I Have Drawn a Bet with the Gods to Set Up a Corpse-hunting Inn!
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At this time, everyone couldn’t help but look at it, their eyes were full of surprise, and some people even talked about it.
“Look, could this be the manifestation of the clan?”
“No way, isn’t this kind of magic made up by those ignorant people in ancient times? How can this be a manifestation of grace? This is unscientific!”
“Then why do you think there’s a sudden mist?”
“I don’t know, let’s see what happened? You said, is it because they were not cremated, so these deceased people are angry? This is a warning to us?”
“I’ll go, don’t be so scary, okay?”
“Then tell me what’s going on!”
“”
Huo Xiu’er was standing next to Chen Wenjin at this time, and she couldn’t help frowning when she saw the mist that suddenly rose in the sky.
“Aunt Wenjin, this?”
Chen Wenjin also looked puzzled at this time, shook her head and said.
“I don’t know, I haven’t heard that this happened when the tribe was buried before?”
“Could it really be a coincidence?”
As soon as the voice fell, there was a loud noise from the surrounding people again.
“Hey, hey, look, there seems to be a figure in that mist!”
“It seems to be true! Is it true that the clansmen have manifested spirits?”
“Don’t make trouble, I see why the figure is so frightening?”
“Huh? Is that water? Or what?”
“No, shouldn’t this be a mirage!”
“Mirage? Damn, it’s too coincidental, right? Just in time for our burial, this mirage is here?”
“”
At this time, the mist became lighter and lighter, but the figures in the mist gradually became clearer, but it was probably because of the recognition at night, “If!” , The party “‘! Do not:!” Because of the disturbance, the light is not very enough, so this picture always looks a little dark.
I could vaguely see three black shadows appearing in the mist above the coffin. The shadow in the middle looked smaller, but it felt more majestic. He was wearing a long robe, which made it difficult to see his appearance.
And the two shadows next to the shadow of the black robe became incomparably huge, like two giants standing behind him, looking down at all beings below.
The figures of these two shadows are also very strange. The clothes they wear do not seem to belong to this era, but they are like courtiers of the ancient dynasty. The hats they wear are even more outrageous. The pointed round hats are very eye-catching.
On the opposite side of the three phantoms, there are ten corpses standing. Compared with the previous two huge figures, these ten corpses are much smaller in size.
To say that the black and white phantoms can barely be seen, then the images of these ten corpses are like mosaics.
Very vague.
But judging from the number, it seems that these ten corpses are the corpses that were sent back from their nine sects, and one of them was sent to the church in Tanzhou City.
If these corpses are added together, there are exactly ten, corresponding to the ten shadows in the mirage.
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn’t help but be surprised.
“Yeah! Could this picture be something that our clan encountered before their lives?”
“No, it feels like those three phantoms are very powerful!”
“Are these ten shadows really from our Nine Sects?”
“Is it a picture of them in hell?”
“What does this mirage mean? Do you know how to explain it?”
“That’s right! Who knows what’s going on? Is it something the clansmen want to tell us?”
“Listening to the discussion next to her, Chen Wenjin couldn’t help wrinkling, feeling as if she had seen this scene before, so she whispered softly.
“Hey?”
“very strange!”
Huo Xiu’er looked at Chen Wenjin suspiciously, “Aunt Wenjin? What’s wrong with you?”
Chen Wenjin shook her head, continued to stare at the mirage in the mist, and then took a deep breath.
“hiss”
“Where have I seen such a picture?”
“But I can’t remember it for a while!”
“Am I remembering wrong?”
Huo Xiu’er also looked at the picture after hearing it, and couldn’t help shaking her head.
“Why do I feel strange?”
“I’m also from Jiumen, I feel like I’ve never seen this scene before?”
At this time, the other half, Chen Sipi, who was taciturn, also nodded.
“Well, I haven’t seen it either.”
“My time in Jiumen is longer than all of you.”
“If this is really what happened in our Nine Sects, I should have an impression.”
Chen Wenjin glanced at Chen Si 1.2 skin, and after thinking about it, it seemed like the same thing, then shook his head and said.
“Is it the Mandela effect?”
“No way!”
“I obviously feel very familiar!”
After a long while, Chen Wenjin pouted, thinking that maybe she was too tired during this time, that’s why she felt this way.
What Chen Wenjin didn’t know was that she had indeed seen the pictures in the mirage, and besides her, no one in the Nine Sects had ever seen it.
This picture happens to be the picture of Han Tang salvaging the Ten Corpses in the Sanjiashan River Basin.
These black and white phantoms were the black and white impermanence that Han Tang summoned at that time.
The reason why Chen Wenjin didn’t remember it was mainly because the picture was too blurry, and the picture was not quite the same as it was at that time. It was a little too abstract. The two cannot be linked together.
Moreover, when we were in the Yangtze River, black and white impermanence was originally a phantom, blurred, and appeared from time to time. At that time, let alone Chen Wenjin, all the onlookers could not see what black and white impermanence looked like.
And now the black and white impermanence in the mirage is very different from the illusion at that time. It would be strange if Chen Wenjin could recognize it.
Moreover, it is so blurry that everyone can only see it roughly, but there is no way to see it clearly.
Perhaps it was the reason for the lack of light at night, or perhaps the evil spirit contained in Shi Zhasha was running out.
At this time, everyone’s eyes were focused on the mirage, and no one noticed that the night was dark, the dark clouds were dense, and the weather was sultry, which was the precursor to the coming rainstorm.
Chen Wenjin looked at several phantoms in the picture and whispered, “This picture seems to be really familiar.”
“And this picture shouldn’t happen in the Nine Gates…”
Chapter 132 Please help me! As soon as Chen Wenjin finished speaking, Chen Sipi looked at her deeply, and then the old hand was placed on Chen Wenjin’s forehead, rubbing doubts.
“You don’t have a fever, do you?”
“Could it be that I’m too tired this time?”
“Go back today and have a good rest.”
Chen Wenjin: “”
Seeing that Chen Sipi didn’t believe it, Huo Xiuer’s eyes were full of suspicion, so Chen Wenjin didn’t continue talking.
But she believed that she must have seen it somewhere.
Just can’t remember.
At this time, everyone looked at the two huge phantoms in the picture, raised their arms, and there seemed to be a long whip-like shadow in their hands, as if they were going to beat the ten corpses in front of them.
At the same time, the black cloud in the sky turned back and forth like a broken cotton wool, and the electric light shuttled between the clouds, like a very fast dragon.
At this time, I saw the phantom whipping the whip violently!At the same time, above the sky, a dazzling white light illuminated the sky and the earth, and the electric light directly penetrated the mirage in front of everyone like a snow-white sword.
The thunder roared for a while, causing everyone to close their eyes.
“boom!”
“Crack!”
The loud noise made everyone feel dizzy, and the thunder coincided with the sound of whips in the mirage, like the sound of whips, hitting all of their souls.
Everyone only saw the whip beat on the bodies of the ten corpses, and then the mirage was directly penetrated by the lightning, and the mirage disappeared instantly.
But it was after this loud noise that some people came to their senses and began to look at the coffin in the tomb in doubt.
Because the sound seemed to be more than just thunder in the sky, as if there was some movement over the coffin.
Immediately afterwards, someone shouted.
“Not good! The coffin is broken! The coffin is broken!”
Hearing this scream, everyone looked over for a while, and saw the Huo family’s good coffin, which suddenly burst open.
When Huo Xiuer saw that there was a problem with her family’s grave, she hurried over, and when she got closer, her scalp felt numb.
I saw that the coffin in the coffin had been blown apart, and the corpse inside was being pressed by the coffin below.
Before Huo Xiuer could react, she heard people from Jiumen shout directly.
“It’s the phantom just now, he broke the Huo family’s coffin!”
“It must be that phantom, this is the anger of the gods, it must be the gods who don’t want him to be buried here!”
“This person must have angered the gods, and the gods are punishing him!”
18 “Ah? These three phantoms are immortals? Didn’t our tribe be whipped by immortals just now?”
“No, is this mirage trying to tell us that we can’t bury these people?”
At this moment, Aunt Huo came over, her aged body was shaking with anger, her gray hair was curled behind her head, and she yelled at everyone with a cane.
“Shut up!”
I Have Drawn a Bet with the Gods to Set Up a Corpse-hunting Inn! chapter 158
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I Have Drawn a Bet with the Gods to Set Up a Corpse-hunting Inn!
我与神明画押,成立赶尸客栈!
Status: Ongoing Type: Faloo
Since ancient times, there has been a legend among the people that in a mountain somewhere in the world, there is a mysterious inn.There are a few special people living in the inn. They have their feet on yin and yang, and are proficient in chasing corpses, digging corpses, tying paper, feng shui, and even changing their lives against the sky, returning the dead to yang... omnipotent!And it is said that the shopkeeper of this inn is an expert who is not born. He can change the general trend of the world with just a few gestures. He is behind the scenes in both the yin and yang worlds!However, in the vast world, no one has ever seen this mysterious inn and its shopkeeper. There are only legends about it.Some people call the inn a corpse-hunting inn, while others call the shopkeeper Mr. Yin Yang.Until this day, three young people passed through Huaxiahe Province and strayed into the strange Fengmen Village, only to see suddenly a thick fog shrouded, an ancient inn faintly appeared, and a long-standing voice came out:"You are willing to draw a bet with the gods and join the Yin Yang Inn..."