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"Wh-which of you moved?"

Fang Zishu gulped, and his face grew unsightly.

Of the six people in the tomb, except for Professor Xu, who was clinging onto the statue, the rest of the people were all standing quietly in the stone room, not one of them had moved at all. However, he had clearly heard the footsteps just now, and he was sure that it was coming from them.

"I... I didn't move. " Big Zheng shook his head.

"Me too... "I didn't move either." The chubby man waved his hand.

Qi Sanpang also shook his head. Just now, he and Xiao Hui had been giving Professor Xu a flashlight and talking about sculptures. Since the two of them had not moved, how could they hear footsteps?

Seeing them shake their heads, Fang Zishu frowned and then shifted his gaze to Professor Xu, who was using a magnifying glass to study the Taiji yin Fish pattern on the statue. However, Professor Xu's foot landed on the altar.

The other foot was leaning against the statue, not even having a decent grip. There was no way it could make such a sound. Therefore, Fang Zishu was sure that the footsteps just now were not coming from Professor Xu.

But if it wasn't for Professor Xu's sound, who was the source of the footsteps that suddenly sounded in their ears? Could it be that other than the six of them, there was still a seventh person in this narrow room? Then who was this seventh person?

Thinking of this, Fang Zishu's expression became unnatural.

Just then, Fang Zishu noticed that Xiao Hui, who was standing to the side, was trembling like a sieve. "Xiao Hui, Xiao Hui... "What happened to you, Little Hui?"

However, Xiao Hui did not answer Fang Zhisu's question. Instead, he pointed to the back of the sculpture.

With some curiosity, he looked towards where Xiao Hui was pointing.

With just a glance, Fang Zishu couldn't help but take a few steps back with a 'thudding' sound.

The book had found a shadow on the wall behind the statue.

A series of shadows.

Wherever there was light, there would be shadows.

There was no doubt about that.

But what really frightened Fang Zishu was the number of shadows.

Seven!

No more, no less, just seven!

One had to know that their group only had six people, yet seven shadows, seven living shadows, were reflected on the wall.

Six people, seven shadows.

Was the extra shadow a human or a ghost?

With a 'gulping' sound, the man reached into his backpack and pulled out a piece of yellow paper. He stared at the seven shadows on the wall that had different shapes and sizes. After his empty fingers were stained with ink, he quickly drew on the yellow paper.

Very quickly, a talisman was engraved that was difficult for an ordinary person to identify.

If everyone was here, they would surely be able to discern with a glance that the yellow paper in Fang Zishu's hand was the most common Phantom Discerning Symbol.

The instant the Glyph paper was completed, a glimmer appeared in Fang Zishu's eyes. He quickly picked up the 'Ghost Discerning Talisman', and the instant his middle finger flipped upside down, the talisman turned into black ash in front of everyone. Qi Sanpang turned his head to the side and saw that Fang Zhisu's lips were slightly parted. He then started to chant an obscure incantation.

'Heavenly Spirit ',' Earth Spirit '.

Spirit of man, incarnation of god, worship of man, worship of the river god.

Please, God, come down.

Thousand Layered Mountain, Ten Thousand Layered Sea. Tens of thousands of ripples appeared on the surface of the sea.

The waves gave birth to clouds, the clouds gave birth to a cause, and the boy who opened the river showed his true spirit.

The true spirit was bestowed upon the child god, allowing him to receive every inch of it.

An inch by inch, as if he were a disciple, would be a promise to Sanqinglian.

"Royal decree!"

When he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and his middle finger and index finger formed a cross. As he closed his ten fingers, the 'Gold Threaded Copper Sword' hanging on his waist actually flew out of its sheath and shot towards the wall.

The technique that Fang Zishu displayed was called the 'Sublime Yi Ghost Appraisal Spell'. Once it was used, it could be combined with a light opening magic tool to verify the strength of a human ghost or god. If the person proved to be a human, then the 'Gold Threaded Red Threaded Copper Sword' would once again return to the sword sheath after circling for three rounds. However, if the person proved to be a ghost, then this' Gold Thread Red Threaded Copper Sword 'would release a righteous power and kill the evil spirit.

Looking at the wall with a hint of anticipation, he had never expected that after circling around the statue a few times, it did not make any other movements and went back into the sword sheath. Seeing the gold-threaded red-threaded copper coin sword back in its sheath, Fang Zhushu was immediately dumbfounded.

This was because once the Crimson Striped Copper Sword was sheathed, it meant that the seven shadows on the wall were all real.

Otherwise, the Golden-Striped Red Copper Sword, which had been infected by the mantra for many years, would have pierced through the shadow and killed the succubus.

"Brother Fang, what's the situation now?" Qi Sanpang asked.

Fang Zishu shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "Just now, I've used the Ghost Discerning Talisman in conjunction with the Supreme Demon Appraisal Ghost Curse to examine it. I've discovered that … "We discovered that the seven shadows on the wall were all real."

As he said the last sentence, Fang Zishu's voice turned serious. In the past when he encountered this kind of strange phenomenon, as long as he used this move, he would always be successful. No matter how incompetent he was, he would still be able to find out what was happening, but this time, the gold-threaded red-threaded copper coin sword could not.

That can only prove two things.

First, the seven shadows on the wall were all real. They were all human shadows. However, there were only six people in the room, including Professor Xu.

How could there be seven shadows among six people?

Apart from this situation, there was only a second possibility.

It was the ghost of the shadow that was hidden in the crowd. Its cultivation level was rather high, so high that even the Golden-Striped Red Copper Sword could not identify it.

"Are these seven shadows all real? This... How is that possible? "

He himself had seen the six famous tombs of the Huai River generation, including the 'Huai Yang Hou Tomb' of the Eastern Han Dynasty, but this was the first time he had encountered this kind of situation.

"Fang..." Brother Fang, then what should we do now? Go back? "

Qi Sanpo suggested. Compared to the difficult dumplings and yin creatures, he was more afraid of this unknown fear.

This was because this kind of fear would cause one to be even more at a loss as to how to deal with it.

"No, I don't believe it. The Ghost sect that is hidden here is so high? To think that it would be able to make the magical artifact that it had been nurturing for many years, the 'Golden-Striped Copper Sword', not even be able to identify it! "

At this time, Fang Zishu also became angry. He held the gold-threaded red-threaded copper sword in one hand and a variety of talisman paper in the other. Step by step, he walked towards the back of the statue.

"Brother Fang …" Brother Fang, be careful! "

Qi Sanpang warned, but he didn't dare to follow.

Fang Zishu walked around the statue and arrived at the back of the statue. The back of the statue was extremely smooth and clean. Apart from a few conspicuous bricks on the wall, there was only a protruding relief sculpture.

As for this relief, it was something that the book knew well.

It was the famous "Twelve Pagoda."