Volume 3: The Sword That Shines on the Demon Clan Chapter 78 Be Careful of Them
"Hmph! Uncle, you tell the story so vividly, as if you had seen it with your own eyes." Murong Aotian sneered, implying that these details were fabricated by the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at Murong Aotian calmly and said, "Do you know that there is a shadow-chasing technique that can use secret techniques to reversely print out the traces of ghosts' activities?"
"This tragedy of annihilating a village had already alerted the experts, but when the demon-slaying master arrived at the village, he saw that the once thriving village had turned into a dead land, and the haunted house had long since disappeared. Legend has it that the haunted house was called the House of Thousand Corpses, and that it was originally a coffin made of ten-thousand-year-old wood, which was used by evil spirits to cultivate and kill people. The haunted house is the coffin, which is the large coffin outside the coffin, and the shrine that the village chief saw was the real coffin used by the evil spirits to cultivate. I know this because my master used the shadow-chasing technique to find out the whole story of this murder."
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the three of them looked at the shrine. They saw that the shrine was a wooden board nailed to the wall, with a kind-looking deity on it.
Against the backdrop of the story just now, there is an extra layer of weirdness.
"Could this also be a clue?"
Wang Chen did not dare to be negligent and kept this story firmly in his mind. At the same time, he felt a sense of humor in his heart.
Some of the Emperor's creations are nonsensical and funny, but others are so real that even the Emperor's own creations can make one feel a little chilly when they tell horror stories.
"You mean, we are now in the House of Thousand Corpses?" The girl looked around in horror, but her eyes avoided the dried corpses in the wall.
"I'm afraid that's the case." The middle-aged man sighed.
"Then why are we still alive now?" Wang Chen wondered. According to the description just now, this House of Thousand Corpses was extremely ferocious. How could it wait for the four of them to chat for so long?
And assuming that what the middle-aged man said is true, it would be equivalent to revealing the true face of the haunted house. How could the evil ghost who is nowhere to be found tolerate this?
"I have never actually encountered the House of Thousand Corpses, so I am not sure, but I suspect that if we can find the real coffin and get rid of the evil spirit inside, it may be our only chance of survival."
"Especially in the current situation, the evil ghost may have been severely injured by a master and is in a dormant state. We are just attracted by the instinct of this coffin. If we delay any longer and the evil ghost wakes up, I am afraid we will be dead." The middle-aged man looked solemn.
"I object!" cried the girl, her voice trembling, for the story had almost frightened her to death.
"We can wait here for daybreak, and then maybe we can leave."
The middle-aged man sighed. "It won't be dawn." He said in a low voice.
"What?!"
Even Wang Chen looked at the middle-aged man.
"Look at this oil lamp." The middle-aged man pointed. The flame of the oil lamp was straight and did not shake at all.
"What's wrong?" the girl asked, confused.
"We have been here for at least two hours. No matter how long we have been unconscious, the lamp oil is still full. I am afraid that our five senses have been bewitched by the evil spirit. With such magical powers, it is too easy to hide a haunted house in the dark. Waiting until dawn is nothing but a foolish dream."
The middle-aged man shook his head.
The girl's face quickly darkened.
"Why should we believe you?" When the girl was at a loss, Wang Chen lowered his head and frowned in thought. When the middle-aged man put forward a suggestion, Murong Aotian suddenly said something that was completely different from his character.
A flash of approval flashed across Wang Chen's eyes, but he did not look at Murong Aotian. He needed more clues to think and judge the current situation.
The middle-aged man was stunned, as if he had not expected this reckless young man to ask such a question. He looked struggling, and finally said as if he had made a decision: "Because I am an exorcist, I don't want to sit and wait for death." After that, he took out a few talismans with yellow background and cinnabar patterns as if he wanted to prove something.
The girl's eyes lit up, and she grasped a straw on the shore like a drowning person. She moved closer to the middle-aged man and said, "So you are an exorcist. Give me some of these talismans for self-defense." After saying that, she actually reached out to grab the talismans.
The middle-aged man waved his hand, a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes, interrupted her action, and quickly put the talisman into his clothes.
"Hmph, so stingy." The woman was a little angry .
"I will give it to you when you need it." The middle-aged man looked at the woman with a sullen face, seeming somewhat dissatisfied with the girl's reckless behavior.
"You make your own decision, whether to act with me or wait here. I will never force you." The middle-aged man looked around.
"I decided to act with you." Murong Aotian's face was a little crazy. I am still young, I still want to go back to the outside world, and I don't want to die yet.
No one had time to care about Murong Aotian's somewhat straightforward statement. The girl cast her eyes on Wang Chen who was silent.
"I will act together with the uncle." There was no sign of struggle on Wang Chen's face, which was surprisingly calm.
"I...I'll go with you too." The girl thought for a moment and said hesitantly. She definitely didn't want to stay alone in this house full of corpses.
The middle-aged man nodded without any joy or sadness, and raised his head and said: "Okay, but don't call me uncle. My name is Zhang Wanquan, you can just call me by my name."
"My name is Murong Aotian, you should have known it a long time ago." Murong Aotian said loudly.
"Luo Qingye." The girl said, fearing to fall behind.
Three pairs of eyes looked at Wang Chen, the only one who did not introduce himself.
Wang Chen nodded slightly and said: "My name is Jiang Yu."
As soon as the name was uttered, the three people's eyes paused, but returned to normal in an instant.
Almost at the same time , a terrified scream pierced the night sky.
In such a haunted house, any noise could cause great fright to people, let alone a scream.
Luo Qingye said in panic: "Could it be that the evil spirit has awakened?"
"Don't talk nonsense. This voice seems to be a human voice. Is there a fifth person here?" Zhang Wanquan said with a frown.
After saying this, he stood up, took out a spirit stone to light up, and walked into the house.
"No matter who is screaming, we must stop the noise. Otherwise, if we disturb this haunted house, everyone will die here."
As he spoke, Zhang Wanquan's voice was already full of unquestionable tone.
Murong Aotian stood up suddenly and followed Zhang Wanquan. Luo Qingye quickly stood up and followed him. She didn't want to be the last one to leave.
The figures of the three people disappeared in the dark corridor. Wang Chen looked at the dark corridor thoughtfully, listened to the footsteps of the three people gradually fading away, and then spread out his palms.
There was a yellow talisman in the palm of his hand, which was handed to him by Zhang Wanquan from under the table. On it was written in cinnabar: "Be careful of these two."
The red writing is shocking.
"Murong Aotian and Luo Qingye?"
"Zhang Wanquan told me to be careful of them, but why do I feel that the one I should be wary of is you?" Wang Chen thought for a few times, put away the talisman, and quickly followed.
