"It's already miserable enough to be called by the point, and now there are still no bones—"

"do not talk."

The red-faced Immortal Sect disciple was halfway through grumbling, and his senior brother gave him an elbow.

Wu Xingxue glanced at them, turned back, and found that the faces of the few people were extremely ugly, staring at the talisman in Xiao Fuxuan's hand, almost in a trance. One of them even swayed, unable to stand still.

He might want to bend down and take it slow, but as soon as he pressed down on his jacket, the strong fragrance of tribute diffused again.

"..."

The Immortal Sect disciple rushed over with a single stride and held him up.

"My junior brother keeps his mouth open and keeps talking nonsense all day long." The disciple was afraid that the fragrance of the tribute would be too strong and would attract some dangerous things, so he continued: "Actually, it's not that bad, maybe... maybe..."

He promised for a long time without saying anything, and looked over with a face pleading for help, his face flushed with anxiety.

Wu Xingxue thought to see what I did, I couldn't promise anything good, and I might be even scarier than your junior brother.

He was silent for a moment and poked Xiao Fuxuan.

After poking him, he realized that it was a little too easy.

Xiao Fuxuan paused when he flipped through the talisman paper, glanced at the poking finger, and then turned to look at the immortal disciple who asked for help.

The disciple's face was full of words, "I beg, please say something to interrupt and get rid of the siege."

So Tiansu Shangxian opened the golden mouth.

He asked the woman, "What is the name and surname of Ling Qianjin."

Wu Xingxue: "..."

A few strokes of these words are just the meaning of this - your two daughters are probably the same as this Zhao Qinglai, and they are also in some virgin statue, with their names posted on the statue.

The purpose of those few commoners pulling the Xianmen disciples here is indeed the same.

But this Chrysostom should not be opened after that.

Wu Xingxue thought.

The little disciple who asked for help collapsed on the spot, his face turned green.

The woman collapsed even more. She staggered to support the stone wall, her expression was blank, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. The other two disciples immediately went to pat her on the back.

She couldn't even bear the tap, and it collapsed a little bit. She bent down and trembled for a long time, looked up at Xiao Fuxuan, and murmured in a hoarse voice, "My two little girls are still young... call... call..."

She waited for a while before she read two nicknames: "It's A Qian, and A Tai."

"Aqian..."

"Atai..."

"Wait for me, wait for me, ah."

"Wait for me."

The woman repeated it several times softly, and even if she didn't make a sound, her lips were still moving. I don't know if it's comforting the two little girls who don't know where their souls are, or comforting myself.

Her name was reported, and the others were no longer shy, and searched along the hole in the stone wall.

As soon as they "touched" and searched, they found that the "cave" of the tomb was not only such a place, but a long direction. Just because of the occasional bend, the oil light on the hole was hidden behind the bend, and at first glance it seemed like it had come to an end.

In fact, it is not. It is built against the valley. It is extremely long, and there are often forks, and the trend is treacherous.

After a few turns, everyone was a little confused about the direction. The compass of the Immortal Sect disciples was of no use at all. They walked through several forks in confusion, and suddenly realized that they had ignored the compass and followed Xiao Fuxuan.

But even Xiao Fuxuan stopped for a moment at several forks.

Wu Xingxue saw it in his eyes and finally asked, "Didn't you come here before?"

Xiao Fuxuan made a sound of "um". He stopped, and his long fingers lightly pressed against the stone wall, and with a little force, it shook this piece of "chaotic" stone.

Wu Xingxue: "Why don't you know the way?"

Xiao Fuxuan poked his fingers into the cracks of the stone, blinked his drooping eyes lightly, and said, "I didn't come in."

"Didn't come in?" Wu Xingxue was a little surprised, "Why?"

The entire boulder that blocked the hole was lifted by two fingers, and smashed to the ground with a bang, shaking the dusty smoke. Wu Xingxue squinted in the smoke and heard Xiao Fuxuan's low voice: "I don't want to enter."

A picture suddenly flashed in his mind. It seemed to be a cold night filled with dust and fog in Dabei Valley. There was also a tall figure standing in the fog, looking at the giant valley across the long suspension bridge.

Wu Xingxue was startled.

He should have seen such a scene, but when he tried to think about it again, he couldn't remember anything.

When he returned to his senses, he heard the disciples of the Immortal Sect say, "Another boy statue!"

Along the way, they found two statues of virgins, both empty and full of dried blood. The statues are also affixed with talisman paper, which is written with the offerings of the immortal envoys.

One was named Liu Zhi and the other was named Liu Mei.

It sounds like a man and a woman, also missing.

Counting the original Zhao Qinglai, this is now the fourth boy portrait. They have already formed a habit, subconsciously drawing a sword, the boy looks like a torn apart...

"Show" a person.

It was an adult man, but it was folded in a state of broken bones, with a fractured neck, and his head was held in his arms.

The Immortal Sect disciple was so shocked that he retreated a few feet, and his back was against the stone wall on the other side.

After a while, they murmured, "Why is this still in there? Has it become a murderous thing?"

They were about to use their swords to probe, and they saw Yi Wusheng touched the head with the back of his fingers and shook his head. He held the paper and said, "It's okay, come here."

Wu Xingxue glanced at the corpse, and estimated that this was the first woodcutter to be called.

There was a paper talisman in the pottery shard, and on the paper talisman was the woodcutter's name, which was written very crookedly.

I had only heard rumors before, but didn't see anyone, and didn't really feel it. At this moment, the rumored woodcutter was sitting cross-legged in front of them, which made people feel terrified and uncomfortable at the same time.

Those few people didn't want to come over at all, and huddled in a dark place far away.

The Immortal Sect disciple looked at the woodcutter with an unbearable expression, but he couldn't leave him open like this. So he took out Zhang Fu, carefully sealed it on his forehead, and made another mark.

"Let's find the rest first."

They continued to walk along the stone wall to the depths of the tomb's "cave", pondering as they walked.

"Why are the people in the three stone statues missing before, but this one is still there?"

"Perhaps it's because the woodcutter got into trouble early."

"If the accident happened early, the spirit soul was exhausted, and if it was sealed in the stone statue, it would not be able to move. If the accident happened late, there would be more spirit soul left, and it would not be able to be sealed."

As for what the unsealed will do, it is self-evident-

Very hungry looking for food. Or they are unwilling to admit that they are dead, and find some scapegoats. That's all possible.

The oil lamp of the tomb's "cave" was on and off, and the divided corpses might be lying in a corner, waiting for strangers to come.

Thinking of this, Rao knows immortality and shudders a little.

Before long, they found another statue of a virgin.

This virgin's appearance is mottled, and some color has fallen off. At first glance, it looks like half of her lips are smiling and half are crying.

With the shadow of the previous one, they were hesitant to use their swords.

As a result, a strong wind swept them past, and then they heard a few crackling sounds, and the virgin was like a crack in the air. This time, the statue of the virgin was still empty. There was no one, only blood and paw prints. It seemed that the person sealed inside had scratched the pottery statue hard and tried to get out...

Looking at this fragment again, it means... it has really come out.

The talisman paper in the fragments suddenly flew out with a "swish" and fell into Xiao Fuxuan's fingers. When he unfolded the paper, he saw that it was written: Immortal envoy Gao E is dedicated.

"Gao E?" Immortal Sect disciple groaned endlessly.

Seeing one of them with a tangled face, Wu Xingxue asked, "What's the matter, you are holding back a bitter look?"

"Gao E..."

"Hi, Gao E?"

The little disciple recited it a few more times, shook his head and said, "I was just wondering which family this is from. I've heard this name before, but it doesn't seem to have come from my brothers and sisters. Hey, I can't remember, I heard it recently. There are too many names of the bitter masters, and they have been mixed up."

Speaking of too many bitter masters, they glanced at Xiao Fuxuan. He seemed to want to ask something, but was discouraged.

They turned their heads and picked up the handsome and gentle doctor Wusheng: "Senior, since you are familiar with the origin and usage of this talisman, do you know how many statues of virgins and virgins will be placed in total if you really want the statue to come alive?"

"Don't take it seriously, it's a false rumor after all." Yi Wusheng said, "I haven't heard of anyone doing it for a hundred years."

In fact, it is not quite right to call. The essence is to let the god statue have a little bit of spirit, and then invite people to pass the words they want to say to the deity of Xiandu through the god statue. If you can't hear it, that's another story.

This is a formation method that the regular immortals are not very familiar with, so it is also a folk custom to listen to.

When Yi Wusheng was a teenager, he happened to love listening to these folk customs. Although they were rough and unsystematic, they were very interesting. He remembered most of them. But he did not expect that one day he would see those folk customs in this way.

He was silent for a moment, then replied, "It should be thirty-three virgins."

"That's right." The Xianmen disciple nodded.

"If I remember correctly, there are indeed thirty-three families who were summoned. Is that right, Senior Brother?"

"Yes. Counting today, there are exactly thirty-three households."

Exactly thirty-three households?

Wu Xingxue suddenly said: "If you stop thinking about it, how much is it?"

The young disciple of Xianmen was stunned for a moment, and his face was red: "Senior, don't make fun of us, there are only thirty-three households in total, can you count them wrong?"

"That's not right." Wu Xingxue said, "One household has two people, and thirty-three households have thirty-four people?"

The younger disciples were stunned and reacted.

The family who brought them to the Valley of Compassion lost only two little girls, A Qian and A Tai.

If it is less, it can be said that there are not enough people. Now that there is one more, can the formation still work?

"Besides, why is there one more person?"

"Who is it?"

"Ask."

The little disciple wanted to ask the few people, but when he turned his head, he found that the woman was standing behind him, very close to him, with a pair of dark eyes staring at him.

At that moment, the younger disciple suddenly remembered and called out, "Gao E!"

He finally remembered that the name "Gao'e" on the statue of the virgin was not heard by the brothers and sisters, but the woman reported her family when she went to him. She said that her two daughters were called into the Valley of Compassion. I want them to help me find it in the valley.

What if the two daughters who were called were not at all?

What if... it was herself?

Thirty-three households, the number is just right.

Immediately afterwards, he thought that among the statues of virgins they found, there were a total of four empty ones. Look at the names, two males and two females.

And the people looking for them to enter the valley happened to be four, two men and two women!

Gao E smiled at him, her dark eyes curled up, and her mouth "exposed" from under the thick cloth towel, which was also a dark curve.

The little disciple Han "Mao" exploded, and the flying sword came out.

In an instant, the thick towel wrapped around Gao E's neck spread out, revealing the words on his neck. The neck was cut along the words, only a little bit of flesh and blood sticking together, and it was shaky between her movements.

The little disciple suddenly understood why these commoners were wrapped in thick jackets and their hands and feet were tied so tightly.

That's the fear of going away...

Maybe it was because they felt that they couldn't hold it anymore, so the four people stopped pretending, and they picked a person and posted it.

Three of them were the three immortal disciples, and the one that came out of them went to the other side.

When Wu Xingxue felt the breath behind him, he sighed softly.

The heart will really pick.

He raised his fingers, but turned his head to meet Xiao Fuxuan's eyes.

Wu Xingxue: "..."

In the next instant, Zhaoye City Lord, who had just sanded a pile of femininity, lowered his hands and turned his toes behind Xiao Fuxuan. He put his fingers against Shangxian's back and pushed forward a step, and said, "Shangxian help me, I'm afraid."

Xiao Fuxuan: "..."

Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu: "………………………………"

We are more afraid, believe it or not?