Talking about archeology, your Kowloon coffin tattoo was exposed

When everyone heard this, they were dumbfounded, staring at each other wide-eyed, not understanding what Huo Jilin meant.

"Huo Ye, don't scare me, isn't this the tomb of the king?"

Shirley Young, who was on the side, took out the map from her backpack and looked at it carefully.

"Yes, let's cross the river and enter the tomb, which should be at the location of the tomb of the king now, yes."

"Or are we already there?"

Huo Jilin shook his head, and then spoke softly, although the voice was not loud, but a sense of crisis arose spontaneously from everyone's hearts.

"Do you remember how many miles we went down to the grave and deep underground?"

Hu Bayi held his chin and frowned: "Brother Huo, when you say that, there is indeed something wrong.

"Let's go inside the tomb from the outside, although we have encountered a bunch of demons and monsters, and we have been running around for a while, but if you think about it carefully, they are basically moving horizontally and horizontally."

"There are very few ways to actually go underground, and it's probably only a few meters deep."

"At this moment, we are in an underground tomb, and this bronze statue can be so big, let alone fifteen meters?"

The black dragon also looked up at the huge bronze statue, his face solemn.

He felt more and more that he did not dare to look directly at the bronze statue.

There was an inexplicable panic in my heart.

Huo Jilin agreed, and said: "That's right, we are only a few meters deep, how can we install this bronze statue of a Taoist priest more than ten meters deep?" Glancing

up, Huo Jilin continued: "Besides, this is also deep above. At

this time, suddenly an old and ethereal voice, from somewhere, sounded and reached everyone's ears...

This voice is drooping and old, and it seems extremely vicissitudes, with an illusion of time and space that has spanned more than a thousand years.

"Conversion of the Heart. Located in the northern mansion, the post is in the secluded capital. Judge life and death, reward the good and punish the evil without leakage, the power is meritorious and deceitful, and the punishment of the good is unbiased.

Hua Han heard the voice of a stranger around, and instantly pulled out a bright silver long knife, looking for danger around, but finally found that no one came out.

"I'll go, Huo Ye, it's the bronze statue talking!?"

Hu Ba's face was solemn, staring at the bronze statue tightly, and said, "The voice is indeed coming from the bronze statue.

"Brother Huo, what is the bronze statue talking about?"

"It's a treasure." Huo Jilin said indifferently.

"Baohe?" The second monk was confused, and he didn't understand what Huo Jilin was talking about.

"What is a treasure?"

Huo Jilin explained: "In Taoism, Baohe refers to the meaning of the sacred will conveyed by the immortals, and the pun writing that praises the immortals is one of the specific genres of Taoism.

"I've studied some techniques before, and I've also visited some famous mountain masters, so I know a little bit."

"The treasure that the bronze statue sang just now is the treasure of Xudu, which is used to chant the Emperor of Xudu."

When Wang Kaixuan heard this, he was shaken all over his body.

"Xudu? No way! Isn't that a ghost town! "

As we all know, it is rumored that the ghost town is a ghost town, and many soul ghosts who have not been reincarnated regard it as their home, and at three o'clock in the morning, when the yin qi is at its peak, some powerful ghosts can even break through the shackles of the capital and come to the world to be powerful.

"Why did we come to this place for no reason, could it be... We've become ghosts?

Thinking of the battles just now that were extremely dangerous and several people were almost killed, Wang Kaixuan seemed to understand something.

"Could it be that this is the eighteenth layer of reincarnation hell? Fatty, I have done too many bad things in my life, and I am punished for the most painful place of infinite reincarnation!

Speaking of this, Wang Kaixuan hugged his head and wailed, almost crying.

"Woo woo woo, fat man, I haven't lived enough! Emperor Xudu, you just let me reincarnate, I will be a good man in the next life!

"Okay fat man, don't cry and shout, it's not certain whether we die or not."

Hua Han covered his aching leg, refusing to believe that he was dead.

Hu Bayi frowned, and didn't seem to agree with this statement.

"But if you're already in hell reincarnation in the ghost world, how can you have such an independent thought?"

"Hu Bayi, do you have matches or... Cigarettes?

Huo Jilin looked at the bronze statue and asked Hu Bayi on the side.

Hu Bayi dug into his pocket and took out a box of camel brand cigarettes and a box of matches.

"Brother Huo, this mystery is right in front of you, do you have the heart to smoke?"

Boom....

Huo Jilin held a cigarette holder in his mouth, wiped a match in his hand, and lit a cigarette.

A thick white smoke spit out of Huo Jilin's mouth, and the cigarette in his hand and the smoke from the cigarette butt floated straight up.

"Huo Ye, tragic, too tragic!" Wang Kaixuan gave a thumbs up with tears in his eyes.

"Knowing that my brothers are dead, let's accept it calmly, and smoke a cigarette by the way, man! Guys!

Huo Jilin ignored Wang Kaixuan at all.

His grandfather used to be a Taoist priest, but he was not a well-known orthodox family, and it should be regarded as a branch of Taoism.

But he can be regarded as a cultivator, so Huo Jilin understands so many Taoist methods.

Grandpa once said that if you are in a Jedi and you don't have any magic weapons at hand, there are only three things that can save you.

One is the child's urine, the second is cheap cigarettes, and the third is playing with blood.

This cheap cigarette is strong, and the taste is strong enough, and it can choke people and ghosts.

But in fact, this has another effect - it can make people see clearly the situation around them, whether it is the human world or the ghost world.

"Take a cheap cigarette and puff out a wayfinding smoke."

"The white smoke is in the yang world, and the green smoke is in the underworld."

Muttering to himself, Huo Jilin flicked the cigarette ash and took another sip.

He looked at the stream of green smoke, like a long stick, floating straight up half a meter, and then disappeared into thin air.

"If the green smoke does not move, the evil spirit is still far away."

"Green smoke is always drifting, sneaky in front of you."

Huo Ji snorted and blew this stream of green smoke, to everyone's surprise, he blew into this smoke in his mouth, and this smoke actually did not move at all, not affected at all, and floated straight up.

"The smoke is moving, and it is not dangerous here."

"If a person blows smoke and does not move, he will enter the ghost gate."

Hu Bayi clenched his fists, his hands were covered with cold sweat, and he stared nervously at the cigarette in Brother Huo's hand.

"Comrades ... This time, we've really seen the hell.

Black Dragon and Ah Li were also very nervous, and Ah Li even opened his mouth to ask: "Huo Ye, that is to say, we are dead now, and we are not in the tomb of the king at this moment, but as ghosts, in the underworld?"

Huo Jilin threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, and said coldly: "No." "

We are living people, and we have been dragged to the underworld."