Chapter 1047： Bowl grave monster 1

Ye Shaoyang grabbed his tail with both hands and shook it three times in the air. He used to squat on a boulder. He fell on the scorpion, and the blood smashed. He climbed up for a long time.

This is not a general evil. Ye Shaoyang knows very well that this can be seen from the fact that it can break through the cinnabar line and break it out.

Unfortunately, the opponent he met was Ye Shaoyang, who had been a pioneer from the very beginning and couldn’t play it at all, not even able to fight.

At this moment, I just got up from the stone, and Ye Shaoyang held a big print on one side and hit it down.

"There is a sacred seal, a town of Tianzhu Road, two towns, the gates of the town, the three towns have people, the four towns have no doors, the Tianluo network is not sensible, too old Laojun is in a hurry as a law!"

The seal printed the strange baby firmly, completely unable to move, the body was crushed a little bit, the blood was flowing, and soon there was no movement.

Ye Shaoyang practiced to close the seal, looking for Mu Qingyu, seeing that she had already lowered the zombie, tied the hands and feet with a straw rope, and pulled them together.

The zombie struggled with his limbs, but he couldn’t make a seemingly fragile straw rope.

Mu Qingyu gasped and went to see the strange baby who was crushed to death. He glanced at it and immediately covered his mouth and exclaimed: "This is a ghost drop!"

Brief introduction: This ghost head is a very powerful one in the middle of black witchcraft.

Although Mu Qingyu has not seen it, it has also been seen in the book.

Looking at the blood on the stone, and finally using the branches to pick up a bunch of white flowers, said: "This is the real body of ghost blood."

"what is this?"

"Zihe car, that is, the placenta. This witchcraft is to use the placenta when women give birth, soak in the potion, and there are various mysteries is the technique, I don't know.

In short, three years later, the purple river car turned out evil spirits, it is this ghost blood drop, used to hurt people, extremely difficult to deal with, how did you kill it? ”

Mu Qingyu looked at Ye Shaoyang up and down, and saw that his body was clean and there was no trace of strenuous fighting. He was very curious.

"It didn't find a chance to fight back and killed it directly." Ye Shaoyang shrugged.

Mu Qingyu said: "We are eighteen villages, there is absolutely no such powerful black wizard, even if the whole Xiangxi is afraid that there is no more, do not know who, have such a deep hatred with us, actually released the ghost blood..."

Ye Shaoyang indulged in a moment, now who is completely unable to start, he suddenly thought of Xiaohui, thought of the blood wizard...

Perhaps this matter is related to them?

"Yeah!" Mu Qingyu suddenly screamed, "Where is Wu Yao?"

Ye Shaoyang looked at it, but looked around, but he disappeared from the sight of Wu Yao. He was shocked. When he thought about it carefully, he must be a genius. When he and Mu Qingyu split the zombie amount to change the ghost blood, Wu Yao disappeared.

What did she go through and where did she go?

"Help--"

A faint scream came from afar.

The two glanced at each other and hurriedly followed the sound and ran all the way.

There was always a cry for help, pointing out the direction for the two, and ran to the mountain under one breath. From a distance, Wu Yao stood in the middle of a puddle, holding a tree with both hands, and half of the body had fallen into the mud.

The little tree was bent by her and could not be bent any more, and there was a possibility of breaking at any time.

The two came to the water next to them, Wu Yao saw them and cried: "Ye Big Brother, hurry to save me, there are things licking my feet below..."

Ye Shaoyang squatted, untied the soul from the waist, lost the past, let Wu Yao seize, took a long time, but could not pull at all.

In desperation, I had to tie the hook to a tree, let Mu Qingyu hold it, and rushed to the water, one hand grabbed the soul, and moved to Wu Yao step by step.

With her feet under her, she groaned, and she really used something to entangle her feet. Without waiting for what it was, she felt her feet sink: the thing let go of Wu Yao and grabbed her own feet.

At this moment, Ye Shaoyang did not have time to sharpen, directly pulled out the seven-star Longquan sword, stabbed at the foot, felt the thing trembled, sent his hand and shrank down.

Ye Shaoyang did not pursue, hugged Wu Yao, grasped the soul with both hands, and left the quagmire with difficulty, and returned to the shore.

All of them are muddy water, and Ye Shaoyang is not tired, lying on the ground and breathing straight.

Later, I asked Wu Yao that she was forced to be pulled here by a ghost, pressed in the mud, and then the ghost pulled her feet from below.

She rolled up her trousers, wiped off the dirt, and found a circle of black and purple fingers on each of her legs.

The strength of the evil in the mud can be seen.

"That thing, is it dead?" Mu Qingyu asked without confidence.

"Oh, I am a sword, 80% can't live, but I am not sure, you can make a mark here, and wait for the future to come over and deal with it."

Ye Shaoyang said, he was hesitant to think in his heart: the black shadow caught Wu Yao and did not kill it, apparently to attract himself.

But is there no danger?

Ye Shaoyang felt that this matter was very unreasonable. I suddenly thought that the other party would lead himself, not to kill himself, but to have other purposes.

What would it be?

Suddenly, Mu Qingyu pointed to the mountain behind him and said: "There is a cave there!"

Ye Shaoyang looked back and saw the mountain below. There is indeed a cave. I walked over and looked closely. The outside of the cave is all new soil. There is a large mound near the bottom. I thought that this cave is a landslide. appeared.

After Mu Qingyu observed the left and right, it proved this.

"This cave may not have been opened before, even if it is there, it is very secret, because the flood caused the landslide, this is revealed."

Mu Qingyu took a flashlight and looked inside. He found a long thing, a big head and a small head, and was framed by two wooden beams on the rock wall.

"Hanging!" Mu Qingyu changed color on the spot.

In the south, hangs are very common. As long as the mountains are dangerous enough, there will be almost hanging on the cliffs.

But like this, it is very rare to put the hang in the cave.

Mu Qingyu bowed his body and took a flashlight to the depths of the cave. He found that the hangs seemed to be more than one.

"Do you know what is hanging?" Mu Qingyu asked Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang nodded. As for the hanging hang, he certainly heard that this is a kind of custom culture different from the Han people’s burial. To put it bluntly, the casket is hung on the cliff, not touching the sky, not touching the ground, why do it, Ye Shaoyang does not know.

As for how these coffins are transported to the cliffs, there have been various sayings, and Ye Shaoyang does not know which one is true.

Mu Qingyu has already walked to the cave, holding a flashlight and shining towards it.

Ye Shaoyang rushed to her side and observed it together. I saw that the interior of the cave was wide and the rock wall on the side of the wall seemed to be covered with coffins.