The Heartless Mage Chapter 51: Just a touch

Looking at the clothes of the little boy, he is definitely not a character in recent years. At least the children in recent years will no longer have pigtails. Chuchenzi refused to look at the little boy's face, and just held the lantern to illuminate it; Wuxin put the little boy back on the ground and touched it from head to toe. He squatted down for nothing, looking down at the little boy with no intentions. Looking at it, he reached out and wiped his finger on the little boy's face.

Blood and the outside world are the same temperature, he lowered his head and sniffed, and it was also a normal **** smell. No matter how isolated the Thousand Buddha Caves are from the world, there is no reason for the corpses in them to not rot. But the little boy is indeed not rotten - of course, not completely incorrupt, but the rot is limited, except that the skin of the face is close to the ground for too long and is not easy to separate, the rest of the skin is still intact.

Pull up the little boy's little hand and put it on the nose and sniff it again, there is also a faint smell. Wuxin rubbed the blood from his fingertips to the ground, then stood up and said, "Master, have you noticed? There is no living thing in the cave."

Chu Chenzi avoided the little boy, and nodded to Wuxin with conviction: "Yes."

There is no living thing, a small corpse with delicate skin and tender flesh lay on the ground, not even maggots. Wuxin recalled the little boy's initial posture again, and found that the other party seemed to be running out with his teeth and claws, running and running, falling down, and never got up again after he fell.

He wanted it, and Chuchenzi naturally wanted it too. The two looked at each other, and then tacitly looked into the depths of the cave together. Wuxin stepped over the small corpse and continued to move forward, and at the same time asked: "Your master seems to have committed sins in the cave."

Master doesn't make a face, and the dust child has no words to protect him. While chasing Wuxin, he looked around, and he saw that the Buddha statue changed more and more. Although the figure was still solemn and graceful, the face gradually turned from a smirk to a smirk, and finally it turned out to be big eyes and big mouth, like a ghost. Chuchenzi's pampering and pampering all year round is a little unbearable at this moment. With a flick of his sleeve, he showed the flag, and he whispered to Wuxin: "Stop, the future is dangerous, let me test if there will be ghosts!"

Wuxin is like having an eye in the back of his head, and he scolded in a low voice without turning his head: "Take it back! If there is a soul, I know before you!"

Chu Chenzi stretched out his hand and pointed at his back: "Wow, you dare to scold this Daoist! You—"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Chenzi suddenly lost his voice. Stretching his arms stiffly, he found Wuxin in front of him disappeared.

Although Chuchenzi doesn't deal with Wuxin, he has absolutely no intention of throwing him in the hole. Holding up the lantern and shining it up and down, he panicked: "Where is Wuxin! Wuxin?"

A pale hand suddenly stretched out diagonally and grabbed his wrist suddenly. Chu Chenzi's eyes widened just as he was about to scream, when he suddenly heard an unintentional voice: "It's time to turn, you can't see clearly with the lamp?"

Chenzi let out a long breath silently, and after taking a big step, he found that there was really no way ahead, and he really had to turn to the right. Wuxin took a step first and stood there waiting for him, thinking that it would be better to take Master Gu with him. Once Master Gu is forced, he can still exude a suffocating aura that can scare people as well as ghosts. Chuchenzi has a way of doing things, but unfortunately, the way of doing things is sparse, and the courage is also sparse.

The two had turned to the right once before, and now they are turning again, not knowing where the corridor leads. Seeing that the front was flat and clean, there were no strange Buddhas or corpses, Chu Chenzi wanted to go forward with the lantern; unexpectedly, Wuxin raised his hand to block, and asked in a low voice, "Master, do you see if there is anything near us that can suppress ghosts? ?"

Chu Chenzi froze for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Wuxin closed his eyes: "A step away, there are ghosts!"

Duchenzi sounds like a ghost, but he's not too afraid. Holding up the lantern and inspecting the surroundings carefully, he finally said to Wuxin, "My teacher did indeed set up a spirit-locking formation."

Wuxin asked again: "I can pass, can you?"

Chenzi immediately took out a yellow talisman from his arms, and patted his eyebrows with a "pop": "Yes."

Unconsciously, Wuxin became the leader. Closing his eyes and walking in front, he could feel the ghosts around him like air currents, rolling and rolling dark tides, clearly trying to impact the living outsiders. He didn't have a soul at all, so he was not afraid that his body would be taken away; Chu Chenzi used a yellow talisman to protect his eyebrows, so he must be safe. Slowing down and waiting for Chu Chenzi to catch up, Wuxin suddenly remembered something: "Master, since the formation is to lock the soul, what will be the consequences if a living person with strong yang energy is let in?"

Chu Chenzi thought for a while, and finally said, "I'm not good at arranging formations."

Then the two of them turned their heads together and looked at each other - once the formation breaks, it's not a joke!

The two of them speeded up together, running and jumping forward. He ran to the end in one breath, but there was a left turn ahead. Wuxin knew that Chuchenzi was illuminated by lanterns and was not as sensitive as himself, so he grabbed his wrist and turned to the left. There is no longer a long corridor in front of it, but a square stone room. Before Chu Chenzi could react, Wuxin saw it clearly first—a few paper talismans were pasted on the stone wall at the entrance, and the stone room was stacked on top of each other, filled with corpses!

The situation has become completely clear. If the master of Chuchenzi wants to realize Yue Qiluo's skills on his own, he must not just talk about it on paper. I don't know how many people he killed in the cave, because he needed souls and bodies. Yue Qiluo even committed suicide in her first life. Since the master of Chuchenzi has gone into trouble and cannot extricate himself, I am afraid that the fate will be unimaginable. The corpse and the soul are separated by the formation, and there must be a reason for it.

Wanxin didn't dare to stop, and dragged the dust to continue running. As soon as Chu Chenzi saw the reality clearly, he involuntarily raised his leg and stepped on the corpse. The corpses are similar to the children's corpses in the outer corridor. They are all images of the pre-Qing era. There are both men and women, but they are all prone, so they can't see their faces. When a person first died, his body would gradually become cold and hard, but after a day and a night, it would slowly recover to softness. Chuchenzi stepped on foot after foot, always feeling like he was going to sink. Helpless, he had no choice but to raise his legs and stride forward, swaying outwards. Wuxin's hands were like iron pliers, gripping his wrists fiercely. The two passed over the corpse like a gust of wind, and at the end Wuxin jumped down at the exit at the other end of the stone room, tripping over a corpse with their left foot, just kicking the corpse over. Chu Chenzi looked down by the firelight, and his heart was stunned again - it was a female corpse, her eyes and nose were spun down by sharp blades, leaving three bright red holes on her white face. The worse the death, the more resentment, the more fierce the ghost. The torture on the female corpse probably came from this.

The stone room is square and square. After going out, I bumped into a wall. It turned out that I had to turn left. Wuxin saw that the road ahead was another corridor, so he didn't care too much, and continued to run wildly with Chuchenzi.

The two turned three turns in a row, and the road was safe. In the end, there was no way out - two iron gates were erected ahead.

The iron gate is tightly closed, just like the courtyard gate of ordinary people. Chu Chenzi stepped forward and took the photos of the lantern up and down, but in the end he didn't even find a doorknob. Turning around to face Wuxin, he frowned and sighed: "My teacher's intentions are really unpredictable."

Unintentional also made trouble. The corridor was already wide enough, and the iron gate stood upright, and there was no space for climbing up and down. There are no handles, and no keyholes, making it impossible for anyone to pry. Chuchenzi tucked the yellow talisman between his eyebrows and stuffed it into his sleeve, and walked back and forth with Wuxin in front of the door. Just when there was nothing he could do, Wuxin suddenly stopped in front of a door. He put his hands behind his back and raised his head, he suddenly kicked out a kick, only to hear a clanging sound, the door was actually opened half an inch inward.

Chu Chenzi was stunned. It turned out that the iron gate was really just two iron gates, and there was no mystery in it. And Wuxin nodded after standing firm: "Master Ling's intentions are really unpredictable."

The two immediately started working together, desperately pushing an iron door. Although the iron gate also has a door shaft, the door panel is heavy, and the top and bottom are rubbing against the stone wall, so it is very inflexible. When the crack of the door allowed another person to come in and out sideways, the two of them filed in. After entering, Wuxin's eyes lit up and discovered a new world.

It turned out that there was another stone room in front of it, with flat walls, very much like a house. Flames suddenly erupted on both sides of the doorway. It was Chu Chenzi who found the oil lamp bracket protruding from the stone wall, and there was still half a bowl of oil in the lamp.

With oil lamp lighting, the unintentional vision is clearer. The scene in front was very similar to the reception room of the dust child - in the center was a wooden Arhat bed, on which sat an old man with white hair and beard sitting cross-legged. The old man was wearing a black robe, and he was in a meditating posture, but one of his head was crooked so strangely that he was about to rest his side on one shoulder.

Chu Chenzi bent down slightly and walked up to take a closer look at Lao Dao's face. Wuxin also followed and asked softly, "Is that Master Ling?"

Chenzi opened her mouth and turned her head back, nodding shaky: "Yes."

Then he raised his hand to lift the old man's long hair, and saw a stab wound on the other's neck, which not only cut off the muscles and veins, but even nearly broke the neck bone. The blood had already run out, and Bai Shengsheng's stubble was turned out, and it looked thrilling.

Chenzi lowered his head and let out a long sigh, and his raised hand slumped down; at the same time, he found that the reason why Master's Taoist robe looked black was because it was soaked with blood.

The people of Sri Lanka have passed away, and they have passed away for decades, causing the dust to be sad but not sad, and unable to look like crying. Wuxin moved his gaze to both sides of the Arhat bed. On both sides, like ordinary living rooms, there are tables, chairs, cabinets, bookshelves. Wuxin walked to the bookshelf and found that there was no dust on the shelves, and the books were neatly arranged. One by one, he took out the cover to look at the cover, and he began to look for the secret.

He moved, and Chuchenzi was not idle, he reached out to touch the quilt on Luohan's bed, and lifted the hem of Master's robe to look inside. With a sudden "ah" sound, he flipped out a thin booklet under the quilt at the corner of the bed and said, "I found it!"

Wuxin hurriedly went to watch it, and saw that there was only the word "secret" on the cover of the booklet. The dust book opened the booklet, there was no text in it, and each page was full of spell patterns. Ordinary spells are mostly drawn on long strips of paper, but the spells in the booklet are different, covering the entire page endlessly.

Looking up at Chu Chenzi, he asked inadvertently, "Do you understand?"

Chenzi nodded thoughtfully: "I understand a little."

Wuxin wanted to continue talking, but he didn't want to say anything, but the sound of gold and stone sounded in his ears. Looking around, he saw a straight arm sticking out from the crack of the door, and then a woman's head was arched into the top, with three blood holes on her face!

Chuchenzi shuddered immediately, but Wuxin understood in an instant, and immediately rushed to the iron gate: "Oops, borrow a corpse to revive!"

Before he could touch the iron door with both hands, Chu Chenzi pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the crack of the door. Pulling the trigger was a shot. The bullet was so powerful that it hit the female corpse backwards. Wuxin seized the opportunity to push the iron door and tried his best to close the door again. Unexpectedly, before he could use up all his strength, there was movement on the iron door next to him. Chu Chenzi fit in and rushed up against the iron gate, and asked with a pale face, "Borrowing a corpse to bring back the soul?"

Wuxin kicked the ground with both feet and leaned against the iron gate: "There must be something wrong with the spirit-locking formation, the ghosts in the cave are now free!"

Something came from outside, banging on the iron door. Chuchenzi imitated Wuxin, and also used his feet to push on the ground to borrow strength. The ponytail is spread out, and he has hair all over his face: "What should I do?"

Wu Xin almost forgot to breathe: "I don't know!"