As soon as Fang Shanshui entered the temple, he subconsciously walked towards Langya Cave in the back mountain. When he walked to the cave, he realized that something was wrong. He had already been wet with chicken blood today. He should study the "Corpse Refining Ceremony" now, why did he come here again?

Fang Shanshui frowned and even burned Zhang Huangfu to test it out. He found that there was indeed no atmosphere in a nightmare, so he threw his doubts aside and walked into the cave.

Since you have come here, go in and see your master.

Fang Shanshui disappeared into the dark shadow in the cave. From the outside, he seemed to be swallowed into his stomach by a monster's big mouth, but Fang Shanshui, who was in it, could not feel anything strange.

After Fang Shanshui entered the cave, the yellow talisman he had just burned behind him, and the ashes slowly fell from the air.

When it landed on the ground, it suddenly seemed to be ignited by something unknown, turning into a trace of Mars, burning a little bit of the strange phenomenon of melting glass in the void.

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The master's coffin turned from black to red day by day. The originally natural wood texture on the coffin gradually seemed to be painted with flame-burning patterns.

The strangest thing is that these flame patterns seem to be as bright as ever, bright and shiny as the tentacles are hot. They seem to flow from time to time, forming patterns that look like red feathers. The feathers in the pattern swing from time to time, igniting clusters of flames, as if they can burn out from the coffin at any time.

Fang Shanshui observed carefully along the coffin. These flame patterns were also found in the notes of the ancestors, which shows that there should be no major mistakes in his refining process. However, the flame patterns recorded in the notes of the ancestors were not so vivid, and there was no mention of what pattern the flames looked like...

The ancient saying is concise. Maybe the ancestors missed this if it was unnecessary to record it? Fang Shanshui frowned and could only accept this speculation temporarily.

"Master, how are you doing recently?" Fang Shanshui spoke to the coffin, but as soon as he said something, he was speechless.

What else can you do if your master is dead? Every day, you may have been damaged by the corpse refining array and burning souls.

Fang Shanshui shook his head and turned around to walk. As soon as he took two steps, he heard a "squeak" behind him reaching his ears.

Fang Shanshui suddenly stopped when he left, and stood still for a few seconds before turning around to look.

The coffin behind him was fine, but the lid was not opened.

Fang Shanshui was cautiously alert to the surroundings, and walked to the coffin again, stroked the gap along the coffin with his palm to check. Perhaps the air inside the coffin was absorbed by the corpse air. The coffin lid was covered very tightly without any trace of movement.

After checking for a long time, no problems were found. Fang Shanshui gave up and said, "Master, I'm leaving, I'll see you tomorrow."

Fang Shanshui turned around and left again. Then, just after taking two steps this time, Fang Shanshui suddenly felt cold all over and the air became heavy, as if countless invisible threads were wrapped around his body, cold and continuous...

Fang Shanshui stood there and was extremely moved.

There were footsteps close behind me, but the footsteps seemed to be very light, but the footsteps were very heavy...

Keep getting closer.

Fang Shanshui felt a coldness behind him, as if there was an ice cellar air conditioner blowing towards his back.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped, and Fang Shanshui could only hear the sound of his heart beating, but Fang Shanshui clearly felt someone standing behind him.

Fang Shanshui kept silently reciting the Meditation Art, but every time he recited it, he felt that the invisible threads around him were tangled deeper, and even penetrated under his skin and wrapped around his blood vessels.

At this time, a cold hand surrounded Fang Shanshui.

The pointed and familiar purple-black nails pressed sharply on Fang Shanshui's chest.

Seeing this familiar hand, Fang Shanshui couldn't help but frown again. He was being pulled into a dream again.

I didn’t find any abnormality when I was checking the hole. Could it be that I was caught after entering the hole?

Fang Shanshui was thinking about it, and felt the black hair like a waterfall pouring over, flowing down his shoulder and neck skin. The cold and smooth neck was as cold as water. Fang Shanshui, who could not move, felt his whole body trembling inexplicably, as if he had encountered a natural enemy. Then he felt the dangerous aura approaching stretched out his fangs and pierced into the blood vessels on the side of his neck sharply.

Fang Shanshui suffered pain, and his blood flowed rapidly, which quickly made him dizzy. The feeling of the passing of vitality was too real. Fang Shanshui was secretly shocked. Wasn't he in a dream?

"Master, Master..."

The person buried in his neck suddenly stopped, and his fangs left Fang Shanshui. Before Fang Shanshui could be glad, the neck suddenly became wet, but the person behind him was licking the bitten wound on his neck with his tongue.

The cold and sticky touch made Fang Shanshui's scalp explode.

It is reasonable to be bitten, after all, the master has become a zombie and he recognizes blood but not people.

But what's wrong with licking after biting it! And why is the zombie's tongue still moist?

I wonder if the strange thing in my heart was too strong, Fang Shanshui suddenly got rid of his stiff state and broke away from the person behind him.

Fang Shanshui was about to take out the guy to stop the biting him, but turned around and found that there was no one behind him, and the coffin was not opened at all, as if everything just happened to him was just his hallucination.

Fang Shanshui reached out to touch the bitten area on his neck, which was very light, but there were indeed two healing bloody mouths, but the blood stains on the wound had been licked away.

But it hasn't been forty-nine days yet, it's impossible for the master to come out of the coffin by himself, right?

Fang Shanshui walked to the coffin and observed it around the coffin again. There was no abnormality, just like the first time he was about to leave.

"Master, is it you? Are you here?" Fang Shanshui knocked on the lid of the coffin and shouted around. His echoes floated in the cave, and only his voice was received, without any response.

Fang Shanshui wanted to open the lid of the coffin to see if the master was still inside, but remembering his last words and taboos in the corpse refining formation, Fang Shanshui's hand did not move for a long time.

Just as Fang Shanshui was hesitating, the coffin lid suddenly moved by itself and moved squeakingly. Fang Shanshui wanted to retreat, but suddenly his body could not move again. His feet seemed to be grabbed by a hand stretched out from the ground, and he watched the coffin lid open slightly in front of him, and there was nothing in the coffin?

At this time, someone suddenly pushed her behind Fang Shanshui and fell into the coffin.

"Yeah..." After Fang Shanshui fell into the coffin, the lid closed quickly and did not give Fang Shanshui any chance to react.

In the darkness where he could not see his five fingers, he could not even see Fang Shanshui's night vision.

Fang Shanshui turned over and slapped the lid of the coffin and shouted through it: "Master, are you awake? Do you still remember me? I am Shanshui, why did you lock me up?"

After taking a few shots, Fang Shanshui suddenly realized that there was no one outside the coffin and there was someone around him.

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When Fang Shanshui woke up, she found herself lying on the bed in her room.

The moonlight shone into the house through the open window, and the "Corpsicle Refining Ceremony" that was halfway through the table not far away was gently lifting the footer in the night wind.

Fang Shanshui completely forgot when he returned to the house and when he fell asleep. He only remembered that in his dream just now, he was dragged into the coffin by his master in Langya Cave.

Why did you have such a dream? Fang Shanshui couldn't understand it.

If the dream is just an inner demon, dreaming that the master turns into a zombie and sucks his blood, Shanshui can understand it. After all, he has been worried that his master will kill people and cause trouble in the future, and has always been full of guilt for his act of acting as an executioner, and even fear that his master will revenge him when he becomes a zombie consciousness.

But after the master dragged him into the coffin in his dream, he did not suck his blood again. He just lay side by side in the coffin and ignored him, as if he had turned back into a corpse that could not move.

"Meow, ah!" In the dark night, the sharp scream of the black cat suddenly came, interrupting Fang Shanshui's contemplation.

This is a unique warning sound when the black cat discovers the enemy. The last time he heard it scream, it was on the first time he met that the black cat discovered his master.

Fang Shanshui knew that the person he was waiting for had finally arrived.

Since returning to Huaiyun Town, Fang Shanshui felt that someone was secretly peeping at him. He should have been eyeing him from the train, and he had contact with him on the train, but Fang Shanshui was sure that the group of tomb robbers were following him.

But Fang Shanshui was a little confused. Even though the tomb robbers had already recovered the jade that was intercepted by him in the middle, why did he still keep staring at him?

There is still one week left to be the forty-nine days of coffin guarding, and the environment on Qingyue Mountain is becoming less and less suitable for people to stay for a long time. Although I can't figure out the reason why this group of tomb robbers targeted him, if these people are not solved, Fang Shanshui cannot leave Qingyue Mountain with peace of mind.

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The monkey and a group of people sneaked into Qingyue Mountain at night.

When I was in the helper planted a tree a few days ago, the monkey had already figured out the terrain on the mountain and left some secret notes for himself. Now I am going up the mountain at night, without any ambiguity.

The people brought by the monkey had bad faces, but they looked even more ferocious than Lin Er's group. The people who went up the mountain were carrying guys in their hands, and even had □□ in their boxes.

"Brother Monkey, is there really a big tomb in this mountain?"

Monkey: "80% chance."

"Okay, then let's just have a vote. Isn't there a little Taoist priest on the mountain? I heard that this mountain is still his private land. So it's good that if he kills him, no one else will get in the way. We can look for it slowly!"

"But didn't Brother Monkey say that Lin Er should have discovered the situation here too?"

Monkey: "He can't get rid of himself now, this is our opportunity."

"Yes, the Lin family is so good at eating alone. When they come, how can we have a share? I will follow Brother Monkey!"

The Lin family's gains from the Shang Dynasty tomb this time were so jealous that people in the entire circle were red in their eyes. If the Lin family hadn't been able to afford to offend them, they would have been swallowed up by others.

Now that they could rob a large tomb from Lin Er, several people were so excited that they could dig Qingyue Mountain into the sky immediately.
Chapter completed!