Wushuang nodded: "Then I understand that the old mother of Crooked Neck rewarded the spiritual medicine is fake. She just wants to gather these people together and kneel down to him and accumulate blessings for him. This is like the stolen fortune in our stolen sect!"

"The truth is one truth, but we cannot stop him from resurrection. The heavenly tribulation is coming. This is the will of heaven. Even if the master is in the world, there is nothing we can do. But there is one thing we can do. His body is buried under the crooked mother, but it has no soul. The top secret archives of the Japanese record record a legend in the Red-clothed God Cult. The legend says that the soul of the leader Sha Wentian is sealed in the Red-clothed Altar. As long as we can find the altar and destroy his three souls, the body will not have any storms. At most, it will be a big rice dumpling."

"Well, you said that this sentence finally came to the point after so long. So as you can see, deep in the secret passage under the pool is the legendary red-clothed altar?"

Tong Sixi shrugged: "Who knows?"

The secret passage is surrounded by old-fashioned thick cement. After a long time, cracks appear, and the water droplets seep down the cracks. The cave is extremely dark, and Wushuang opens the wolf's eyes. The secret passage is empty, and you can see out at a glance hundreds of meters away, and there is nothing except drops of water droplets seeping.

"Hmph...Hmph...Hmph..." Suddenly, a woman's dark smile suddenly came from the secret passage, and the laughter was exactly the same as what she heard under the old mother who was crooked.

Wushuang and Tong Sixi stopped and stood there listening carefully to its source.

"Isn't Sha Wentian a man?" Wushuang asked.

"Young Master, don't ask me, that's all I know."

Wushuang glanced at Tong Sixi and found that Tong Sixi's expression was very calm and confident, as if she had seen through what danger was hidden in the secret passage.

Humph, old fox, then we will waste it. You can't even imagine if I can't get it. Wushuang said in his heart.

Wushuang was about to continue walking forward when suddenly a cold wind blew from the secret passage and then a stinking stinking came over his nose.

"Young Master, be careful, that thing is coming!" Tong Sixi instructed him.

"I should tell you this. I heard that those Gintama ghosts like to find old and weak people as scapegoats." Wushuang said unforgivable.

At this time, a blood-red robe suddenly floated from the depths of the tunnel. The outline of the robe was very clear and it felt very skinny inside, just like a person wearing him walking towards them. It was just that there was no feet under the wide red robe, but it was floating.

"What?" Wushuang pulled out the dagger and said alertly.

"Those who enter the altar... die!!!!" Suddenly, a resentful voice came from the wide robe. The sound was very strange and could not be made by ordinary people. It echoed in the hollow secret passage and made my scalp feel numb.

The clothes have no real feeling. Even if they are supported to dry, they are just like a light leaf. The blood-red robe that floats out of the hole is very loose, with a hole tied on the chest and the hat is bulging, but there is a black hole inside the brim. It is impossible to tell whether there are people or not inside, and there are no feet under it, so Wushuang thinks this should be blown by the wind.

"Don't get close to it." Tong Sixi said.

"Hey! Don't pretend to be a fool, it's a mule or a horse that pulls it out!" Wushuang yelled at the robe with courage.

Compared with his previous adventures, this is pediatrics. He has never seen any formation before. He is just a robe covered with evil spirits. What danger can it be? He didn't care too much.

The cold wind stopped, and then the blood-red robe stopped one meter away in front of Wushuang. But from a mechanics point of view, without external force, a piece of clothing would definitely fall down without any support without any support. But this big red robe actually hung up magically, as if a person was looking at Wushuang.

Wushuang didn't dare to move rashly. Was it the source of the sound just now? They were too close, close to each other, but he felt that there was no life under the wide blood-red robe, and it was a dead thing.

Time seemed to be frozen in an instant, and no one dared to move rashly. Wushuang stood quietly and looked at it. There were no feet under the robe, no faces under the brim of the hat, and there was only a dark mist inside.

"Hmph...humph...humph..." The mysterious woman's laughter came from the robe.

This is a provocation to him! Wushuang cannot tolerate such provocation!

"Ah!!!!" He roared, waved the dagger and slashed it down. The dagger was extremely sharp and cut the big hat in the blood-red robe to the ground.

A stream of black smoke floated out of the hat, and then the red robe fell silently to the ground. There was nothing inside.

"It's the saint in red! We have to be careful." Tong Sixi warned him.

"What is the saint in red? Is it his wife?"

"No, according to legend, there are eight saints under Sha Wentian. These eight saints are like the helmsman in some gangs. After Sha Wentian died, they committed suicide by hanging their beams. The disciples of the Red Divine Cult buried their bodies in eight different places. I guess this secret passage should be one of them."

"Ah, that's his old beauty? Just a few old ladies, what kind of demons can you do!" Wushuang relaxed his vigilance.

Hula... Wushuang said this, within a few seconds, an earthquake suddenly occurred in the secret passage, and the mud and dust on the cave wall above his head fell down. Fortunately, the tremor immediately disappeared.

"Damn... I'll take back what I said just now, this old lady seems to have a big temper." Wushuang smashed her mouth.

"Haha..." Tong Sixi laughed dryly, walked to Wushuang with a cane, as if the tremor just now was a symbol of safety.

"Hey! Wait for me? We are grasshoppers on the same rope now, don't try to shake me away!" Wushuang followed closely and helped his arm.

"Is my husband guarding me? What can I do as a 90-year-old man? Can you run away from your eyes?"

"You can't say that. Who among us is with each other? Don't you keep saying that we are descendants of our thief? I don't have to call you Grandpa Fourth by seniority? I have to help you, what if I fall? Right? Tong Sixi, don't play tricks with me." Wushuang said to him with a wicked smile.
Chapter completed!