My head buzzed, and it suddenly became louder.
What should I do?
This time is different from the previous two times.
This time I came down by myself, and I used the secret technique of Maoshan to open the gate of the underworld and get in. , since this is considered a normal way, there will be a time limit, and you will not be able to get out once the time has passed.
The time I have now is too precious.
I don’t want to die young.
After thinking about it for a few seconds, I decided to go back the same way.
Maybe I can find a place where the red rope breaks within a short distance. .
I felt that the place I came down this time should be the border of the underworld, because the surroundings were very desolate, and I could see far and wide at a glance.
I ran back in stride according to my memory, one minute, two minutes, three minutes.
Because I was running too fast, sweat was flowing down my forehead.
I had to hurry up.
"Hey, Yueming, what are you doing in a hurry?"
Just when I was extremely anxious, a familiar voice came from behind.
Well, who is calling me?
I turned around and looked back, and found Yang Feng standing there smiling and waving his hands.
"Yang Feng, why did you come to this place?
Have you already?"
I was really surprised to see Yang Feng.
I didn't expect that he would appear in the underworld.
When I contacted him about its inexplicable disappearance before, my first thought was He is dead, but even if he is dead, he shouldn't be here.
He should be on Huangquan Road or Fengdu City.
"I ran to this place and I'm not here.
This is a school.
What nonsense are you talking about?
You have a fever, right?"
Yang Feng looked at me incredulously.
He walked to my side and put his hand on mine. forehead.
"Isn't this the underworld?
When did it become a school?"
Yang Feng's words confused me.
If I remember correctly, I went to the underworld because of Yi Ting's incident, and I should be on my way back now.
What on earth is going on?
Is it true that I have a fever?
Is everything just imagined out of thin air?
"Hahaha, have you gone crazy in your cultivation?
It's strange.
How can you talk nonsense when you clearly don't have a fever?"
Yang Feng took his hand back from my forehead, shook his head and looked at me like a monster.
It made me feel very uncomfortable.
How should I put it?
It felt like being stared at by a wolf at night, which gave me chills down my spine.
"By the way, a museum has just been built next to our school.
Let's go visit it together.
It is said that the students who have visited it say it is very good."
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Yang Feng couldn't help but hold my hand and walked forward.
Wait for my answer.
I don’t know when the scene changed to the campus where I was.
I looked around confusedly and shook my head vigorously.
When I felt awake, I looked around again.
Yes, it was indeed a campus.
There were many familiar pictures.
Faces walking on the campus roads, talking and laughing.
Hey, it seems that I should take a good rest.
Maybe I have been a little tired from too many things I have encountered recently, so I have hallucinations.
Haha, it is really funny.
I actually imagined that I went to the underworld, and even Wang Duo I fantasize about becoming fellow seniors.
Under Yang Feng's pull, he walked for about ten minutes and arrived at the entrance of a museum that he had never seen before.
The doors of the museum were so grand that they looked a bit fake.
The two doors were thirty years old.
Meter-high vermilion gates stood there impressively, with ninety-nine large glittering rivets the size of eggs on each gate.
There was a giant stone lion on each side of the gate, which was lifelike and as if it were real.
Standing at the gate made me very uncomfortable.
I always felt that there was a faint resentment floating around, but this resentment was intermittent and I couldn't see anything.
But before I could check it myself, When I read, Yang Feng had already taken my hand and jumped into the gate.
This museum is open-air.
Looking up, the sky is covered with dark clouds, with some faint green lightning mixed in.
I suddenly feel that this lightning seems familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.
I followed Yang Feng's footsteps and walked forward little by little.
There were not many people in the huge venue.
Their descriptions were a bit slow and looked weird.
If they hadn't exchanged a few words from time to time, I would have thought they were all ghosts. thing.
We didn't go far before we arrived at an open space.
There were hill-like mounds of soil piled up every one meter in the open space.
There were about 17 or 18 piles.
Next to the mound, there was a fat middle-aged man standing.
He was salivating.
Hengfei explained the origins of each mound to the visitors.
It was only after I walked in that I heard his explanation.
These mounds turned out to be burial soil taken from ancient tombs.
The most important thing is that each pile of soil is still wet, as if it had just been dug out.
They have different colors, some are yellow, some are black, and some are purple in color.
While explaining, the commentator usually grabs a handful from the mound and puts it under his nose, smelling it deeply, and the color on his face The expression is extremely enjoyable.
Yang Feng also imitated him and picked up the soil and put it under his nose to smell it.
He also had a look of enjoyment on his face.
When he saw that I didn't imitate him and smell the soil, he smiled and asked me why.
Without smelling it, it tastes really good.
What is the smell of the soil where dead people are buried?
It makes me feel sick just thinking about it.
However, under the strong request of Yang Feng and the interpreter, I had no choice but to grab a handful and smell it tentatively.
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A foul smell flowed down my nose.
Next, I threw the handful of soil back to the mountain where it belonged, turned around and squatted on the ground and started retching.
It was so disgusting.
The moment I turned around, I felt a weird smile appear on both of their faces.
I didn't have time to think about it carefully.
The smell of corpse soil was so disgusting.
After about ten minutes here, I swallowed a mouthful of bitter water from my stomach and gradually returned to normal.
I followed Yang Feng and continued walking forward.
The second place was also very weird.
The exhibit turned out to be a dead body. , it would be fine if they were ordinary corpses, but according to the explanation, these corpses are all ancient corpses, and they are all the kind of ancient corpses that are dead and not rotten.
I don’t pay much attention to which dynasty they are from.
I know one of them.
This piece of clothing is an official uniform of the Qing Dynasty.
I know it because I encountered it when I first became a disciple and brought it back to the Taoist temple where the master lived.
Just when I felt bored and wanted to let Yang Feng continue walking, I found a corpse wearing a security uniform on the edge of the corpses.
This outfit made me a little interested.
Why are there even modern people in this museum?
Are they all being put on display?
But when I saw the face of the dead body, I was stunned.
Isn’t this security guard the same security guard who practiced the ghost-raising curse some time ago?
Wasn’t he caught with black and white iron chains?
How could the underworld appear here?
A big question mark appeared in my mind: