C6 Who are they?

When I woke up in a daze.

At this moment, he saw a dilapidated old building that looked like a temple.

In front of him, a few figures were walking around the bonfire.

From the outside, it was probably night. A crisp female voice beside me said, "You're awake?"

When I completely regained my senses, I felt that the back of my neck was still aching.

The one who spoke was the beautiful doctor from before, Xiao Xue.

However, she was no longer wearing the hospital's long white gown, but was instead wearing a casual sportswear.

"Where am I?" Bewildered, I looked at her and asked.

"You're at Qishan!"

Snowy was about to say something, but an elderly voice interrupted her.

I turned my head and saw a wizened figure sitting by the fire.

The old man, with his thinning hair, thin body, and limp limbs. However, his face was radiant, and his eagle-like eyes were especially crafty.

"Master …" Snowy respectfully nodded at the old man.

So this old man was the master that Snowy and that man spoke of.

I was about to ask myself why I was here, and what had happened to my arm.

The old man took the lead and said, "Young man, I know you have a lot of questions, but since 'they' have chosen you, why don't they? I might as well give you some answers. "

I tried to sit up, but I suddenly felt a burning pain in my arm. I looked down and saw a white bandage tied around my arm.

Judging from the way the bandage was tied up, it had obviously been carefully tended.

"Did you bandage me? Ah … "So painful …" The pain in my arm became more pronounced. That was my first question.

The old man looked at me and said, "You were scratched by a corpse. I applied the Ascending Grass to you. If it hurts, then it's fine. I'm just afraid you won't feel any pain. "

I stopped trying to move my arms, let out a breath, and looked around. I saw the people around the campfire, including the man who had saved me. There was also a middle-aged man in a suit and three muscular men with bare arms.

"You all … Who the hell are you? Also, why would people revive after death? Old mister, what was the Yin Corpse that you were talking about? "

I asked all my doubts in one breath.

The old man took a card from his pocket and tossed it to me. I picked it up and saw that it was a name card. On it was written: "Cheng De Kui Taoist Temple, Zhang Jiu Shan Taoist."

Although I don't know who this Taoist Zhang Jiu Shan from the Cheng De Kui Monastery is, I still said respectfully, "I've heard a lot about him!"

"Stop bullshitting, I'm just a nobody. Why did you have to respect me for so long?" The old man looked at me coldly.

Even though he said that, I know that this old Taoist in front of me is definitely not simple.

Sure enough, what he said next startled me.

"On the surface, we are a traditional Taoist temple, but in reality, we are descendants of the Yinyang Sect."

Speaking of the Yin Yang Sect, I seem to be listening to something.

Suddenly, I remembered that in the few "ghost stories" Dad told me when I was young, a terrifying sect appeared — — Yinyang Sect.

"Was that your father in the morgue?" the old Taoist suddenly asked me.

"En!" I nodded.

"Your father was actually poisoned by the corpse poison and has undergone a Corpse Transformation."

"Corpse poison? Corpse Transformation? " As a medical researcher, I am extremely enigmatic towards this saying. But the scene in the morgue, I had to believe.

"Don't not believe that there are too many things in history that even modern, highly developed science can't explain. The resurrection of the dead is an unparalleled marvel, but to our YinYang Sect, this is nothing at all. " The old Taoist looked at me with a slight sneer.

"I understand!" I nodded. Obviously, I had been persuaded by the old Taoist. However, I immediately asked, "Then how did my father get the corpse poison? "Also, what happened to the Yin Corpse?"

The old Taoist answered my last question first: "The Yin Corpses are also known as the Nurturing Corpses. They are divided into the Dry Corpses and the Wet Corpses. "Contain Miasma and if you do not handle it properly, it will transform when the sun rises."

After saying that, he was stunned. He looked at me and said, "The reason why your father was poisoned by the corpse poison is because he advanced into an ancient tomb and touched something that shouldn't have been touched."

"Ancient tomb? How is this possible? For the death of my mother, my father's heart was exhausted and his will was scattered. How could he still have the leisure to enter the ancient tomb? " I asked, incredulous.

"Hehehehe …" The old Taoist couldn't help but laugh when he saw my blank expression.

Then, his face suddenly turned serious and said, "What if there is a way to save your mother in that ancient tomb?"

When the old Taoist said this, I immediately opened my eyes wide.

I understood that my father, who loved my mother and whose death was the greatest blow to him in the world. The only thing that can support Dad is to keep him alive.

Thinking of this, the matter of his father entering the ancient tomb could also be explained.

"No, no, no …" I shook my head. There was one other thing that was wrong.

"There is only one mountain road away from Hu Jia Village. If he wants to go to the ancient tomb, he will have to cross that mountain road. According to the speed calculation, we will go find Dad the next morning. It's impossible for him to walk so fast, as if he's flying. "

"You think that ancient tomb is somewhere else?" The old Taoist looked at me with slight interest and smiled.

I nodded.

"Little brother, to be honest. "This ancient tomb …"

"It's right under our feet!" The old Taoist pointed to the ground.

My pupils suddenly shrank!

He lowered his head to look, but what he saw was the dirty floor of the ruined temple.

However, at his suggestion, my eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. Looking down from the ground, I saw a magnificent thousand year underground palace through layers of soil.

The older generation in the village had once talked about the ghosts that had plagued Qi Shan a thousand years ago. Later on, the emperor sent courageous and battle-ready soldiers, and it took them ten years to subdue the demon.

If what the old Daoist said was true, then the words of the village's old generation that was used as a smokescreen by the demons back then were probably a pretense. The Emperor had sent troops to repair the tomb, this was true.

However, our Hu Family Village has never known about this. If we knew that there was an ancient tomb in the back mountain, it would have long been spread out.

"Right, Taoist-sir, our Hu Family Village has been living here for generations. Even we did not know that there was an ancient tomb behind the mountain. How did you know?"

I am very curious about this.

Saying this, the old Daoist let out a long sigh and repeatedly said, "Our ancestors combined astronomical astrology, the Earth Sea Heavenly Palace, and other bizarre events to study the path of divination of ghosts and gods, making outstanding contributions to many emperors. "After liberation, it was even acknowledged by the old head …"

As the old Daoist said this, his eyes actually flickered with a bit of light.

Why do I sound more and more like an old man booing the glorious past.

However, he changed the topic, "During the Cultural Revolution, we were the first targets of persecution, causing the entire sect to fall into disarray. It was not until the end of the Cultural Revolution that we were once again noticed by the Central Committee. Not long after that, with the tragic death of my two disciples, our Yinyang Sect was unable to accept this loss.

With that, the old Daoist looked at Snowy and her senior brother who were sitting beside the bonfire without saying a word.

The two juniors he mentioned were most likely referring to them.

The old Taoist talked a lot, but didn't seem to answer my question.

How did he know about this ancient tomb?

Could the Yin Yang Sect really be this magical? It was a famous mountain. Just by looking at it, one would be able to tell if there was an ancient tomb inside.

I don't believe that.

Sure enough, before I could question them further, the old Taoist suddenly looked at me and said, "Do you know that one of my two disciples was blind and the other one was deaf?"

Blind and deaf!

Hearing the old Taoist suddenly say these two names, I was thunderstruck. Sixteen years ago, our savior!

Although there is no evidence to prove that our village sixteen years ago, the "death curse" was broken by the blind and deaf.

However, all of us believe that their deaths are in exchange for our lives today. All of us in Hu Village regard them as our saviors.

Thinking about this, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind. I quickly asked, "Dao leader, do you mean that the Death Curse that happened 16 years ago in our village was caused by this ancient tomb?"

The old Daoist nodded and said, "Of course. Otherwise, how could there be a sudden disaster in your Hu Village? The ancient tomb must have been destroyed by someone, causing a drastic change in the situation."

After he finished speaking, he sighed with melancholy, "After that disaster, I had a thorough understanding of the situation. Although my two disciples are pretty good in cultivation, they can't match the strength of that disaster either. However, they did not fail to live up to their superiors' expectations and forcefully saved the chaos. In the end, they paid with their lives … "

Hearing this, the old Taoist actually flashed a sigh.

"Master, who exactly destroyed this ancient tomb? He caused two of his senior brothers to die tragically, and was no different from a murderer! " The one who spoke was the disciple of the old Daoist, the man who saved me before.

His eyes were filled with rage, as if he felt that the blind and deaf he had just died were not worth it.

"We'll take a look after we enter!" The old Taoist said.

"What?" You want to enter the ancient tomb? " I asked in surprise.

The old Taoist suddenly smiled at me.

"Of course!"

He pointed at me and continued, "Not only our people want to go in, you also want to go in with us."

"Why?" My eyes widened.

I wouldn't go to that dark, damp tomb. Legend has it, there are bloodthirsty insects, creepy zombies, and traps that make you burn your bones and scatter your ashes.

The hatred and poison that hadn't melted for thousands of years were all hidden inside, threatening his life at all times. If it was anyone else, they wouldn't have thought to enter the ancient tomb.

The old Daoist patted my shoulder and asked, "Young man, don't you want to know the secret that has been kept from you for so many years?"

I shook my head.

"The corpse poison back then, and your father's miserable death. You don't want to know either? "

I shook my head. "I want to know, but I'll find out in other ways. I won't go to the grave."

The old Taoist saw that he could not persuade her, and immediately smiled: "Alright then! I'm the only one who can cure the corpse poison on your arm. If you don't want to be a walking corpse the day after tomorrow, you'll have to come down with me. "

Hearing those words, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck my heart.

I looked down at my arm. It was scabbed. It should be almost done.

However, when I looked at the old Taoist's slightly teasing smile, I looked at Snowy, only to see her nod towards me.

That's how I know it. So it turned out that I was still in danger. The matter of getting me to go down the grave seemed to have already been predestined from the moment the old Taoist spoke to me.

"No wonder you would tell me so many secrets. So it turns out that you had my life in your hands from the beginning."

"Brat, if you want to blame something, blame your own carelessness in getting scratched by the Yin Corpse. The only one who can save you now is our Yin Yang Sect. Sixteen years ago, in exchange for saving your life, two of my disciples died. Today, I have used the Ealing Grass to save half of your life.

I don't understand what kind of poison the corpse poison on the corpse is, but in ancient times and in foreign times, corpse poison is often the most mysterious, and also the most dangerous kind of poison.

The Yin Yang Sect seems to have a special understanding towards the Yin Corpses. Just now when they were dealing with my "Dad," they used that black donkey hoof, which seemed to have a very good effect.

At this point, I could only trust him.

However, I was still worried and asked, "What kind of tomb is that? Is there any danger? "

When the old Taoist saw my doubt, he became angry and scolded, "You junior, what kind of person are you to follow me into my tomb? How could there be danger?"

After hearing what he had to say, I sighed. I will follow you into the tomb. "

"But why must I go into the tomb with you? "I am just an ordinary person, don't tell me …"

Before I could finish my words, I was suddenly covered by a wet cloth behind me.

The sudden change made me sniff. As it turned out, the smell of choking went straight to my brain.

In a second, I realized -- ether

In the past, there were people who used to use this trick to confuse others, but today, there was someone who used this trick on me.

Since I often come into contact with this kind of item in Germany, I understand its characteristics very well.

While my nose was covered, I opened my mouth slightly and spat all the saliva onto the wet cloth, pressing my tongue against the roof of my mouth and holding my breath.

After two seconds, I fell back into a man's arms, pretending to be a man in a trance.

Closing my eyes, I pretended that I had fainted. With the support of the person behind me, I lay on the ground.

What do they want me to do?

The old Taoist, Little Snow and her senior brother are all in front of me.

Only the middle-aged man in the suit and the three burly men were behind me.

It could have been one of the four who did it to me.

As I pretended to faint, I quietly observed the situation. They must have said something I couldn't hear.

Sure enough, the old Daoist then asked in a serious tone, "Brother Leng, why are you befuddling him?"

A strong voice sounded from behind me, "Ninth Master, since this kid has already agreed to go down to the grave, we naturally have to continue discussing our future plans."

This person that the old Daoist called "Brother Leng" had a very strong aura. It was impossible that it was those three muscular men. It was only possible that it was that middle-aged man in a suit.

"The corpse in the morgue is already wasted and wants to retrieve that item from the grave. Without 'it', even if it was me, it would still be extremely dangerous."

"Didn't you say that with the 'key', it would be the best solution?"

"I'm also not sure if this' key 'will work! "If …"

At this point, the old Daoist stopped talking.

The surroundings suddenly quietened down. I could only hear the crackling of the bonfire and the sound of heavy footsteps.

The old Taoist must have been interrupted by that footstep.

The footsteps were getting louder and louder, and soon they were right in front of me.

"Ah Da? "Why?" The middle-aged man asked the owner of the footsteps. It should be one of the three muscular men.

The sound of footsteps could be heard as the owner spoke in a Beijing accent, "Boss, his breathing isn't right!"

After hearing this, I cursed myself.

Indeed, he only felt a "pa" sound.

Another blow to my neck knocked me out.