I'm invincible when I hang up / ghosts

My Xuanyin body can clearly sense that the Yin Qi near the cave is gathering, and the surrounding temperature is also dropping rapidly.

At first, when I came here with my grandfather, I didn't sense any yin energy, but after only a few days, I even felt that the climate suddenly changed to winter.

I also wondered if I felt wrong, and I asked the cute little zombie specifically, and the answer I got was the same as mine, the yin energy around me was indeed getting stronger rapidly.

It seems that what grandpa said before is correct, some guys really won't let go of such a good opportunity!

To be honest, I have been very decadent these past few days, as if I were a person waiting to die.

Knowing that the end is approaching, but there is no way to change it. The only expectation is Grandpa, but he refuses to say anything.

This day counts as the last day of the deadline.

Grandpa didn't go out today either. He was sitting on the stone at the entrance of the cave early in the morning, smoking a cigarette and drinking Erguotou, as if he was full of worries and about to come.

But in the afternoon, I still didn't notice any changes in my body.

I walked to the stone at the entrance of the cave and asked my grandpa, "Grandpa, my body hasn't changed at all. Is it the end of the day or today?"

Grandpa took a sip of Erguotou and gave me a blank look: "Mao Jiuying has never been missed."

ever?

I pursed my lips and didn't take it seriously. There is no absolute thing in all things. No matter how good a fortune teller is, it is impossible to make a perfect plan!

Until eight o'clock in the evening, there was still no change in my Xuanyin body, and everything was calm.

But I can see that Grandpa's face is becoming more and more ugly.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the grandfather who had been sitting outside the cave for a whole day threw away his cigarette butt, got up and shouted to me: "Xiaofeng, follow me to a place."

Chapter 747 The Altar

"Change place?" I looked at Grandpa in astonishment, "Aren't you here to overcome the tribulation?"

Grandpa waved his hand: "Who said you were here to overcome the tribulation?"

"You." I said.

Grandpa's face darkened, and his eyes glared: "Then you must have heard wrong."

Isn't this embarrassing?

It was obviously my grandfather who said those words at the beginning, and he didn’t take me to the deep mountains and old forests of Shennongjia to escape the catastrophe. Could it be possible to play "Grandpa, Where Are We Going" for me?Coming here for vacation?

I was about to open my mouth to defend, when Grandpa suddenly narrowed his eyes and let out a cold snort.

Immediately, the hairs all over my body stood up, and a chill ran straight from the soles of my feet to the top of the sky, not to mention, Grandpa's furious, murderous intent was really strong.

Seeing that I shut up, Grandpa simply went into the cave with a wine gourd, and when he came out again, he had already lit two torches in his hand. After handing me one, he walked in one direction of the forest: "Follow me!" I come."

I hurriedly took the cute little zombie to follow, along the way, grandpa didn't speak, and drank while driving, and the cute little zombie and I followed behind, also trembling.

It's not because I'm afraid, it's because the gap between Grandpa's current state and my understanding of his personality is too far!

The old grandfather, when the sky fell, he felt like he could laugh a few times with his hips on his hips and then think of a way, but since I came to this cave, I haven't seen him laugh at all.

It felt so eerie, even more eerie than confronting a ghost directly.

The light from the two torches seemed very weak in the dark forest, flickering, illuminating a small area under our feet, even three meters away, it was still pitch black.

In the forest, it was eerily quiet.

Not even the sound of the wind had disappeared, and as the three of us walked, our footsteps would rattle from time to time on rotting leaves and branches.

This scene is just like the title of the old corpse in the mountain village.

The more we went deep into the forest, the more nervous I became, maybe because I didn't know where Grandpa was going to take us.

You should have experienced that kind of situation, that is, when you walk in the dark, there is nothing around, but you are suspicious, and the seeds of nervousness and fear will grow crazily in your mind like weeds.

I was in that situation at the time, and even the face of the cute little zombie next to me became serious.

Several times I wanted to ask Grandpa, but seeing his hunched back, I held back.

It was pitch black all around, with one foot deep and the other shallow. I don't know which direction grandpa is taking me, but I can be sure that grandpa is taking me and the cute little zombie to go deeper into this primitive jungle.

After walking for about an hour, the grandfather in front finally stopped: "Here we are."

I took the cute little zombie and walked quickly to my grandfather, looking forward with the light of the torch, I could vaguely see a mountain bag in front of me.

This mountain bag is very big, and the strange thing is that the top is still flat, as if a part of the top has been cut off by a sword.

I walked forward holding the torch, and the shape of the mountain bag became clear in my sight.

But after seeing the situation of the mountain bag clearly, I was completely stunned.

This mountain bag is as big as the hollowed out mountain bag I lived in before. It is bare on the top, not even a single fallen leaf, and the top is also bare, extraordinarily flat, as if it was dug out by someone.

I lowered the torch and took a closer look. Sure enough, there were all kinds of excavation marks all over the entire mountain bag.

At first glance, it seems that it was specially dug out... like an altar.

But immediately after, I frowned. When was this mountain bag dug out?Who dug it out?

I have been staying with my grandpa for the past few days. Grandpa does have time to dig this mountain bag. After all, he goes out at night and comes back at noon these days, and he looks very tired. If he is doing this If it is a kind of heavy physical work, then it can be fully explained.

But after thinking about it, it's not right.

This mountain bun is so big that it would be impossible to excavate it out with only my grandfather alone in a few days.

Suddenly, I remembered the two-meter-tall guy I saw that night. Could it be that guy helped Grandpa dig it out?

As soon as this idea appeared, I couldn't get it out of my head. If that big guy helped grandpa, then it would be very possible for him to dig out this mountain bag.

At this time, grandpa led the cute little zombie to me, he patted my shoulder, and said in a very low tone, "Xiaofeng, sit on it."

I was stunned for a moment, then looked back at my grandfather. Under the firelight, his face was particularly gloomy and dignified, as if he had aged dozens of years all of a sudden, but his eyes were so deep that I couldn't see any waves.

I nodded, climbed up the hillside, and sat on the flat place dug on the top of the hill.

I didn't look carefully just now, but now I'm standing at the highest point, and by the light of the fire, I realized that the whole hill is not in the shape of a hemisphere, but has been specially dug into a trapezoid.

Why does this look more and more like an altar?

"See it?" Suddenly, the grandfather below said.

"What?" I was a little surprised.

Grandpa frowned: "Altar."

I suddenly became uneasy: "Grandpa, why did you let me sit on the altar?"

What about bullshit?

The sacrificial altar has been a place of worship since ancient times, and those who go to the altar are either tributes or the person in charge of the sacrifice. In my current situation, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a tribute!

"Sit down!" Grandpa sternly yelled, "Xiaofeng, success or failure depends on one move, no matter what happens, just sit on it honestly, no matter who dies, sit on it firmly."

As I said that, Grandpa didn't care about me at all, and took out four small flags from his arms, which were blue, black, red, and white triangular flags, and inserted them at the bottom of the four corners of the trapezoidal mountain bag.

Then, he took out a bamboo tube and a writing brush. After unscrewing the bamboo tube, he stuffed the writing brush in. When he took it out again, the white tip of the writing brush had been dyed golden.

Grandpa put the torch aside, and then sketched around the hillside with a solemn expression.

At that time, I watched my grandpa sketching the pattern in a circle, and I could smell a bloody smell. It was in the ink, it should be rooster blood. The reason why it is golden is probably the color that was mixed with gold powder and other materials. .

But I can't see clearly the runes drawn by Grandpa, or rather, I don't dare to read them at all.

These runes far surpassed my strength. When I took a look, I felt dizzy in my head, as if I had been hit on the head with a stick.

Boom!

Suddenly, in the dark night sky, a meandering lightning bolt tore apart the night sky like an angry dragon.

Almost at the same time, Grandpa, who was concentrating on drawing runes, was shocked, staggered back a step, and looked up at the sky: "Is it going to rain?"

When I said this, I clearly saw a crystal teardrop slowly falling from the corner of Grandpa's eye, which was particularly dazzling.

Chapter 748

Grandpa is crying!

I was stunned on the spot. Under the firelight, the crystal tears from the corners of my grandfather's eyes pierced my heart fiercely like a sharp sword.

But in the next second, Grandpa pursed his lips, bowed his head and continued to outline the runes on the hillside.

Boom!

Boom!

……

A series of lightnings continued to tear the night sky, and the thunder was deafening.

It seemed to be a harbinger of the coming storm, and it was breathtaking.

With the urging of thunder and lightning, the speed of grandpa's drawing of runes became obviously faster, which consumed him a lot. I could clearly see beads of bean-sized sweat continuously oozing from his forehead .

If it really rains heavily, at least half of everything my grandfather has done to me will be in vain.

The reason why the runes are powerful is because the lines of the runes themselves form a cycle, absorbing the energy of the heavens and the earth, moving all the runes, and exerting specific effects.

But these runes are all outlined on the hillside, without any cover.

Once the heavy rain falls, all the runes drawn by the grandfather will inevitably be washed away, and they will have no effect at all.

Subconsciously, I looked up at the lightning-covered night sky and clenched my fists. Could it be that...even God won't help me this time?

Boom!

As if in response to me, in the night sky above, an extraordinarily thick bolt of lightning blatantly tore through the night sky, illuminating the sky and the earth, and the sound was deafening.

I smiled wryly, and looked down at my grandpa who was sweating profusely outlining the runes. He quickly outlined the hillside with golden lacquer ink. The speed was very fast. After a while, he had already outlined one side of the hillside and turned to the other side. Keep sketching.

Under the dim light of the fire, I saw that Grandpa's face became paler and paler.

It is estimated that these runes that I can't understand are still too difficult even for Grandpa's strength.

Several times I wanted to open my mouth to let Grandpa take a break, but thinking of Grandpa's character, even if I said it, Grandpa probably wouldn't stop.

The sky and the earth were continuously illuminated by deafening thunder and lightning. In the dead and quiet mountain forest, a mountain wind suddenly blew up at some point.

The mountain wind is getting stronger and stronger, blowing the surrounding mountains and forests rustling, and the whistling wind sounds like countless wild ghosts crying.

My Xuanyin body can clearly sense that the surrounding Yin Qi is rapidly increasing when the mountain wind blows.

The speed was very fast, and countless Yin Qi surged around, causing the surrounding temperature to drop rapidly.

Strange, whistling, lightning and thunder.

Everything gave me a feeling that the wind and rain were about to break my soul.

The speed at which Grandpa sketches the runes is getting faster and faster, and even when he swung the brush with his right hand, it gave me a feeling of afterimages.

His face was getting whiter and whiter, as white as a piece of paper, and I could even clearly see his body trembling, except for his right hand, which seemed to be frozen all the time, motionless, keeping the rune Lines, not bad at all.

Time passed slowly.

The lightning on the sky was constantly falling, and with the help of the lightning, I saw that dark clouds gathered surgingly, covering the sky, and then slowly fell down, as if they were going to directly press on top of my head.

It felt oppressive, like a huge boulder was pressing on my heart.

The mountain wind in the surrounding mountain forests was blowing more and more fiercely, and the towering trees were shaken by the blowing, the towering tree crowns were shaking, and there was a rustling sound accompanied by the whistling wind.

The atmosphere became more and more dignified.

The air I breathed felt as if it was about to freeze, and my heart was in my throat.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the grandfather who had been hunched over to outline the rune, standing up. I looked over, and the grandfather let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Okay."

I turned my head and glanced around, and all the hillsides on all sides were outlined with golden runes, which were so golden that it made the whole mountain bag sacred and majestic, like an ancient altar, thick and majestic.

"Xiaofeng." Suddenly, Grandpa's voice came.

I looked at Grandpa, and then I was stunned.

Grandpa's expression was very strange, he couldn't see the sadness or joy, but he stabbed my eyeballs fiercely like a sharp knife. In a daze, I saw tears glistening in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were red, but he pressed Tears do not flow out of the eyes.

"Live, live well, and you have become an adult. You are responsible for the responsibility and the future. How to take the future is up to you." Grandpa said, "The incense of the Chen family needs you to continue, grandpa. There is only so much I can do for you."