Ninth-level fairy

A strong curiosity suppressed the confusion and irritability in his heart. Du Fang wanted to see where these people came from and what they were doing in this cave.

This group of people walked in.

The cave was very wide. The dozen or so people in the front were dressed as military officers, obviously officials from somewhere, while the people in the middle who were carrying the sedan chair were a group of civilians.

The strangest ones are the eight people at the back.

These eight people all had golden masks on their faces. The one walking in front, who was obviously the most respected, was wearing a wooden mask, like an elder priest of a totem-worshiping tribe or a shaman.

These eight people were dressed in black robes, wrapping their bodies tightly.

Especially the magic weapons in their hands, Du Fang felt a chill in his heart. They were magic weapons made of human skulls. What was even more strange was that the hands and necks of everyone holding a magic weapon were bluish-white, the same skin color as the dead who had just died.

The leading officer entered the cave, looked at the smoking matches and the remaining rice soup, kicked the fire apart, and cursed:

"This damn Taoist priest even cooked a meal before leaving. It's obvious that he doesn't take us seriously!"

Another person laughed and said, "Don't worry, this is the territory of the Longyuan Sword Sect. Someone is chasing him, he can't escape. We just need to do our own thing!"

Du Fang was confused and looked at the old monk.

Master Qinghe nodded.

He nodded, and Du Fang understood that when he fell asleep, a Taoist priest had probably come here before. These people from a place two thousand miles away said that this was the territory of the Longyuan Sword Sect.

It can be seen that Bai Zhi has run the sword school very prosperously over the years.

Even in places like this, they can be found.

The officer shouted to the alchemist wearing a wooden mask:

"Boss Gao, we can start now. The villagers down the mountain have said that this place is full of Yin energy and that the cave is where the dead are buried. It's late at night now, so nothing should go wrong!"

The wandering sorcerer named Boss Gao came out. He was wearing a wooden mask. Through the mask, he stared at everyone with a pair of cold eyes and said coldly:

"All the strangers, those who have nothing to do with you, get out of here. If you get startled, you'll all lose your lives here!"

The villagers and soldiers who were carrying the coffin immediately retreated in fear, fearing that something terrible would happen if they walked too slowly.

After these people left, the eight sorcerers immediately took out a black curtain and surrounded the coffin with it.

At this time, the golden masks on everyone's faces were taken off, and black silk was taken out from their arms and covered over their faces.

The alchemist named Boss Gao closed the door and rested for a while, then took out a shiny golden dagger from his hand.

The first thing he attacked was the black coffin.

Du Fang held his breath, wanting to see what was in the coffin.

To his disappointment, there was no body in the black coffin. There was an open space in the middle, and four green porcelain jars were placed in the four corners.

What are these people going to do?

He became more and more curious. This was definitely not an ordinary funeral.

Boss Gao was agile and immediately cut the red coffin open with his golden knife.

This time it was not unexpected:

A little girl who looked only eleven or twelve years old was lying quietly in the coffin.

The little girl has fair skin and delicate features. It can be seen that she will be a beauty in the future.

Du Fang sighed:

"She died so young and so beautiful. It's so unfair of God to create human beings!"

Just as I was sighing in my heart, the girl in the coffin suddenly opened her eyes and looked around blankly.

Du Fang was so frightened that he almost fell down.

A gentle, rough hand came over and pulled him back.

The old monk shook his head at him, indicating that he should just watch and not do anything.

Other sorcerers stepped forward, took out red silk, and blindfolded the girl.

Boss Gao took out a fingernail-sized amount of black liquid and poured it into the girl's mouth.

The porcelain jar in the black coffin was taken out.

When the lid was opened, a thick fishy smell instantly spread throughout the cave.

The bright red liquid in the jar was poured into the red coffin. Then, countless bloody flesh and skin floated up and gradually melted into the bright red liquid.

Du Fang opened his mouth wide, his scalp almost standing on end, he simply couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Is this a cult ritual of killing people?

His body was shaking. Master Qinghe covered his mouth with all his might, pulled his body, and signaled him not to be impulsive.

At this time, Boss Gao, with a vicious look in his eyes, took off his wooden mask, blew three breaths into the coffin, took a sip of wine, and sprayed it into the coffin.

The smell of strong liquor immediately dissipated the blood-red smell.

A faint medicinal fragrance filled the entire cave.

Boss Gao waved his hand, put on the wooden mask, and whispered:

"Okay! Cover it!" The red coffin was covered again and the jar was put back into the black coffin.

The curtain falls.

The sorcerers took off the masks on their faces, lit a fire and burned them all. Only Boss Gao's wooden mask was left intact in his arms.

The leading officer came in and asked, "Alright?"

Boss Gao nodded.

The officer said proudly:

"I told you, hundreds of people died here, and they were all monks with profound Buddhist cultivation. It's far better than that mass grave. The things arranged by the prince in the palace are still thoughtful and thorough. I will definitely be rewarded when I return this time."

Boss Gao said calmly:

"This was arranged by the elders of the Longyuan Sword Sect. The coffin must go to Longyuan Mountain!"

The officer's face suddenly froze. He said in astonishment, "Didn't we agree to return home? This woman is from my family. How could you change your mind at the last minute and make such a rash decision? Aren't you afraid that the prince will punish your entire clan?"

Boss Gao didn't say anything, but suddenly looked at the wandering sorcerers around him.

The warlocks understood at the same time.

Suddenly he flew out of the cave, and screams were immediately heard outside the cave.

The officer's expression changed drastically. He drew his sword with a flick of his wrist and shouted:

"Boss Gao, remember, you are the one invited by the prince, and this woman is also a maid in the mansion. The prince has met all your requests. Now you change your mind, aren't you afraid that the masters in the mansion will kill you?"

Boss Gao laughed sinisterly, and his sinister fingers suddenly expanded and pierced the officer's throat.

The officer's eyes widened, as if he would never believe that his ally would change his mind at the last minute.

These wandering sorcerers gathered the corpses outside the cave and burned them completely. Their method was very unique. It was neither fire nor poison powder, but a drop of liquid in a small bottle.

There was only a small drop, and Boss Gao was very cautious when he took it out. He put the small bottle inside the big bottle, and not a single drop more was allowed.

Dozens of corpses were burned clean by the green flames.

Du Fang could not smell any scent of fire.

Only a faint fishy smell came from the bottle.

Dozens of corpses, after refining, only three drops of black liquid were produced. Boss Gao carefully put them back.

One of the warlocks sighed:

"There are so many people, and this is only so little, but it will be enough for a long time!"

Boss Gao glared at him, as if blaming him for being too talkative.

The man covered his mouth in horror and quickly retreated behind him.

"Let's go!"

Before leaving, Boss Gao turned around and looked meaningfully into the depths of the cave.