Chu Dong tentatively removed part of his soul from his body. The energy consumed just now was recovering rapidly. Fortunately, this characteristic has not disappeared, which made him feel much more at ease. After the complete recovery, Chu Dong breathed a sigh and said with a little sigh: "I didn't expect that one day I would be so embarrassed by a ghost who doesn't even have a ghost."

Hongyan asked with a little suspicious tone: "Are you sure that's just an ordinary evil spirit? I can't even see through it."

"I also want to treat her as a difficult person, but no matter what perspective she looks at, she is a very ordinary ghost. What's strange is that this place is not this ghost."

The thing just now was the most common evil spirit. It was resentful because of its tragic death. Its eyes were white and irrational. Its attacking method was also its ability to burn Chu Dong's body until its soul was scattered. Its soul was scattered and its ability was the strength of an ordinary evil spirit.

Fortunately, Chu Dong saw some memories of the past when she was possessed. The memories were few and incoherent. It was only vaguely obvious that she was influenced by something and committed suicide. She regarded the four Buddhas as evil ghosts, so she contaminated them with blood.

The clear memories were basically about half an hour before death. There was almost no past in this village. The only thing Chu Dong could be sure of was that the village chief of this village was not far from this room.

The village they live in looks dilapidated, but in fact it has a unique world. In the fragments of memory, there is a scene from the initial construction of the village. It is a deep trenches like trenches, and all the houses here have basements.

"You get Wang Bin down, the temperature below is pretty good."

Hongyan nodded, "Then be careful."

There is no danger here when the evil ghost is dead. Chu Dong took the Buddha statue up, down, left and right and left to study it, and used all knocking and detection. As a result, these Buddha statues are nothing special.

Then Chu Dong came to the west earth wall. He knocked his fist twice and immediately showed a happy look. The wall was hollow, which shows that the female ghost had no problem with her memory.

At this time, Hongyan also got rid of Wang Bin. After two hours of adjustment, his body became accustomed to it. There should be no problem with short-term actions.

As soon as Wang Bin came down, he saw Chu Dong smashing the wall with a fist. After the wall collapsed, a pitch-black corridor appeared. The cool breeze that rushed over proved that this side was not a dead end.

Chu Dong slid his palm through the broken corner of the wall. The broken corner was neat and smooth, which shows that the door in front of him originally existed, but later it was blocked for some reason.

[There are four layers of mud about 1mm at the fracture, which shows that the current room has experienced at least four paintings]

【Suggested to view other walls】

Chu Dong drew in front of the other three walls and found a layer of clear layers of mud. Four paintings made the surrounding walls integrated, so the brain could not see the problem. The mud was very delicate and the overall color was dark brown. It was definitely a processed mud, or some other material.

The people here sealed the room and rebuilt the house on their heads. This is why this house is more complete than the rest in the village, because it was renovated later and its house is much newer than other houses.

Chu Dong picked up a piece of wood from the ground and turned it into a torch and stepped into the corridor. Wang Bin and Hongyan followed closely. Chu Dong carefully observed everything in the corridor with the faint light of fire. Although his vision was dim, his brain could intelligently fill up the light. In Chu Dong's eyes, everything was adjusted.

Chu Dong poked the wall of the corridor with his finger twice. It was very strong and probably had been tamped and smashed.

Chu Dong said as he walked: "The people in this village have opened up the underground. The bad weather has allowed them to find another way. Look at the walls, you can see that the underground is full of traces of hammers. You can hollow out the underground and then ramm the ground and the walls. This is someone who knows about architecture."

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The corridor is oval in overall shape, the wall texture is very rough, and there is no special treatment. Most of the reason why it can be so strong here is due to the soil quality. Most of the mountains and rocks are there, and there is basically no danger of landslides.

Wang Bin stood behind Chu Dong and asked incomprehensiblely: "Since this place is so dangerous, why don't they move away? No matter how you look at it, this place is not suitable for people to survive."

"Maybe this is the most suitable place for survival that they have found, so keep looking forward."

The underground here is well-connected, and the underground buildings are even larger than the above ground. They have been expanding the underground. These people have not even one-tenth of the underground. Every household has a basement, and the basement even has a door. They have dug up corridors to connect to each other. This is a complete underground world with no rules. Fortunately, the map of the twisted and crooked brain under three-dimensional modeling has been reshaped, and they will not get lost.

Chu Dong found the basement of the village chief's house based on the memory fragments of the female ghost. Chu Dong came to a black wooden door with a torch in his hand and kicked it. The decay smell came over. Behind the door was a very wide earthen house, which was polished very delicately. There were two braziers at the entrance. Chu Dong threw the torch into the fire plate and the flames suddenly rose. The brazier should have been put on tincture. The fire oil was gradually rising. Chu Dong looked up and saw a layer of thick mud plates on it, with exhaust holes.

At first glance, you can see three rooms. Their place is in the middle, that is, the living room. There is a low table and a set of tea cups in the middle of the room. The room on the left is a bedroom. Because Chu Dong had already seen the wooden bed, it is important to install a wooden door in the room on the right.

Chu Dong walked to the locked door and twisted the door lock with a little force. It took too long to even the door rotten. Chu Dong also saw the layout of the room clearly with the fire. This should be a study room. There was a desk in the middle of the room, and there was a pen, ink, paper and ink on the desk.

The most noticeable thing on the desk was a thick candle. Chu Dong waved to the brazier outside the house, and a flame quickly floated over the candle to ignite it. The soft candlelight should have been warm, but at this time Chu Dong felt a burst of coolness. Chu Dong thought about the reason why the surrounding walls should be black, but he didn't think much about it.

Chu Dong said casually: "The owner of this house is quite particular. I didn't expect that you could see pens, ink, paper and inkstones here, but there was no piece of paper in other houses."

Wang Bin walked to the candle as thick as an adult forearm and showed a puzzled expression, "This candle"

"I advise you not to touch it. I felt a strange breath on it, which made me instinctively resist."

Wang Bin said with a vigilant look: "I won't touch it. I know this thing. It's a human candle. Such a big human candle is so outrageous. How many people have to be refined?"

Chu Dong frowned and asked, "Do you think this is a human oil candle?"

"Yes, it's not wrong. This taste and texture are you looking at whether the wick is thicker than ordinary cotton thread?"

Chu Dong walked to the candle and looked closely. The wick of the candle is indeed much thicker than the average wick. If you look closely, the white cotton thread of the wick seems to be mixed with some black thread. Is that hair?
Chapter completed!