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Yan Wanxi and Xing Zhimo walked into the mansion.
However, he discovered that the smell of incense and candles was wafting out of the room.
Yan Wanxi frowned slightly and said, "Is this man in black worshiping ghosts and gods?"
Otherwise, why would there be the smell of paper candle ingots?
Xing Zhimo also raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Could it be that guy who also worships gods with others?"
Yan Wanxi shook her head and said, "Of course not. These people only worship ghosts and gods, and I feel a sense of resentment."
While speaking, Yan Wanxi also looked up, but she saw that the top was covered with a black air, which looked very depressing.
Xing Zhimo also looked up, but found that he couldn't see anything.
Seeing his expression, Yan Wanxi frowned and asked, "Can't you see?"
Xing Zhimo nodded with a dark face and said, "Well, I can't see it at all."
Yan Wanxi stretched out her finger and bit the tip of her finger. Then, she lightly tapped Xing Zhimo's forehead and asked, "Try again."
Xing Zhimo frowned at first, then immediately took Yan Wanxi's hand and said with a hint of distress in his tone: "What did you do to hurt yourself again?"
Yan Wanxi took her hand back and said, "It's okay, it's just a small wound, it doesn't hurt.
Look, can you see it? "
Although Xing Zhimo felt distressed, she didn't want to waste her efforts. She immediately held her breath and looked up at the sky.
Sure enough, I saw a black mist lingering in the sky.
Xing Zhimo nodded and said, "Yes, I saw it."
Yan Wanxi said: "It's really a matter of blood."
Xing Zhimo turned his head, looked at her and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
Yan Wanxi said: "My heavenly eye may be due to blood problems.
¡°Perhaps, I should go find the master again and ask him carefully. "
The last sentence she said was for herself.
At the moment, we still need to resolve the matter at hand first.
They walked further inside and saw where the paper candle ingot they had just smelled came from.
Yan Wanxi stretched out her finger, pointed in one direction, and said to Xing Zhimo, "Look there."
It was a place similar to a main hall, but what was worshiped above was not a statue of a god, but something that looked a little evil.
Yan Wanxi frowned, "Netherworld ghost?"
Xing Zhimo looked at her and asked, "What is a ghost?"
He had never heard of it.
Yan Wanxi frowned and said, "Ming Gui was actually a very famous immortal before, called Mingxian.
His original body is a chicken, but his crow is very powerful.
However, I don¡¯t know what happened later, but it actually killed people.
In the end, all the merits and virtues on his body were gone.
And he directly degenerated into an evil ghost.
"However, its power was very powerful, and the underworld was somewhat difficult to control, so it was directly trapped in the eighteenth level of hell.
Suffering there.
But I didn¡¯t expect to see his stone statue.
What¡¯s even more outrageous is that there are still people worshiping it! "
After hearing what Yan Wanxi said, Xing Zhimo frowned and asked, "Could this matter also have something to do with the underworld?"
Yan Wanxi shook her head and said, "I'm not sure about this. I'll ask Wu Meng after I take down the man in black.
Why is there so much chaos in the underworld lately? "(Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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