"Perhaps, it was ambushed in advance, activated by witch potion or some kind of formation, or many people doing it together."
Mu Qingyu thought about it and nodded, this is the most likely.
"Have you ever thought about it, who is trying to harm us?"
After Ye Shaoyang asked, he waited for a long time and didn't hear an answer, turned his head to look, but found Mu Qingyu staring in a direction in a daze, and turned his head to see that somewhere on the side of the cave, there was a tomb-like place.
Narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, shaped like a funnel, no different from an ordinary tomb, the only thing that made Ye Shaoyang curious was that under the moonlight, a faint white light appeared around this tomb.
What's going on?
Ye Shaoyang walked up to him and leaned over to see that it was indeed a tomb, but it was not: The tomb was not earthwork, but was piled up with bowls, layer upon layer, and the mouths of each layer were tightly fastened together in a different direction.
The gap in the middle was covered with dirt.
The head of the grave is also a large bowl, fastened to the top.
A coffin made of bowls?
No matter how Ye Shaoyang looks at it, he feels incredible.
Mu Qingyu walked up, shrunk behind Ye Shaoyang, and looked at the strangely shaped tomb in front of her, unlike Ye Shaoyang, there was no curiosity in her eyes, only fear.
"One, two, three, four, five, six......
Seven!
Seven-tiered bowl coffin, oh my!
” "Bowl coffin, what do you mean, a coffin made of a bowl?"
"A unique tomb in Xiangxi," Mu Qingyu's voice trembled, "It is also called a witch coffin, and there are actually seven layers, and there are either corpse kings or Gu gods inside!"
” Ye Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to say something, he heard a crisp sound: the bowl coffin on that side was actually gently shaking under his nose.
"When the coffin is opened, there will be demons!
Hurry up, it's too late if you don't leave!
” Mu Qingyu pulled Ye Shaoyang's arm hard, trying to pull him away.
Ye Shaoyang saw that at the top of the coffin, the blue and white porcelain bowl that symbolized the grave kept spinning, and a little bit of blood-like stuff was oozing inside, boiling and steaming.
"Let's go, let's go!"
Ye Shaoyang still wanted to see it clearly, but he couldn't bear Mu Qingyu's pleading, seeing that she looked very flustered, knowing that she was not pretending.
He wasn't worried about what would crawl out of the coffin, he wasn't afraid of anything, and when he thought that there were Mu Qingyu and Wu Yao at the scene, it was better to be careful.
Hurriedly carried Wu Yao on his shoulders, followed Mu Qingyu, and rushed down the mountain.
Behind him, the crisp sound kept ringing, and the shaking of the coffin seemed to become more and more intense, and suddenly, everything stopped.
Ye Shaoyang couldn't help but look back.
The bowl at the head of the grave rolled down, and a hand, reaching out from the gap below, grabbed the edge and climbed up little by little.
When Mu Qingyu saw this scene, he was half frightened to death on the spot.
"It's too late to run, I'll go to the meeting!"
Ye Shaoyang handed Wu Yao over to Mu Qingyu, turned around, and ran towards the coffin.
Blood kept pouring out of the coffin, already soaking a large area of the ground, Ye Shaoyang walked to the edge, and was hesitating to go in, only to hear a strange scream.
A figure lifted the top of the coffin and climbed up.
It was a long-haired woman, she came out of the bloodstain, but there was no blood stain on her body, but a layer of something as thin as a cicada's wings, clinging to her body, but outlining a delicate figure.
She jumped down from the bowl coffin and rushed to Ye Shaoyang in one breath, suddenly spit out a wisp of white silk thread from her mouth, stabbing at Ye Shaoyang's mouth.
Ye Shaoyang instinctively turned sideways to avoid it, but unexpectedly, the silk thread opened in the air, divided into more than a dozen strands, and the head fell, wrapping Ye Shaoyang's head and face, and drilling into his mouth, ears and nose.
Ye Shaoyang grabbed it, but found that it was full of toughness and could not be broken.
In a hurry, he hurriedly took out a spirit rune, shook it in the wind, and the yin fire burned.
He roasted his face, and then the silk thread was burned.
The woman took a few steps back, half-squatting in a strange posture, her dark green eyes moving up and down, looking at Ye Shaoyang.
Ye Shaoyang didn't rush to attack, he looked at her, and suddenly goosebumps rose all over his body: This woman has an excellent figure, but her face is miserable, not ugly, but no face at all, covered with blood scabs, layer after layer, flowing with yellow and green liquid, this dignity, not to mention a disgusting look.
The key is that she is still in such a good figure, with such a face, this sense of disobedience makes people feel even more grotesque.
What kind of monster is this?
Or is it a beautiful woman who has been disfigured raw?
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"Unsalted ghost girl!
Brother Shaoyang, be careful!
Mu Qingyu shouted nervously.
As soon as the words fell, the saltless ghost girl suddenly attacked, a blood mist trembled between her hands, and rushed towards Ye Shaoyang.
Ye Shaoyang took out the Taiyi whisk and counterattacked, secretly surprised in his heart: This saltless ghost girl is not a ghost, she has a physical corpse, and her attack speed is extremely fast, especially when she spits silk in her mouth, which is unguardable.
"Taiyi flies into the air, sweeps away thousands of dusts, and is as urgent as a law!"
With a shake of his arm, Taiyi's dusty tail unfolded, like a giant umbrella, covering the saltless ghost girl.
Ten thousand golden rays of light flew out of the dust tail and hit her.
The unsalted ghost girl screamed and fell in a pool of blood.
Pools of blood instantly gathered around her, supporting her, rolling towards the next side of the mountain.
Of course, Ye Shaoyang refused to let her go, and launched a volley to chase after her, and finally intercepted her in the woods, sacrificed the Pixiu seal, and fought in the air.
The Pixiu seal smashed on the top of the unsalted ghost girl's head, only to hear a miserable scream, the pool of blood was shattered, and the unsalted ghost girl lay on the ground, trembling all over.
Ye Shaoyang flew up and grabbed it, grabbed the Pixiu seal, and wanted to smash it again.
The unsalted ghost girl held her head in her hands and let out a scream like a little girl from her mouth.
Ye Shaoyang suddenly felt a little unbearable, and the Pixiu seal hung above her head and did not fall.
Then a trace of self-blame welled up in my heart: when did I become so indecisive.
The beautiful woman painted the skin and the pink skull, which was originally more terrifying than those hideous-looking ghosts.
At that moment, he was ruthless, raised the Pixiu seal again, and smashed it hard.
The Unsalted Ghost Girl screamed again.
This time, Ye Shaoyang did not relent.
The saltless ghost girl opened her mouth and spewed out a silk thread, divided into several strands, trying to hold the Pixiu seal, but was hit by the Pixiu seal with a blow that broke the demonic power and hit her head.
The saltless ghost girl spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell in a pool of blood, the blood scabs on her face burst open, and the dirty blood flowed everywhere, looking miserable.
Ye Shaoyang frowned, seeing that she was no longer capable of resisting, she felt out the soul killing nail and wanted to nail it directly to prevent future troubles.
"Brother Shaoyang......"
The saltless ghost girl suddenly raised her head, with a pair of clear eyes, looking at Ye Shaoyang pitifully.
Be......
Qin Xiaohui's voice!!
Ye Shaoyang trembled, almost couldn't stand, and said in a lost voice: "Xiaohui?!"
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