Chapter 1155

Name:Overriding the Heaven Author:Liu Ya
What Chu Yan took out was like a pipe and a piece of bamboo.

Kong Xian felt vaguely familiar, but he was not sure whether it was something he had guessed in his mind.

Then he saw Chu Yan take out another stone.

This stone, which Kong Xian had seen before, is the most common one in the mine cave.

The blood soul tongxuan mine in the mine cave had been mined clean, so what Chu Yan took out at this time was not the ore, but a common stone.

"What are you doing with such a stone?" Confucius was puzzled.

Chu Yan looked at the stone and said, "do you remember what Zhang Bo said before?"

"Which one?" Kong Xian frowned slightly.

"I praised him at that time. He was very familiar with the environment inside the mine." Chu Yan said.

Kong Xian thought a little, nodded his head and said, "I remember clearly. What he said to you at that time was that he used to patrol in the mine cave, and he also said that if he went down to the mine cave, he would not know much about it."

Speaking of this, Kong xianmou suddenly flashed a fine awn: "you praised him at that time, but also on purpose!"

"Yes." Chu Yan nodded.

His fingers gently rubbed on the stone: "I think what he said is half true and half false."

"Oh?" Confucius asked, "which is true and which is false?"

"I think so." At the same time, Chu Yan pressed the dark pipe on the stone. "It's true to patrol frequently, but I don't know whether it's false."

The voice falls at the same time, Chu Yan suddenly force.

Shua, the black pipe in his hand suddenly inserted into the stone.

Kong Xian knew that Chu Yan must have his intention to do so.

So he shut up and waited for the change.

After a moment, Kong Xian saw a wisp of smoke coming out from the other end of the pipe.

And more and more thick, and coagulation but not scattered.

At a glance, it seems that the stone is full of smoke. Now the pipe is guiding the smoke out.

But what Kong Xian didn't expect was that the smoke was just the beginning.

Soon, the temperature in this room began to drop.

And it's falling very fast.

That kind of cold feeling makes people feel as if they are in an ice cave.

Chu Yan and Kong Xian are both monks, and they are also monks of Di Yuan Jing. They have not been afraid of cold and heat for a long time.

But at the moment, they still feel a cold, like a steel needle, all the way, along the pores, into the body, toward their bone marrow.

Kong Xian looked at Chu Yan, saw Chu Yan's brow, and began to wrinkle. He said faintly, "there's something."

And he also saw that there was an anger in Chu Yan's eyes, gathering slowly.

Kong Xian continued to watch.

Soon he heard someone sobbing in a low voice.

In the cold room, then suddenly came the clear voice of someone crying.

Anyone would be taken aback.

Kong Xian is no exception.

But for him, it was more surprising.

The crying voice gradually became chaotic, but at the same time, what Confucius felt was not the weakening of the crying voice, but the rising number of people crying.

From one person crying to one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand people crying.

Crying, also began to be accompanied by howling and roaring.

Kong Xian felt his back numb.

He already knew vaguely what Chu Yan was doing.

These voices, not from real people, but from the smoke.

When Kong Xian looked up at the smoke, Chu Yan also looked at the smoke.

Thick smoke condenses but does not disperse, is like the cloud, condenses in this room, two people's heads.

The smoke kept wriggling, condensing out faces.

Every face, with a sad look.

Their expressions were full of despair and pain.

Face after face, layer upon layer, dense, do not know how many.

At a glance, it's creepy.

Unconsciously, Kong Xian felt that he was also affected.

His heart, suddenly, is like a knife, pain in general, vision also began to become slowly blurred, chest ups and downs, become difficult.

It's like a drowning man, no hope of floating on the surface, watching himself slowly sinking, the kind of despair farther and farther away from the light.

At this time, Kong Xian felt that he was patted on the shoulder.

This time, let him suddenly awake.

What we saw in front of us became clear again.

He raised his head and saw Chu Yan's serious face in front of him.

And the other side's hand is still on his shoulder.

Kong Xian looked away at the stone on the table.

The stone, which used to be black, is now gray.

Although the black pipe on the stone was still inserted in it, it did not smoke any more.

And the smoke that lingered over their heads had disappeared.

The cold moonlight shines into the room again through the window curtains.

"Corpse day bamboo." Looking at the black pipe, Kong Xian spat out three words.

"Well." Chu Yan nodded.

The black pipe was just the material for refining puppets found in the island after killing evil repair.

"The bamboo of corpse Festival grows in a dark place, on the autumn grave, absorbing resentment and corpse Qi..." Kong Xian murmurs.

He has also read about Zodiac bamboo in books in the past.

Just before that, he didn't think that the black pipe Chu Yan took out was the bamboo of the corpse Festival.

Now that he knows what the other party is, he immediately understands the purpose of Chu Yan's doing this, and what happened to the faces in the smoke.

"Those are the souls who died in the mines." Kong Xian's voice was faintly trembling at the moment.

Corpse Festival bamboo is to absorb resentment and corpse gas growth, so it is naturally equal to the condensation of resentment and corpse gas in that area.

Kong Xian's trembling at the moment, of course, was not fear, but anger.

Those faces add up to no less than a thousand people.

That is to say, the cave they went to check today may be not far from their feet, where a large number of corpses piled up like mountains.

Moreover, these corpses must be tortured before they die, and they will die in the near future.

Otherwise, the reaction of the bamboo can not be so intense.

"I have a bold guess about the bodies." Chu Yan opened his mouth at this time.

Kong Xian's eyes were fixed.

At this time, an idea came out of his mind.

And this idea, he feels and Chu Yan coincide.

"I think we found the missing families and where they went." Chu Yan said.

"These lunatics!" Kong Xian clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. In his eyes, all his blood was earned.

At this time, Chu Yan's voice also sounded again.

"But before talking about these disappearing families, do you think you should tell me who the bandaged ghost is?"