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Chapter 19
It is very difficult for Shen Sui alone to rescue Lin Huaizhu. Fortunately, this world is also used to the saying 'money can make ghosts turn the millstone'.
Shen Sui spent a lot of money to hire three monks from the Thousand Secrets Pavilion.
With Li Gui's current strength, two alchemy cultivators were more than enough to deal with him, and Shen Sui hired one more to protect himself.
In fact, he shouldn't go this trip, after all, it would be a hindrance for him to go with his strength, but Shen Sui was afraid that something unexpected would happen on the way.
Besides, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Shen Sui didn't believe that he would bring someone to the mass grave to rescue Lin Huaizhu, but Lin Huaizhu would not be touched at all.
Shen Sui made an appointment with the three alchemy cultivators to meet at the entrance of a teahouse on Qianmen Street at a quarter of noon.
Just in case, he bought himself a lot of life-saving belongings, and also bought talismans to exorcise evil spirits.
After getting ready, Shen Sui rushed to the teahouse at the appointed time.
The three monks had already been waiting here, and one of the young men in black clothes stepped forward, looking at the noble young master who had just passed his waist, his brows were slightly frowned with heroic spirit.
The young man in Xuanyi said: "You can ask for a cup of tea in this teahouse and wait, we will be back within an hour at most."
Shen Sui shook his head, "I'll go with you."
The young man in Xuanyi wanted to say something, but Shen Sui spoke before him, "I won't make trouble."
Seeing his insistence, Xiao Zishu didn't say any more, turned to the two people behind and said, "Let's go, don't miss the hour."
Three quarters in the afternoon is when the ghost energy is at its weakest. They don't know what the captive ghost is capable of, so it's better to be careful.
Xiao Zishu summoned his natal sword, the light of the sword was like a rainbow, like the moonlight spreading over the earth, and the sound was like a dragon swimming in water, clanging and clanging.
Before Shen Sui had time to marvel, Xiao Zishu picked him up by the waist, tapped his toes, turned over and jumped onto the sword.
In the next moment, Shen Sui's eyes were blurred.
The long sword soared into the sky, protected by strong energy, Shen Sui didn't feel any discomfort, but his adrenal glands surged.
Seeing that Shen Sui was standing very firmly on the sword, Xiao Zishu let him go and asked, "Master Shen, do you know where Li Gui's tomb is at the mass grave?"
Shen Sui took out a thin humanoid paper from his skirt, "It will tell us."
Xiao Zishu raised his eyes and took a look, and recognized that it was a pan of blood yellow paper, and that little paper figurine was a paper-cut painting ghost technique that only ghost repairers could understand.
But he didn't ask too much, nodded to show that he knew, and then kept silent.
Xiao Zishu knew the identity of Shen Sui, the son of Shen Yuanshan, the lord of Yuelin City.
What they are going to save today is the legendary illegitimate child.
Thousand Secrets Pavilion has always only used money to do things. Regarding why the illegitimate son was kidnapped, the Shen family's legitimate son would rather spend money to hire outsiders than the Shen family. They didn't ask at all, and they were not interested in knowing.
This is what Shen Sui liked, so he chose the Thousand Secrets Pavilion.
Although it cost them a lot of money to invite them, it was worth the money.
Shen Sui stuffed the paper doudou back into his skirt.
Paper Doudou is the name of the little paper figurine, and Shen Sui gave it the name.
Last night, Shen Sui sent Paper Doudou to the mass grave to inquire about it. After all, it was a paper ghost cut out by Lin Huaizhu, so it should have some kind of telepathic connection with the owner.
Fortunately, Zhi Doudou did not disgrace her life, and really found the trace of Lin Huaizhu.
Lin Huaizhu was afraid that the ghost would notice it, and knowing that it was sent by Shen Sui, he let it go back first.
When Zhi Doudou came back, he was still holding Lin Huaizhu's token, a piece of fabric torn from the hem of his clothes.
Seeing the cloth, Shen Sui knew that he could find Lin Huaizhu, so he went to the Thousand Secrets Pavilion that night.
Only when Yu Jian flew above the barren mountain did Shen Sui see the terrain clearly.
The barren hills are surrounded by steep and treacherous giant peaks, surrounded by mass graves surrounded by haze, and the verdant greenery turns into distorted ghosts.
Before approaching the mass grave, Shen Sui felt a chill.
A cultivator like Xiao Zishu was not afraid at all. He came down with his sword, avoiding the trees with their teeth and claws, and stopped at the entrance of the mass grave.
The other two fell to the ground one after the other.
Xiao Zishu's eyes were as sharp as knives, and he slowly passed the mass graves where there were no crows or insects singing.
It's a bit too quiet here.
Xiao Zishu held Shen Sui to protect him, and said to his companion in a deep voice, "Be careful, something is wrong here."
Shen Sui released Paper Doudou and let it lead the way to Lin Huaizhu.
Paper Doudou seemed to sense something, its thin body trembled, curled up in Shen Sui's palm, and it took a long while to point in one direction with its short arms.
Shen Sui looked at Xiao Zishu, "Listen to it, it has been here before and knows where you are locked up."
Xiao Zishu glanced at the little paper figurine, his gaze seemed to have substance.
To be honest, he doesn't believe in this little thing, after all, only ghost cultivators can make it, who knows if it has anything to do with the ghost in the mass grave?
But the employer believed it, Xiao Zishu didn't want to say much before there was no proof, so he turned his head and looked at his companion.
One of them understood and walked into the entrance first, Xiao Zishu led Shen Sui to follow unhurriedly, and the other one stopped behind.
After walking less than five feet, the paper Doudou trembled more obviously.
Shen Sui asked, "Is it here?"
Zhi Doudou couldn't speak, and nodded slightly, then shook his head, then nodded again, and finally pointed to a stone tablet.
The stele was about ten feet long, and there was no inscription on it. It was impossible to tell when it was erected here. The stele was covered with cracks like cobwebs, and it looked like it would break at any time.
Although Xiao Zishu couldn't see anything special about the inscription, he vaguely felt something was wrong, so he stepped forward to examine it carefully.
The spirit sword in his hand suddenly appeared brilliantly and groaned.
Xiao Zishu's eyes froze, he held his sword tightly and reminded, "Be careful."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky at the Mass Burial Mound suddenly changed, the wind was strong, the sun was covered by dark clouds, flying sand was everywhere, and visibility was very low.
The foot trembled continuously, as if some giant was moving, and within a moment the ground split a crack that stretched for several meters from both sides.
A strong bloody smell came from under the crack, and the underground palace was bottomless, as if leading to eighteen layers of hell.
Without waiting for anyone to explore, a Xuantian chain broke through the ground and wrapped around Shen Sui's ankle.
Xiao Zishu reacted very quickly and grabbed Shen Sui's wrist suddenly to prevent him from being dragged down by the chain.
As soon as Xiao Zishu grabbed Shen Sui's hand, the other party suddenly turned his head, revealing a row of shark-like sharp fangs, biting towards him with a ferocious expression.
Xiao Zishu was caught off guard for a moment, and when he saw this terrifying face with blue veins, he subconsciously let go of his hand.
When Shen Sui was dragged into the underground palace, Xiao Zishu finally realized that he had just been fascinated by the ghost cultivator's illusion.
He wanted to jump down to save people, but the entrance to the underground palace was closed.
Xiao Zishu's face was ugly.
A chain as thick as a sea bowl was fastened to Shen Sui's ankle.
The chain was like a red-hot iron, scalding Shen Sui's skin and flesh, and he was like a string of kites in the hands of a ghost, being manipulated by the other party to fall towards him.
Li Gui's big bony hand strangled Shen Sui's neck, and his sharp black nails pierced into Shen Sui's flesh little by little.
The smell of blood stimulated Li Gui, his eyes were scarlet, his pupils shrunk to pinpoints, and the bottom of his eyes were full of greed.
Shen Sui's legs were dangling in the air, and he could barely breathe after being strangled by the ghost, his cheeks were flushed red, and he was about to bleed.
Just as Li Gui was about to break Shen Sui's neck, a wind blew up his back, and a cluster of weak will-o'-the-wisps ignited behind him.
Li Gui didn't need to look back, just shook it off, and easily extinguished the cluster of fire.
Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Lin Huaizhu, who had been hiding in the corner, jumped up, stepped on the rock wall of the karst cave, and with this force, kicked round and round, hitting Li Gui's arm that was pinching Shen Sui.
Li Gui took half a step back and grabbed Lin Huaizhu's ankle angrily.
He was so powerful that he directly crushed Lin Huaizhu's ankle.
Lin Huaizhu's face turned pale instantly, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.
During this period of time, Shen Sui had been fed so many pills by Qin Hongzheng, coupled with the addition of condensed marrow and exposed bones, as well as his own cultivation, his physical fitness was far from what it used to be.
He gritted his teeth, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, he took out the Buddhist sarira from his purse with difficulty, and slapped Li Gui between his eyebrows.
At the moment when she touched the evil spirit, Sarira's Buddha's light was greatly enhanced.
Li Gui screamed in pain, like a night owl, sharp and ear-piercing.
He threw Shen Sui and Lin Huaizhu out like a hot potato, and then pulled out the sarira embedded in his forehead.
Shen Sui fell into Li Gui's coffin, and his back hit it hard.
Without time to cry out, Shen Sui dug out a dozen or so talismans from his purse, sprinkled them into the air like rain, and silently recited the talisman words taught to him by the talisman master.
Eighteen spells lay horizontally in the air, surrounded by the ghosts and turned into eighteen soul-suppressing nails, attacking the ghosts together.
Li Gui jumped and jumped, no matter how fast he was, he could not be faster than the soul nail, and he was cut with more than a dozen wounds in a short time.
It is worthy of paying a big price to buy it, and it is more reliable than the three alchemy monks at critical moments.
Shen Sui breathed a sigh of relief, quickly untied the chains on his ankles, and staggered towards Lin Huaizhu.
Lin Huaizhu fell to the ground, in a very bad condition.
He had been fed a lot of blood by the ghost, and he had been hungry for two days and two nights. He was already exhausted, and the rest of his breath after the desperate fight was almost gone.
Shen Sui went to help Lin Huaizhu's head, and patted his cheek twice, "Xiao Huai, wake up."
Taking out a red elixir from the purse, Shen Sui parted Lin Huaizhu's green and white lips, and stuffed one inside.
The bitter taste of the elixir returned Lin Huaizhu's sanity, he woke up slowly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Shen Sui in a mess.
Sand and stones kept falling from the top of the head, and Shen Sui's face was ashen, with something sticking to his nose.
Shen Sui observed the situation on Li Gui's side, hoping that the foreign aid above would find the entrance and come down quickly.
Sensing that Lin Huaizhu was awake, Shen Sui lowered his head and hugged his head to his lap so that Lin Huaizhu could lie down more comfortably.
"Don't worry, I've got other people, they'll be here soon, and then we'll be able to get out."
Lin Huaizhu hadn't had water for two days, and his lips were chapped, so Shen Sui dug out a bottle of nectar from his purse and fed it to him.
The cave has been shaking because of the violent demolition by Xiao Zishu and others above, and stones from the roof of the cave are rolling in, of different sizes.
Shen Sui was fully equipped, and took out a magic weapon like an umbrella to prop it on top of his and Lin Huaizhu's heads.
The two of them hid in a corner, huddled together, arms next to arms, and their body temperature passed from hand to hand.
Lin Huaizhu lay on Shen Sui's pillow, looking up at the dusty Shen Sui, his throat rolling.
The author has something to say:
This time, how many points do you think Huaihuai gave Xiao Sui?
By the way, Zhi Doudou's surname is Zhi Doudou, not following his father's surname Shen, nor his other father's surname Lin.