“Burial…”
The old man’s voice sounded again, and the hunchbacked old man raised the shovel in his hand and made a heavy shooting motion.
The rule of killing is released with this rule.
Wu Ma felt a supernatural force shoot towards his head.
That’s the spirit of the shovel.
He can strike a strange head and make it fall silent.
So that the elderly can be buried.
While!
The sound of metal crashing sounded.
The spirit of this shovel was blocked by a ghost fog that appeared out of thin air.
The ghost fog that was hit collapsed on the spot.
But more ghost fog rises.
He stayed in Wu Ma’s body for so long.
Ghost Mist I have merged with his body, after taking the Trick Pill.
He absorbed a lot of supernatural power, and his power became stronger.
“Burial…”
Like a machine, the hunchbacked old man once again numbly raised the shovel, wanting to give Wu Ma another blow.
But then a terrible sound of footsteps gradually broke through the spirit of the cemetery and fell into his ears.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
That’s the footsteps killing power of ghost leather boots.
Combining the supernatural powers associated with multiple sounds, the footsteps of the ghost leather boots are already very dangerous.
It was enough to silence a lot of weirdness on the spot.
The old man, who was locked by the sound of footsteps, fell into a stiff motion.
His psychic was affected by the footsteps of the ghost leather boots, and at this time he had entered into confrontation, which made his body unable to move for a while.
Tap-Tap!
Continuing to step forward, Wu Ma’s big foot stepped on the shadow of the old man.
Stepping on people’s strange supernatural production.
A stronger spiritual suppression was produced, and the old man’s spiritual suppression had begun to show signs of silence.
Syllable!
Stretching out his palms, the spirit of the tricky hand rises in the palm.
Wu Ma grabbed the shovel in the old man’s hand.
The icy touch came from the tricky hand.
This mud-stained shovel is like a revived weirdness.
He constantly releases the spirit that belongs to Him, refusing to be suppressed by tricky hands.
Pity.
Nothing is useful.
Absorbing the power of the trickster, the terrifying intensity of the trickster soared.
The terrifying supernatural suppression is not at all something that ordinary weirdness can fight against.
Shhhhh
Green smoke rose from the place where the trickster and the shovel touched, and the spirit of this shovel was suppressed by the trickster.
“Take it!”
With a strong arm, Wu Ma directly snatched the shovel from the old man’s hand.
The shovel is out of hand.
The old man’s spirit fell again.
Stepping on the treacherous supernatural invasion.
It directly caused the old man to fall into complete silence.
“He is just a shell.”
Wu Ma opened the time mystery and looked at the illusory time torch in the old man’s body, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The illusory torch of time represents that this old man is not the spiritual source of this cemetery.
He only lodged part of the supernatural body, instinctively burying all the supernatural that invaded this cemetery.
“Where is the source?”
Open your palm, and the words of the town emerge in the palm.
Wu Ma slapped this shell that hosted the supernatural body.
Turn around and walk deeper into the cemetery.
In his hands.
The old shovel releases something supernatural that is echoing a certain being sticking out of the cemetery.
“Is it the source?”
Armed with a shovel, Wu Ma walked in the direction of echoing.
While walking, he was also observing his surroundings.
He found that as he went deeper, the number of graves in the cemetery began to thin.
The volume of each grave bag has become much larger.
There are no tombstones in these graves, but on the heads of these graves, some traces of incense candle offerings have been left.
It seems that every time these graves pass, people are paying homage.
“Who’s paying homage? Is it the old man? ”
Passing by a grave, Wu Ma stopped.
He crouched down, looked at the burnt incense ash and blood-colored wax oil, and raised his hand to touch it.
A gloomy coldness rich in spirits came from these remains.
“There used to be some kind of weird ritual here, which was vented through the spirit in the ritual grave bag.”
Twisting the cold incense ash remaining on his fingers, Wu Ma frowned.
I don’t know why, he felt an inexplicable familiarity in this gloomy and cold breath.
He recalled it, and his eyes lit up.
“Sacrifice to the gods?”
He remembered the smell of incense ash when he had just obtained the original curse skin.
That smell is the same as the incense ash here.
“Use this ritual to deal with the weirdness of burial? Kind of interesting. ”
The ritual of sacrificing to the gods has never been used by Wu Ma since he obtained it.
Because he really couldn’t find a place to use it.
Now that he has come into contact with traces of the use of this ritual here, he has a new understanding of this ritual.
“Sure enough, if you read ten thousand books, it is better to travel thousands of miles and learn.”
Standing up, Wu Ma looked into the distance.
There looms like a special huge grave bag.
It’s like a hill.
The shovel in his hand, the place where it echoes, is there.
“What’s buried there?”
Wu Ma tightened the spade handle in his hand and walked over quickly.
An even thicker gloomy cold rippled in the air, and the strong smell of incense candles and carrion continued to come.
The wistful cry sounded again.
As if mourning some passing being.
An inexplicable emotion gradually rose in his heart with the cry in his ears, and Wu Ma felt that his expression was about to be affected by this cry and change.
“Some kind of weirdness that can trigger emotions, just a change of expression, something terrible will happen.”
The heat flow rotates in the body, and the sophistry that turns into body temperature directly evaporates this emotion that should not be generated.
Wu Ma looked ahead.
Over there.
The huge grave bag has been experienced vividly.
In front of this huge grave stands a huge stone monument.
This stone tablet is full of cracked marks, densely packed with hair, as if it is about to collapse in the next second.
But under the action of unknown forces.
This stone tablet still stands stubbornly, releasing some kind of supernatural spirit.
Suppressing terror in the grave.
In front of the tombstone.
There is a large offering table with an incense burner on it, and on the incense burner are two short and one long three burning sticks of incense.
On both sides of the incense burner, there are two candlesticks, two thick candles burning dim flames.
For the table.
Kneeling a large figure stood.
These figures covered their faces with their hands and wept.
Weeping weeps came from them.
When Wu Ma saw these figures, his pupils contracted slightly, and he found that these figures were all lifelike paper figures.
Through the hands of these paper men covering their faces, you can see that their faces are all painted with distorted smiles.
On the bodies of these paper people, Wu Ma felt a terrifying spiritual power.
This power was absorbed by the incense burner on the table, poured into the burning incense candle, and turned into wisps of smoke with a crying and laughing expression, floating into the huge grave.
“There is no collapsed grave, what is buried here?”
Wu Ma looked at this huge grave bag and was faintly frightened.
The size of the grave bag represents the eerie horror of the burial.
This grave bag the size of a small mountain, just by looking at it, you can know how terrifying the people buried here are.
“Funeral Tomb.”
Looking at the stone tablet full of cracks, Wu Ma looked solemn.
This tombstone is obviously no longer able to hold up.
If no one cares, I am afraid that it will not be long before this tombstone will collapse.
At that time, the strange burial in this giant grave will be revived.
He wants to prevent this from happening.
As for how to stop it.
Wu Ma believes that relevant answers can be found in the book of life and death.
Swish!
The book of life and death manifests itself in the hand.
Wu Ma opened the page where he could ask questions.
The short needle of time in his left eye jumped slightly.
Future Vision has been launched.
[Buried in this giant tomb is a silent god. 】
He is one of the ninety-nine scourges of evil. 】
[The burial trick of the ninety-ninth.] 】
[It is also the source of this cemetery.] 】
In the trembling picture, strings of blood-colored words appeared on the book of life and death
A trace of blood began to flow on these words.
Wu Ma used the future vision to prostitute information, as if he had violated some kind of taboo.
The book of life and death also produced a slight tremor.
“Hmph!” (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）
Feeling the gloomy coldness released in the book of life and death, Wu Ma snorted.
His face turned slightly pale.
The book of life and death that melts into the skin produces a slight regurgitation.
However, this reaction is within his tolerance.
He did not stop prying into the future.
[Now that the burial is imminent, if you want to silence Him, you can strengthen the suppression of Him through rituals. 】
[You need to use the Book of Life and Death to arrange the ritual base, use the Emperor Bell to strengthen the ritual power, then perform the ritual of sacrificing to the gods with the seal of sacrifice, and finally use the mask of the ancestor to rely on the gods.] 】
[Before performing the ceremony, you need to control the tricks of the paper people outside.] 】
[The paper man can share the spirit of burying the trick, making his silence more complete. 】
[When performing rituals to sacrifice to gods, you can increase the power of the ceremony by burning paper money.] 】
[Paper money is both tricky money. 】
[The more money, the better.] 】
The blood on the words had begun to gush out, transforming into terrifying blood-colored arms.
I want to scratch Wu Ma.
But at the same time as these arms appeared, chains appeared out of thin air, dragging these blood-colored arms back abruptly.
It’s clear.
These chains are the power of the Book of Life and Death, and these blood-colored arms are the hidden spirits of the weird leather book.
Being madly prostituted by Wu Ma, the spirit of the leather book has obviously been restless to the limit.
I want to eat back Wuma.
Pity.
The supernatural spirit of the leather book is just a younger brother in the book of life and death.
Under the repression of the book of life and death.
His restless spirit could only hold back in resignation.
At the same time, He no longer reveals new information.
Obviously, giving this information has pushed the supernatural nature of the book to the limit.
He has been squeezed dry and can no longer give anything useful.
“Dominating the paper man,?”
Blinking his slightly dry left eye, Wu Ma nodded in satisfaction.
The time of intensification is truly extraordinary.
After spiking into so much of the future, it turned out to be only a little dry.
Looking up at the paper people kneeling in the grave, Wu Ma gently exhaled a breath of white mist.
The white mist spreads and quickly blends into the air.
Floated to these paper people who were still crying.
Wisps of ghost fog gradually invaded their bodies along the gaps in the paper figures.
The connection is generated.
The ghost fog soaked the bodies of these paper people and interfered with their spirits.
With these supernatural invasions, the paper people stopped crying, and the smiling faces painted on their faces gradually turned into expressionless indifference.
At the same time that the paper man changes.
These incense smoke wafting towards the tomb gradually returned to its normal appearance.
With the change of incense.
The towering stone monument suddenly emitted a tremor.
Click!
More cracks appeared.
Without the cry of the paper man, the supernatural balance here is broken.
The stone monument that suppresses the burial mystery will not be able to hold up.
But at this moment, a crisp bell suddenly rang.
Bell bell bell!
Wu Ma, who was holding the Emperor Bell, walked quickly towards the direction of the offering table.
He unfolded his other free hand.
A spell skin with an intricate pattern appeared in his hand.
This is the original mantra.
A ceremonial pedestal separated by him from the book of life and death.
A wave of the hand.
Threw the curse at the front of the offering table.
Wu Ma stepped forward and stood up.
The power of the cold began to emanate in the primordial spell skin with his foothold.
Under the action of this force.
The incense of the candles offered on the table gradually transformed into the shape of chains.
These chains seemed to be nothing, but they emitted a burst of impact injuries like 303 gold and iron in mid-air.
These chains of incense circled along the original route and penetrated into the giant tomb.
Hiss!
The infusion of incense chains gave Wu a wonderful sense of connection.
He felt that he seemed to have developed an inexplicable connection with the strange burial in the giant grave.
This connection let him know that the eerieness under this giant grave has not been fully revived, but is in a state of slight restlessness.
“Bury the trick?”
Feeling this strange breath, Wu Ma’s spirit was shocked.
He could feel the extraordinary intensity of the horror of this burial mystery.
He is a complete and terrible god.
“Can I be successfully detained with such a fellow?”
Licking his lips, Wu Ma was a little nervous.
Complete ninety-nine scoopses.
It was the first time he had faced it head-on.
The fear he encountered last time was not as terrifying as this burial trick.
Because the fear he faced at that time was only a doppelganger of this treacherous god.
And this burial trick is the essence.
“Try it!”
Taking a deep breath, Wu Ma’s expression became firm.
Bell bell bell!
The Tricky Emperor Bell kept shaking.
A bell melted into the incense and infused it into the burial mystery.
A trace of ghost fog completed the invasion of the paper people, and the expressions on the faces of these paper people kneeling on the ground turned into distorted weeping under the control of Wu Ma.
They raised their hands high, slowly bent their waists and touched the ground with their heads.
A little bit of yellow flame burned from above the tips of their raised fingers, emitting incense like chains, and rushed into the giant tomb.
Under the influence of these paper man incense.
The restless burial mystery in the giant grave gradually began to fall silent.
Feel the change.
Wu Ma’s eyes lit up, and he took out the ancestral mask and put it on his face.
The cold mask clings to the skin.
One by one, the same breath covered his face with the mask, and began to constantly touch Wu Ma.
That was the mysterious god that the ancestral mask was able to communicate with at this time.
“Sacrifice!”
Wu Ma did not pay attention to the response of these tricky gods, but raised his empty hand and squeezed out the sacrificial word seal.
Hiss!
With the formation of this sophismatic seal.
The incense candles on the table burn quickly.
A thick column of cigarette smoke burst out.
The column of smoke was like a dragon, divided into two strands.
A stream was poured into the tomb.
The other strand shrouded Wuma.
In the column of smoke.
The ancestral mask on Wu Ma’s face gradually began to change.
The ancient mask gradually became angular.
The color became dull and black, and inexplicable lines attached to it.
At the same time as the mask changed, Wu Ma’s body also began to change.
His flesh was gray-white like earth, and lines appeared on it, connecting with the lines on his mask.
The decaying and low spiritual power rippled through his body.
An urge to bury everything arose in his heart.
At this moment.
Wu Ma seemed to have incarnated into a mysterious god.
The treacherous god who buried everything!.
, 09/03/2023 15:15
