Shen Bing looked at the shape of ebony and scratched his head and said, "Why do you look so familiar? It looks a bit like a black wooden plate?"

I smiled and said, "Because they are two brothers, this one is a black wooden plate when it grows familiar."

Shen Bing jumped up "ah" and pointed at the ebony and stuttered: "This... this is really a Kuroki Pan. You... weren't you lying to me, are you?"

"What do you do?" I turned around and looked around. There were only ebony and corpses, not the steel that Brother Niu mentioned. However, the walls of this round cave room were made of smooth jade, which made it particularly important to show that this place was particularly important. There were many fired murals inlaid among the jade, all of which were painted pictures, and the workmanship was very exquisite.

Shen Bing and I talked nodded, walked to the wall, and looked at the murals one by one. The contents in the painting were all portraits of ghosts, with evil ghosts, green faces and fangs, very ferocious and terrifying. My buddy had been dealing with ghosts for several years, but he didn't know any of the ghosts in the painting.

"What the hell is there? Do you know it?" Shen Bing thought that I, the descendant of the ghost story, had a wide range of knowledge.

I coughed twice and said, "They are all ancient evil spirits who are working under the throne of the Ten Palaces of Hell. Later, they disappeared and never appeared again." This is pure nonsense. Anyway, she doesn't know her, so I will say whatever I say.

Shen Bing nodded seriously, as if he had benefited a lot, making her friends laugh secretly. But after all, she was not a fool. She saw a portrait in front and said, "No, the country bun, this seems to be the King of Ghosts. I heard that she was killed by a hairy boy named Liu recently."

I looked forward and found that it was indeed the Ghost King. Many of the statues of the top ten Yins are enshrined in small folk temples. I searched for a large number of them online. After returning from Mangshan last time, Shen Bing was particularly interested in the Ghost King and went to the Internet cafe to check this guy. This portrait was carved from the same mold as the appearance on the Internet. I blinked and said, "He is the leader of Yinshou under the Chief Executive, so he has lived to this day."

Shen Bing said "Oh" and continued to walk forward. Suddenly his whole body shook, pointed to a painting in front and said tremblingly: "Why is this portrait so similar to me?"

I was stunned and looked at her fingers. I was so sad that my second uncle had goose bumps all over my body. That one was not like her, but like me!

Although the portrait was fired, it looked lifelike. My God completely copied me at this moment. Even the wrinkles on the cotton jacket were very clear, the smelly water stains on the legs of the trousers, and the backpack behind me were all exactly the same!

"Why don't you speak?" Shen Bing pushed me hard, looking very scared, and said to me in a trembling voice: "This reminds me of the scene in the ghost city Zhaohunjing. What I saw was me at that time..."

This sentence wakes up from my dream with a single word, and I suddenly recall the taste. All we see are hallucinations. This portrait is the evil evil in the soul well!

"Don't look at this painting, let's go out quickly." I paniced and pulled Shen Bing and was about to leave.

But it was too late. The faint Taoist aura on Shen Bing's body was not enough to compete with this dead thing. He retreated and shook his head desperately and said, "I won't leave, I want to find myself." When he spoke, his mind was a little confused.

The second uncle of the man, blowing hair into bones, broken belt into snakes, and black dog blood, did not suppress this dead thing. However, the dead thing is just secretly confusing Shen Bing's mind. Without the attack of the open sword and gun, it means that it has been severely damaged and dare not force it. Shen Bing became like this, but it was actually blamed for me. I forgot to thank the guests in the closed door before, giving the dead thing an opportunity to take advantage of it.

He immediately bit his finger, lit a point on her forehead, recited a few curses to exorcise evil, and wiped some blood on his forehead to seal the spiritual orifice.

Shen Bing's eyes immediately rolled and his clear eyes returned to her eyes. She let out a breath and frowned and asked, "What's wrong with me just now? I seemed to be drunk, and I was confused and I couldn't remember anything."

I ignored her, but took out a bouquet of incense, held it in front of me and chanted the curse of exorcism, and looked at the mural just now. This time, the appearance on the picture was no longer me, but it turned into a fox. But my head was human, with long hair and a flowery face, and a beautiful woman's face. But my face was extremely pale, just like I was seriously ill. I looked at it with a bronze mirror in front of me, and my right claw held a wooden comb, which was the posture of combing my hair.

Behind it, there were a bunch of compost tails. I counted and found that there were as many as eight, which made me stick out my tongue. The spirit fox on Qu Mo's body was only five, and this dead thing was cultivated with eight, which was very powerful among the fox fairies. You must know that if the fox fairy cultivated to the nine-tails, then she could ascend to the immortal.

What does the mirror in its hand mean? Is it reflecting the soul?

"Oh, it's a vixen! Humph, it's much worse than the spirit fox on Qu Mo's body." Shen Bing cursed angrily.

I touched my nose and thought, seeing the appearance of the dead fox, it should be its true body lying dormant in the mural, and that look like it was after being injured. Why didn't you take the opportunity to destroy it? Thinking of this, I decided to use the fire bell spell to try the depth first. I had to chant the spell. I heard Shen Bing scream again, which scared me and quickly turned to look at her.

"Look, it's Ding Wumao Liu over there..." Shen Bing pointed to the previous portraits and shouted in fear.

When I saw that, it was true that Ding Wumao Liu was not only there, but there were a few ghost monkeys on the left, which looked similar to them. I counted and found that there were exactly four in front of them and six in the back, which added up to a total of twelve ghost monkeys. However, among the twelve ghost things, the portrait of Ding Wumao Liu was a bit unique, and the frame was stroked with silver paint, which seemed to be unique, as if its status was higher than that of other ghost monkeys.

This is like a vixen, its portrait is made of golden lacquer strokes, which means that it is the leader of all evil!

This made me a little confused. Looking back at the Ghost King’s image, it was just a silver paint stroke. Even the Ghost King was not as strong as the death of the Fox. This thing is not an ordinary fox fairy and must have a great origin.

Thinking of this, I didn't dare to act rashly. Youdao is that a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if the eight-tailed fox fairy is seriously injured, it is better than a group of evil ghosts. Maybe this dead thing is waiting for me to take action and I am sending it to my door to seek death.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Let's go to Duanlong Village first, and maybe we can find the secret of destroying Zhaohun Well in the village." There is no single word about Zhaohun Well recorded in the Feng Shui secret catalog. I guess this was the ancestors of the Cao family who had to find clues in their nest.

He pulled Shen Bing and ran towards the entrance of the tunnel. Shen Bing shook my hand and said, "Before the black wooden plate is not refined, destroy it first."

I think that's right. After the black wood plate is refined, it is a fearsome evil weapon. But when Shen Bing ran to Ebony, a sudden light of inspiration flashed in his mind and he hurriedly shouted: "Stop, that thing can't be touched..."
Chapter completed!