Ling Jiuhao's secret technique is more dangerous than Guan Zu imagined.

He originally thought it was just to release some blood and use it as a medium for casting spells.

But who knew, that was not the case at all. On the altar arranged by Ling Jiuhao, in addition to the commonly used magical instruments, there was a piece of white cloth spread in the middle.

On the white cloth, the general shape of a cemetery is drawn, and the dense black spots on it are the terracotta warriors and horses guarding Zulong.

After he started casting the spell, blood flowed down his hand and onto the white cloth.

Wherever the blood stains the white cloth, the effect of his secret technique will reach wherever it reaches.

But this was different from ordinary dyeing. After the spell was cast, the white cloth suddenly became like a sponge. It only took a little blood to dye the place red, but Guan Zu watched helplessly as it absorbed a large amount of Ling Jiuhao's blood.

It slowly changed color.

And looking at the trend, if the blood supply is stopped, the color will return to white.

"This...can we use other people's blood? If each of us contributes a little, we should be able to last longer, right?"

As soon as the secret technique started, Guan Zu was worried about Ling Jiuhao. Don't act halfway. Without the support of Gui Zhanyan, everyone would be surrounded.

Ling Jiuhao pressed one hand on the white cloth, letting the blood flow slowly, and turned his head to give Guan Zu a white look.

"What do you think? Stop talking nonsense and act quickly. Don't worry, as long as I still have breath, this secretary will not stop!"

"Operation, everything is going according to plan!" Taoist Master Ji on the side did not say much, but solemnly saluted Ling Jiuhao, and then took the lead in entering the terracotta warriors and horses, heading towards the ancestral dragon coffin.

"Hold on!" Guan Zu followed Taoist Master Ji's example and bowed, then rushed in with the others without looking back.

Due to the interference of Ling Jiuhao's secret technique, the thousands of terracotta warriors and horses guarding them simply turned a blind eye to Guan Zu and his moving team.

As for the small team, in addition to Taoist Master Ji and his disciples acting as the main force.

Guan Zu took his personal guards with him and placed explosives everywhere as he walked.

The only pity is that although he has a lot of weapons on him, most of them are firearms and grenades.

The quantity of explosives was really limited. Otherwise, he would really be confident that he could deal with these terracotta warriors without using the "David" small nuclear bomb.

Although he has Ling Jiuhao's secret skills, he knows that these terracotta warriors and horses will not attack anyone.

But when you know that there are actually zombies hidden inside these pottery figurines, you still feel worried when passing them.

Coupled with the dense number and visual impact, it also increased the pressure on everyone.

So even though it was not too far away from the Ancestral Dragon Coffin, everyone still walked extremely carefully.

Zulong's coffin is parked in the middle. It is protected by nearly 10,000 terracotta warriors and horses. Even without the gorgeous decoration, it looks particularly solemn.

"Everyone, please take your place and be prepared. Everyone will perform their duties in a while. You, the spiritual master uncle, won't be able to hold on for long. We must not make any mistakes."

Seeing that he was near the target, Taoist Master Ji still felt uneasy and warned him again.

However, since they were surrounded by many people, everyone could not answer loudly. Instead, they nodded solemnly and began to carry out their own tasks as planned.

The entire moving process has been discussed before departure.

Taoist Master Ji took the lead and first put a seal on Zulong's coffin to prevent the old man from waking up and causing trouble in the house.

Later, he worked with his disciples to pull Zulong's coffin out of the coffin.

After all, the coffin was too big, made of neither gold nor stone. Just by looking at it, you could tell that it weighed a lot, so it was simply impractical to transport it out.

Once Zulong's coffin was lifted out, it was immediately placed on a specially-made trolley. A brand-new set of coffins had been prepared for Zulong on the trolley. As soon as the coffin was in place, it immediately began to be transported out.

The people of Guanzu were responsible for clearing obstacles along the way and pushing the cart smoothly.

Fortunately, Guanzu was equipped with corpse chains for his personal guards. This thing was perfect for temporarily binding and moving the terracotta warriors and horses on the roadside.

The entire plan was divided into details and had been assigned to everyone. So following Taoist Master Ji's words, everyone started their respective tasks in an orderly manner.

The only one who was free was Guan Zu. He was responsible for breaking up the rear and there was no need to follow him.

It was just that they had already arrived at Zulong Cemetery, but when he took a look, he felt really regretful, so he simply followed him.

Of course, he didn't really have nothing to do. For example, when Taoist Master Ji was about to put a seal on Zulong's coffin, he followed Taoist Master Ji into Zulong's tomb.

The tomb covers an area of ​​more than 300 square meters, but it may be to facilitate Zulong to inspect his troops at any time. There are no walls on all four sides, only a large roof on the four corners.

But when he arrived here, Guan Zu discovered Zu Long's arrogance.

It was so close that he couldn't see it at first. It wasn't until he entered that Guan Zu discovered that the entire floor of the tomb was transparent, and he didn't know whether it was made of crystal or glass.

Under the transparent floor tiles, Guan Zu finally saw what he had been missing, Zu Long's burial objects.

"Uncle, do you want to transport these things out? It would be a pity to bury them underground."

It's not that Guan Zu was greedy for money, he actually had no interest in these things.

But considering that everyone on Maoshan was poorer than the other, Guan Zu felt that it was not impossible to give some to everyone to improve their lives.

"It has been arranged. Someone will transport it out soon and open a new cemetery on Hong Kong Island. This is a big project.

Moreover, some Maoshan disciples will stay there to guard the cemetery, and their lives will all depend on it."

Taoist Master Ji had already opened Zulong's coffin with his apprentice, and while affixing various talismans on the coffin inside, he explained to Guan Zu.

Only then did Guan Zu realize that there would be someone serving as a tombkeeper on Hong Kong Island.

And according to what Ji Dao said, the tombkeeper was among the personnel in their operation.

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Taoist Master Ji is the current head of Maoshan, and he will definitely return to Maoshan to take charge afterwards.

So who will be left behind? Uncle Jiu? Or Taoist Priest Four Eyes? Or his master Qian Zhenren?

"Uncle, who will stay over there?" Seeing that the seal on Taoist Master Ji's side was almost complete, Guan Zu simply stepped forward to lend a hand and began to wrap the corpse chain around the coffin of the ancestor dragon.

Taoist Master Ji took a deep look at Guan Zu, sighed, and looked particularly depressed. "They will all stay, and more than half of my disciples will be on Hong Kong Island."

Guan Zu understood that people in this era were nostalgic for their homeland. Although everyone was wandering around the world, they also had the persistence of returning to their roots after falling leaves.

And staying in Hong Kong Island means that you can only stay there anonymously for the rest of your life, and basically never return to Maoshan for a day.

"Uncle, you don't have to feel bad. Maybe it's a good thing over there."

Hearing Guan Zu's comfort, Taoist Master Ji smiled and didn't take it to heart.

However, Guan Zu became serious. "What I said is true. With the current situation in China, it is estimated that it will become more and more chaotic. Maybe if you stay on Hong Kong Island, you can avoid this catastrophe."

Until Guan Zu clicked, he believed that Taoist Master Ji could understand what he meant. After all, if he could think of moving Zu Long, he must have his own judgment on the future situation.

Soon, Zulong's coffin was carried out.

It happened that the road had been cleared and the cars were in place. Director Ji gave the order and began to move out for Zulong.

Those who pulled the carts, those who pushed the carts, and those who carried the ancestor dragon's funerary objects, although the atmosphere was very gloomy, everyone seemed very calm at this time.

Soon, everyone broke away from the terracotta warriors and horses and returned to the temporary camp.

At this time, Ling Jiuhao's face was pale, and his Taoist robe was already soaked through.

Seeing everyone coming back, he reluctantly showed a smile. "Hurry up, I can hold on for a while!"

Taoist Master Ji wanted to step forward and say something, but when he saw Ling Jiuhao's determined eyes, he could only nod towards Guan Zu, bowed and led the team to the ground.

Soon, there were only twelve people left in the entire camp, including the Jiuhao Ancestral Spirit.

"Uncle Spiritual Master, that's it! Don't hold on any longer! At their speed, it will take ten days at the earliest to get out, even if they don't sleep.

You must stay alive to buy them more time."

After Guan Zu finished speaking, he ignored Ling Jiuhao's objection and had someone help him aside to bandage him to stop the bleeding.

As Ling Jiuhao was separated, his secret technique of covering his eyes lost its support, and the piece of cloth soaked in his blood on the altar began to slowly return to a piece of white cloth.

"You've shed so much blood and you're not dead yet. Your life is really tough!"

Although the spell has failed, it will still take some time before the Terracotta Warriors and Horses wake up.

Guan Zu asked everyone to take the time to rest, while he went over to feed the weak Ling Jiuhao something to eat.

Otherwise, Guan Zu was afraid that he would not be able to see the final splendor and die early.

Although Ling Jiuhao's whole body was bleeding too much, he was leaning on a corner and was too weak to move.

However, after hearing Guan Zu's words, he still laughed and joked with Guan Zu.

"What does this mean? I think back then, when I was executed according to the sect's rules, it was really a narrow escape from death.

If my life was not strong enough, how could I crawl back from the underworld?

But have you really decided? It's not too late to change your mind now.

Don’t worry, I can protect you until the end no matter what.”

Guan Zu didn't expect that the relationship between him and Ling Jiuhao was just a transaction.

But at the last moment, he actually still wanted to fight for himself a chance to survive.

But he has a way out, so he speaks with extra confidence.

"Whether you believe it or not, in the end, I will not die!
To be continued...