Lao Yu nodded solemnly, and then stared at the grave not far away with a solemn expression, his eyes seemed to contain some complicated emotions.
"Whose grave is this?" I asked.
Lao Yu nodded his head towards the grave.
"Go and see for yourself..."
I heard the words and stepped forward without hesitation. As soon as I took a step and stepped on the black soil under my feet, I immediately felt a biting chill on my feet. This chill spread down my legs and spread throughout my body in an instant.
!
I shivered and quickly took my feet back.
"What...what's going on?" I looked at Old Yu in surprise.
Lao Yu patted my shoulder and explained:
"Your master said when we set out that I brought you here to pick up something. That thing is in the graveyard in front of you. However, this thing cannot be taken away casually."
"What's the meaning?"
"Just because the soil under our feet is not ordinary soil, let me tell you about it..."
As he said that, Lao Yu sat cross-legged on the ground. When I saw this posture, I thought he was going to have a detailed chat, so I sat next to him.
"Actually, it's not that complicated. A rare battle to kill evil things took place in this mountain decades ago. At that time, Master Xian led a group of mages to form a mages alliance to go
Capture a ghost bandit..."
"Ghost bandits?!"
The first sentence of Lao Yutou shocked me. I had read in the book given by Master that the levels of ghosts from low to high can be divided into ghosts, fierce ghosts, ghost leaders, ghost kings and ghost bandits.
The old lady Xue and Zhou Yun, the female ghost who jumped from the building, I met before can only be regarded as early stage evil ghosts, while Yan Shiting's grandfather Yan Qishan can be regarded as the middle stage evil ghost.
The ghost bandits are almost the most powerful beings among ghosts and evil spirits. The fact that Master Xian can lead a team to capture the ghost bandits shows that he is indeed not an ordinary person.
"Yes, they were ghost bandits. The battle that year was quite brutal. The Mage Alliance suffered heavy casualties. Many mages' souls were directly refined by the ghost bandits after their death, causing them to scatter. They didn't even have the chance to reincarnate...
"
"When the Immortal Master saw such a situation, he was very anxious. When he was forced to do so, he burned his soul body and cultivation to die with the ghost bandit. After he burned his soul body, his body turned into dust.
Hey, now that I think about it, those can be considered his ashes..."
"After the ghost bandits were eliminated, all the mages were heartbroken when they saw that Master Xian died so miserably, so they collected his ashes and buried them on the top of the mountain by a friend of Master Xian..."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but stand in awe of this immortal master. He was indeed a well-known figure, but I suddenly understood something and asked in surprise:
"You mean, the ashes of Master Xian are buried in this grave???"
Lao Yu nodded slightly.
"But what's the use of taking his ashes?"
"Of course it's not just ashes, otherwise I wouldn't have traveled all the way to this trip. Just listen to what I have to say. When the immortal master and the ghost bandit died together, he was also counterattacked by the powerful ghost energy..."
"Even the ashes are filled with a bone-chilling coldness. That's why there is no grass growing on this hilltop, and there is a lot of evil in the soil. Ordinary people can't get close to it at all!"
I was dumbfounded when I heard that, decades have passed, and these evil spirits have not completely dissipated, which shows how terrifying the ghost bandit was at that time.
"If you can't even get in, what's the point of coming to me?" I asked this crucial question.
Lao Yu turned his head and stared at me, his eyes suddenly became a little fierce,
"Because you have soul-eating blood flowing in your body!"
"Soul-eating blood?" I asked in shock.
"That's right, only soul-eating blood can carve out a way out of this cold and cold soil..."
After hearing this, I finally understood that the grave where Master Xian's ashes are buried is like a lock, and only my key can open it. Is this a coincidence or destiny...
But since I'm here, I can't come here in vain. I slowly stood up and looked at the grave less than ten meters away from me, and my heart became calm.
"Lao Yutou, follow me, I will take you there!"
When Lao Yutou heard this, he first looked at me in surprise, then nodded slowly, with an expression of relief on his face.
Without further delay, I immediately took out a copper coin from my backpack and scratched my palm hard. A stream of blood flowed out instantly. When the blood dripped onto the soil under my feet, I immediately let out a "呲呲呲
"There was a sound, and puffs of white smoke rose up!
Immediately afterwards, the black soil faded away from its dark color at a speed visible to the naked eye...
Seeing this, I tentatively stretched out my feet and took a step forward. Although I could still feel the cold through my shoes, it was much better than before, at least it was bearable.
So I gritted my teeth and continued to drip blood on the road ahead, and moved towards the grave with little difficulty. I never thought that a distance of ten meters would be so difficult to walk. This was really a bloody road!
"Hurry! We will succeed soon!" Lao Yutou urged behind me.
I turned around and glanced at him, and said feebly:
"Yes... why don't you come and try, I'm almost anemic..."
After persisting for a few more minutes, we finally reached the grave. I lay on the ground panting, feeling like I was going to faint. Lao Yutou hurriedly helped me bandage the wound to stop the bleeding.
"Xiao Yu! Well done, you take a rest first and I'll dig the grave!"
After saying that, Lao Yutou directly started digging the grave. The exaggeration is that he dug the grave with his bare hands. I was stunned when I saw this scene, but what I didn't expect was that he dug out the soil from the grave in just a few minutes.
A black jar was taken out.
You don't need to think about it to know that the jar must contain the ashes of Master Xian!
Thinking of this, I cheered up again and walked over.
"Why is it buried so shallowly?"
Lao Yu didn't answer, just pushed the jar in front of me and said solemnly:
"Open it!"
"Open?! Is...is this okay?" I lost my voice.
"Stop talking nonsense, open it quickly!"
I hesitated for a moment, but I took the jar carefully, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the lid...
There was a "pop" sound, and as the lid opened, a strong cold air suddenly spurted out. I quickly turned my head and hid. If I took a sip, even if I was an innate spirit, it would be enough to drink.
One pot.
After the cold air dissipated, Lao Yu and I lowered our heads and looked into the jar. Sure enough, it was ashes...
When I looked carefully, I was surprised to see something buried in the ashes of Master Xian! I stared at the thing for a long time and found that it turned out to be a faded talisman!
"Xiaoyu! Quick! Take out the magic talisman!" Lao Yutou said excitedly.
In fact, he didn’t need to tell me, I was going to take it out because I was so curious!
So I put my hand into the jar, carefully held the talisman between my fingers, and gently pulled it out, and the talisman was pulled out.
I slowly shook off the ashes attached to the talisman, and then looked at it carefully. After looking at it for a long time, I didn't find anything special. I felt that it was just an ordinary psychic talisman.
Lao Yutou on the side sat directly on the ground, shaking his head repeatedly, with a look of despair on his face, and murmured in his mouth:
"How is this possible? Could it be that we were wrong...This is impossible!"
Just when I wanted to ask him what he meant, the magic talisman suddenly started shaking on its own, and then, a vague figure floated out of the magic talisman!