddenly felt that something was wrong. It seemed too quiet around me.

I looked around me and shivered. I was the only one left.

I picked up the candle beside me and called out to the darkness: "foster-grandpa, Xia Xin, where did you go?"

No one answered me. They seemed to have gone far.

I panicked to death and hurriedly walked forward while holding the candle. As for the bones that I had dug up, I did not care about them anymore.

After a hundred or so steps, I saw a few people in front of me. From the looks of their clothes, they were Xia Xin's group.

I heaved a sigh of relief and hastily ran over. "Why didn't you wait for me? Just now, I …"

Halfway through my sentence, I suddenly fell silent. Because there were a total of five people in front of him.

foster-grandpa, Mr. Zhao, Xia Xin, Er Hu. There were four of them. Who was the extra person?

After a careful examination, I noticed that the additional person looked a bit like me.

I was a little scared. Someone was pretending to be me?

I took out the dagger from my bosom and carefully attached it to the dagger. The closer I got, the more I thought the man resembled me, except that his back was always to me and I couldn't make out his face.

I saw the Mr. Zhao tilt his head from time to time, talking to him for a bit, as if they were very familiar with each other. I could tell from their conversation that this man was definitely impersonating me.

I quickened my pace and stood behind him, then patted him on the shoulder.

When a person walked on the night road, they were most afraid of a ghost patting their shoulder. As you were walking in front, someone suddenly patted your shoulder. No matter who it was, your first reaction would definitely be to turn around and look behind you. And when you turn around, it's bad. The kid will blow out one of your lights.

I learned this move now. When he turns around, I won't blow his light. I'll stab him in the face with my dagger.

After that person's shoulder was patted by me, he turned his head and my dagger pierced down abruptly. I broke out in a cold sweat before the knife even touched his face, for the man had no face.

He had only a bald skull. There were two black eyes on the skull, and they looked at me as if they were looking at me. His mouth was still opening and closing. "Who is it?"

My dagger, still in motion, stabbed him in the nose, and the skull fell to the ground, gurgling, and rolled away into the darkness.

When his head fell off, his body fell. I noticed that his clothes were very similar to mine, but not exactly the same.

I wiped the cold sweat on my head and complained to foster-grandpa and the others, "You guys saw it clearly. You guys can't even tell that this guy is pretending to be me? "

I looked up at them as I spoke, and then I felt a bucket of cold water pour over my head, sending me cold from the top of my head to my heels.

The remaining four were all skeletons. Their dark eyes looked at me. One of them grinned at me: "Eldest Nephew, can you recognize who your foster-grandpa is?"

I screamed and shoved him hard. The skeleton fell to the ground, breaking into pieces.

Like a frightened horse, I ran so fast that I couldn't tell north from east. The sound of the wind in my ears made me think that it was those skeletons laughing.

When I fell to the ground, exhausted, I found that I had already left those people behind. I had no idea where they had gone to.

I looked at the candle in my hand. Luckily, I didn't throw it away after running like mad. It was just that after tossing and turning, it had already been extinguished.

I have been completely separated from foster-grandpa and the rest, but that doesn't matter. I'll go and bring out the child's corpse first, then I'll go find the Ghost Hell Prison. The Ghost Hell Prison should be able to help me find the Mr. Zhao.

But the point is, can I find the body?

I sighed, fumbled for a match, and rekindled the candle. I took the candle and looked for the right direction, and then I went over there.

Not long after I left, I saw a small house. This Inside the house had a light oil lamp, which looked very warm in the darkness.

I looked at the candle in my hand. The flame was pointing in the direction of the hut. I wondered if the child's body was inside the cabin.

To be honest, this little house was just too ordinary. In the poor little countryside, it's all over the place.

The courtyard was made of crushed stone, the lowest reaching only to the waist of an adult. The lower half of the room was also made of crushed stone, which was held up with sticks and covered with straw.

The house was cold in the winter and hot in the summer. A strong gust of wind was enough to knock away the roof. What kind of brilliant layout could such a house have? How could it be so indestructible that even a ghost prisoner would be unable to see through it?

By this time I had reached the door of the hut. I looked at the candle and decided that the room was the destination.

I reached out my hand and knocked lightly on the door.