After chanting Long Junchen's spell, the pattern on the blue talisman paper suddenly lit up. With a bang, the blue flames spiraled and rose, and a small blue light spot appeared in the dark hall. With this blue light, the three of them saw clearly what came, or more accurately, the ghost g.

It was a pair of young men and girls who looked eight or nine years old, wearing yellow shrouds, pale hands, eyes were dispersed, red rouge was painted on their faces, and a cinnabar flower tins were lit between their eyebrows. The two boys looked at the three people in front of them, and they were a little confused, without showing any malice or fierceness.

"Is this?" Bai Chenxiang was originally huddled behind Long Junchen, but when she looked at him, she saw that there were two boys with pretty faces. When she saw that the two boys had no tendency to attack them, she plucked up her courage and stretched out her neck to look at them carefully. She found that both of them were trembling with their legs and stared at Long Junchen and Qingdie intently, as if she was afraid of them.

"When the owner of this tomb died, he caught many young boys and girls to bury him, so these two should be the guard boys in this tomb, but they seemed very confused and had no evil spirit on their bodies. They didn't look like evil spirits that harmed people." Long Junchen explained while approaching the two guard boys in shrouds.

When the two boys saw Long Junchen approaching, they looked at each other. They turned out to be weak in Bai Chenxiang's surprised gaze. They knelt down directly, kowtowed to Long Junchen, muttering in a crying voice: "Master, please spare me, please spare me."

Qingdie saw Bai Chenxiang's eyes flashing suspicion, and said softly in the latter's ear, explaining: "The second leader, you will see many things clearly after your death. For the mage, these ghosts can easily recognize them. Just now, Jun Chen painted a talisman, and these two little ghosts had already discovered Long Junchen's power, so naturally they could only beg for mercy."

After hearing this, Bai Chenxiang nodded thoughtfully and casually echoed, "It's just like ordinary Gu insects see Gu King."

Qingdie did not understand the witchcraft, so naturally he did not understand Bai Chenxiang's meaning. He smiled and barely assumed the default.

Long Junchen looked at the two little ghosts who kept kowtowing on the ground, held up his hands, and asked in a deep voice: "I think you two only have ghosts but no evil spirits. This means that they are not evil spirits, and they should not have harmed anyone, but why did you stay in this tomb and not report to the underworld for a long time?"

Faced with Long Junchen's questioning, the two boys looked at each other. One of them bowed with his hands and said tremblingly: "I hope the great master will understand that we are the burial objects in this tomb. They are all ghosts who died unjustly to guard the tomb owner. Logically speaking, we should go to the underworld to report hundreds of years ago, but we were trapped by the ghost king in this tomb and threatened, saying that we must find sacrifices for him before we can let them leave. This sacrifice is actually those living people. I don't want it, so he ignored us and just trapped us here, saying that we will find him one day."

"Don't he refine you to practice?" Qingdie frowned and interrupted her mouth, as if she didn't believe the words of this shook boy.

Just as the boy was about to speak, Long Junchen took the lead and raised two fingers and replied: "First, these two little ghosts have weak cultivation. Instead of letting them get the gap between their teeth, it is better to use everything to see if they can attach individuals or something to make some living people for him to practice. Second, they not only have weak cultivation, but also have no resentment. For the evil ghost king, it is better not to refine it."

After listening to Long Junchen's explanation, Qingdie's eyes showed a vain. She smiled at the boy apologetically because of the suspicion just now. Then she sighed: "As the person who died of burial, he can still not have any resentment. It seems that you two really have some good roots and good fate."

"Aren't you a Taoist? Why do you still talk to me about Zen?" Long Junchen joked casually, and then said seriously to the two boys: "Although you two stayed in the world for a long time, I will say something to the underworld because you have not done anything evil. Now, go to the underworld to report."

"Master Xie!!" The two boys knelt down deeply again, and Long Junchen didn't say anything nonsense. He had to do something important. He couldn't just take out the talisman paper because the two little ghosts had delayed their efforts, quickly drew two talismans, and put them on the two little ghosts' faces. The two little ghosts turned into two rays of black smoke and got into the talisman paper.

"This ghost king is so smart. He really uses everything he wants. These little ghosts with such low cultivation can also be used by him to find sacrifices, which is difficult to deal with." Qingdie scratched her scalp and lit a long dark candle again. This time, the fire did not go out directly.

"It's not smart, it's cunning." Long Junchen shook his fingers and corrected them half-jokingly, but the tension in the tomb was not relieved by Long Junchen's joke.

"Hey, Jun Chen, the tomb is too wet, why is it still dripping water?" Bai Chenxiang felt that water was falling on her head, dripping on her hair. Moreover, the water also had a fishy smell, which made Bai Chenxiang pinch the tip of her nose unconsciously.

Long Junchen and Qingdie were busy looking for the entrance to the tomb. When they heard Bai Chenxiang say this, their brows frowned. Qingdie murmured in a low voice: "The ghost energy here is rich, and the water vapor in the tomb will be forced out, so why will there be dripping water?"

Long Junchen quickly walked to Bai Chenxiang, picked up the long dark candle and shone it on Bai Chenxiang's head. Suddenly, except for Bai Chenxiang's invisible, Qingdie and Long Junchen both took a breath of cold air, because Bai Chenxiang had a blood mist on his head at this time, and fresh blood was constantly dripping down from above his head.

Long Junchen didn't make a sound, holding a feeling of depression in his chest and slowly moved Changmingzhu upwards. At this time, he saw that on the upper wall of the tomb, a human face, a messy hair, a staggered muscle on his face, a sarcoma, and a bloody nose. On one side, he grinned to the ears, but on the other side, he was quite strange like a normal person.

He opened his mouth and exposed a mouthful of the giant yellow teeth that were intertwined by Quanrong. His two blood-red eyes were soaked in blood and dripped down. Blood continued to flow down his mouth. I don’t know if it was saliva or blood. The skin was like artificially applied with wax, which was extremely terrifying.

"This?!" Bai Chenxiang looked along the eyes of Long Junchen and Qingdie, and was instantly frightened. She covered her mouth, her legs became weak, and she fell directly to the ground.

Qingdie and Long Junchen were also greatly impacted. The thing exuded an extremely strong ghost aura. Needless to say, it seemed that they were another ghost servant of the Ghost King.

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