Behind a barren hill.

The Yin slave brought me here directly, with a look of displeasure on his face, as if he still held a grudge against my plan to destroy it. After dilly-dallying for a long time, he finally threw a bottle to me, saying that this was the thing that could break the curse.

.

Inside the bottle was some dark, viscous substance, like mud, but it exuded a foul smell.

The smell was so strong that it stung my eyes. I couldn't help but ask: "Is this reliable? Isn't it a poison?"

"Who dares to poison you?"

The Yin slave said angrily: "My master did not go all this way just to meet a dead person. He really wants you to die. I will have the chance to kill you the first time we meet!"

This guy's eyes flickered, his ghostly nature was scary, his eyes were dark, and he looked like he had been putting up with me for a long time.

When I thought about it, it seemed to be the same thing, that is, the thing in the bottle was really a bit dull, and I couldn't help but mutter: "Why does it feel like urine mud?"

"It's just urine mud!"

The Yin slave sneered: "What do you think is a good thing? The boy's urine was mixed with the soil of the grave, and he poked it with a garlic pestle for seven days and seven nights, stirred it thoroughly, then sealed it and offered it up. He kowtowed nine times and eight times every day. It was not easy!

"

I thought it was even more difficult for me. I was so nervous that I couldn’t stand it while holding the bottle and looking left and right. I was thinking that our brothers almost died in it. Could it be possible that we ended up with a bottle of urine like this? It’s really a little bit.

It was so insulting that I couldn't help but ask: "Is that the amount of ingredients?"

"It's not that simple. It's just a primer. After the offering, you have to add black dog urine and so on. Finally, add some cockroach excrement. It's similar to the yogurt you make outside now. It's made with cockroach excrement.

Bacterial fermentation fermentation..."

The Yin slave kept all her treasures, but at the end she changed the topic and rolled her eyes: "You ask so many questions, do you still want it? If you don't want it, just give it back to me!"

I felt that this grandson was definitely disgusting me on purpose, but for the sake of his own life, he immediately turned around to avoid the slave's snatching, poured out the black mud from the bottle, gritted his teeth and smeared it all on his face.

However, if I talk about special effects, I didn't feel it. It was just that my face was cool. The black mud dried very quickly. It condensed on my face in an instant, and then cracked and fell off one after another. It was that strange smell.

The smell won't go away no matter what, especially in the center of the body. The smell is a bit too much. Breathing back and forth is very refreshing.

"Jiejiejie..."

The Yin slave smiled sinisterly at the side, and after holding his hands, a small exquisite ceramic jar stood in the center of his hand: "Silly boy, this is the nectar prepared by my master himself. Originally, this is the antidote for you.

If something happens to you, just use your urine mud properly. Within a week, it will stink for ten miles in the wind!"

After saying that, it raised its hand, and the small ceramic jar smashed to pieces in front of me. Inside were some slightly pink paste, similar to the gouache used by women in the old days, exuding an intoxicating fragrance.

This is naked revenge!

My face turned green, and I watched helplessly as the other party trampled the lumps of cream to pieces in front of me, and walked away in a swaggering manner.

As the saying goes, it depends on the owner to beat a dog, but this can be understood from another aspect. It probably means that what kind of dog there is, there must be what kind of owner. Generally, the kind of vicious dog that bites people everywhere can be bred.

Basically, it is not a good thing. This is what is meant by the saying that one family does not enter one house.

I basically had a premonition that the woman I was talking to was probably not an easy character to get along with.

The stink on my face got worse and worse. I rubbed it with my hands and my sleeves to no avail. I had no choice but to spit on the palm of my hand and then wiped it hard on my face. Then... the stink got even worse.

This was considered a small revenge, but the lethality was too strong. I gritted my teeth and raged for a long time, and finally went back dejected.

My master has disappeared a long time ago. Brother Yaozi said that he called Lao Bai and chose a quiet place to heal his wounds.

Lao Bai is just a guy who never succeeds but is always exposed. I don't understand what the use of Master calling him is.

After a long time, Lao Bai came back with a complicated look on his face.

I was worried about Master's condition, so I glanced at the Yin slave who was far away in the darkness, and approached him to ask about his condition in a low voice.

The grandson of Lao Bai immediately retched twice, as if he had been splashed with feces, and quickly stepped back. He described the complex smell on my body with an extremely troubled expression, and I punched him in the face.

It finally stopped, but he refused to say a word about my master’s situation.

I became more and more anxious and kept following him, asking questions.

I don’t know whether it was intentional or he was really annoyed by my pestering. In the end, Lao Bai just sat on a huge rock and sighed softly: "You are just a pest. If you talk about the rest of us, we are all old people. We have long been here."

I've passed the age of passion and impulsiveness, but when I'm tossed around by such a stupid young man like you, I feel like an old watchdog bursting out with his last loyalty. I always feel that I'm worthy of you only if I risk my life.

…”

After saying that, he shook his head and left, refusing to reveal another word.

However, I smelled something different. From what he meant, it seemed that...my master didn't really admit his defeat and was planning something big!!

One day and one night passed quickly, and the urine mud the slave gave me really worked. During this period of time, I never transformed into a paper man again, and the curse on my body seemed to be really lifted.

My master was nowhere to be seen. It was only when the Yin slave came to urge him that he staggered back from the dark distance.

After a day of recuperation, he can at least barely walk now, and the frost on his body has disappeared. Even though his face is like gold paper, he looks very weak, and his slender body even looks like he is out of shape, as if a gust of wind can

It looks like it was scraped down.

The Yin slave was particularly concerned about my master. He was afraid that he would be able to catch his breath in just one day. He stared at my master for a long time. After a long time, he finally confirmed that my master was seriously injured and unable to do anything. He felt relieved and turned around to leave.

Go and beckon us to follow it.

But, in my eyes, my master definitely has a big problem!

I haven't been with him for long, but I know him a little bit. He is a very proud person. That kind of pride is not on his face at all, but in his bones. He has a generous and tragic air about him, even if he falls headlong.

In the crowd, he also stands out.

He does not belong to this era. When I look at him, I always have the illusion that I have gone back in time and seen the unyielding Su Wu and Lu Xiufu who jumped into the sea with the young emperor on his back more than two thousand years ago. He probably belongs to

Such a number one person always holds his head high and his chest high, and has no shame in the world, even if he is seriously injured.

However, at this time, his shoulders collapsed and his arms drooped, as if those arms were heavier than a thousand pounds!!

This situation is very wrong, he must be planning something!

I became more and more uneasy and always felt that I might lose him. On the way, I wanted to get close to him several times and try to talk to him.

In fact, now that I have come to accept it, I have put all the hexagrams and prophecies aside, and I will wait until I can get through this situation safely!

However, every time before I could speak, my master knew what I was going to say, and gave me a fierce look that immediately made me speechless. I blushed with anxiety, but he smiled gently. In short, he just didn't

Say a word to me.

I was cornered, and just when I was about to forcefully stop him, Lao Bai came out, pulled me and whispered: "Don't worry about it, the matter is over, it's already on the string, you let him do it, do it

There is still a glimmer of hope for him, but if he doesn't do it, he will die."

Lao Bai's unprecedented frankness clearly told me that this was no joke. My master was afraid that I would be so impatient, so he made the matter a dead end.

I sighed, thinking that this friendship would not be repaid even if it lasted a lifetime, even if I had the blessing of eighteen generations of my ancestors, I still wouldn’t be able to repay it!

In fact, the entrance to the next level is in the temple where Lord Water was suppressed.

After overturning the shrine on the high platform, there was a narrow corridor below that could only allow one person to pass.

However, this corridor has been covered in dust for many years and has obviously never been used. I can't help but wonder that there may be another passage. Otherwise, how could this Yin slave come out?

"My master said that when visiting a distinguished guest, you must go through the main entrance."

The Yin slave seemed to have guessed what I was thinking, and while leading the way, she said in a high-pitched voice: "She also said that you may have a little misunderstanding of her, and she is too hostile. Going through the front door will help you understand each other."

"

The corridor is not long, only about a hundred meters at most. The front suddenly opens up, revealing an empty tomb made of square bluestone slabs.

There are no institutional arrangements, no burial objects, and no formations to suppress evil spirits.

Two stone doors are inlaid on the front, each with an animal face, which looks like a dragon but is not a dragon. It should be the legendary beast Tianlu.

Folks also call this mythical beast Pixiu.

In front of the tomb door, a square tripod is displayed in the center. On the left is a giant bronze spear, and on the right is a weapon also made of bronze. It is similar to an ax and is an ancient weapon called a yue.

"This kind of arrangement..."

My eyes widened and I lost my voice: "This seems to be...a funeral!!"

Lao Bai and the others are ignorant and don't know why.

But I can't calm down.

The tomb is erected between Yin and Yang, and must conform to the outline of heaven and earth, the way of Yin and Yang, and the laws of the world.

This kind of ceremonial tomb has reached the highest standards in all three aspects!

In China's 2,000-year long feudal imperial history, there were more than 400 emperors, but no more than ten could afford such a funeral, and others couldn't!

Even if some emperors are domineering, arrogant and unreasonable, and they have to do it for themselves, the etiquette officials will not arrange it. The relationship is too big. An ancestor of my family wrote in a handwriting that if the duty is not fulfilled, even beheading will not be arranged. It is arranged.

He will be counterattacked by Guo Zuo, and his descendants will be cut off!

In short, it is better for one person to die than for the whole family to die!

Who is this master?!

Although he was suppressed here as an evil heretic, the last heavenly official arranged the highest-level funeral. This is contradictory in itself, full of mystery and mystery...
Chapter completed!