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Chapter 214: Coffins on Coffins

As for giving the mourning stick to Wang Xingping, it’s not that Chen Xin has nothing to do.

When Wang Xingping and his companions arrived at the ancestral mountain of Wangjia Village, Chen Xin had already sent Huang Ying there.

Under the sieve of the net, Chen Xin saw the gloomy energy shrouding the ancestral mountain of Wangjia Village.

Although there is some negative energy in the Wangjiagou ancestral mountain, it is not enough to breed ghosts. But the negative energy in Wangjia Village is different.

If Chen Xin didn't know where he had dropped Huang Ying, he would have really thought that Huang Ying had arrived on a hill near Sanshan Village in the Yinming.

Because the ancestral mountain of Wangjia Village not only has yin energy, but also yin and dark energy!
This situation surprised Chen Xin. He controlled Huang Ying to take a tour around the ancestral mountain. Chen Xin discovered that the ghosts on the mountain were distributed in a stepped manner.

The ones that appear at the bottom of the mountain are wandering souls, the ones that appear at the top of the mountain are evil spirits, and as for the mountainside, there are both.

The reason for this situation is the crack on the top of the mountain!

This is what the Public Opinion Bureau calls the underworld channel!

When he discovered the Yinming Passage, Chen Xin remembered the troubles about the Yinming Passage in Zong Peng’s memory.

But this trouble happened to be near Wangjiagou, and Chen Xin had no choice but to take care of it.

So he directly controlled the yellow baby to get in.

As for the ghosts on the ancestral mountain of Wangjia Village, Chen Xin directly threw the mourning stick to his uncle and asked him to deal with it.

This would not only protect his uncle's safety, but also allow him to work for him and earn some merit points.

That’s right!
Wang Xingping had no idea what Chen Xin had done.

At this moment, he was already immersed in the joy of his natal Horcrux being summoned.

And he also thought of an explanation for the change in color and appearance of his own Horcrux.

The previous natal Horcrux was not in its complete form, which could explain why he had tried so many times before but failed to summon it again.

Because his natal Horcrux is not complete yet!
After hearing this explanation, Wang Xingping felt even happier.

"Xingping, what is this?"

Just as Wang Xingping was stroking the mourning staff, Wang Zhibo, who saw the mourning staff condensed from nothing, finally couldn't help but ask.

"Oh, this, haha, can't be told."

Wang Xingping smiled.

"Although I can't tell you, I can let you, Brother Bo, see its effect...By the way, Brother Bo, Wang Cheng, stay away from me."

Wang Zhibo didn't understand what was going on, but he still obediently retreated ten meters.

But Wang Xingping was not satisfied with this and signaled them to retreat again.

After retreating thirty meters, Wang Xingping finally raised his staff.

Looking at Wang Xingping's appearance, Wang Zhibo and Wang Cheng were both curious about what would happen next.

What can that thing that appears out of nowhere like a mourning stick be used for!
With this thought in mind, Wang Zhibo saw from afar that Wang Xingping swung the mourning stick down.

A whisper mixed with the sound of water, worship, and baby laughter came into Wang Zhibo's ears.

Before he could wonder where the sound came from, he found that he couldn't breathe.

Although he used all his strength, his nose and mouth seemed to be sealed with cement, and not a breath of air could enter.

He wanted to ask for help, but after he opened his mouth he found that what he uttered was not a cry for help, but a whisper-like sound of worship.

Then he heard what came out of his own mouth.

"Bless me, my tree god, bless me, my tree god, bless me..."

Over and over again, the word "bless" came out of his mouth, but his voice did not fluctuate at all because of his suffocation!

Just like the him who is speaking and the him who is choking are not the same person!

Suddenly, Wang Zhibo understood.

These are all caused by the thing in Wang Xingping's hand. Wang Xingping, he will definitely be able to save himself.

But where is Wang Xingping?
Wang Zhibo couldn’t see it because a red mist appeared on the ancestral mountain.

The sound of babies laughing could be heard from the red fog, and short black shadows were moving through the red fog.

Wang Zhibo didn't dare to go in, but the feeling of suffocation became more and more severe, and he felt like his chest was about to explode.

Unable to wait any longer, Yin energy surged to his forehead. In a blink of an eye, Wang Zhibo's hair and beard turned white, and his eyes were covered with a layer of white turbidity.

Afterwards, Wang Zhibo saw Wang Xingping’s figure vaguely appearing in the red mist.

Taking a step forward, he ran towards Wang Xingping.

But the more he ran, the figure got farther and farther away from him.

Looking down, Wang Zhibo realized that he was running forward diagonally.

He wanted to correct his direction, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't run towards where Wang Xingping was.

At this time, the oxygen in Wang Zhibo's body became less and less due to this running, his face became more and more purple, and his steps became slower and slower.

Pfft!
Wang Zhibo fell to the ground and his vision became blurry.

In a trance, he saw the black shadows in the red fog walking out of the red fog.

Those were all children, with bruises all over their bodies.

They crawled in front of him and climbed onto his body.

The laughter grew louder and louder, drowning out the blessings he murmured.

"Is this, going to die..."

Wang Zhibo sighed in his heart.

"It's finally my turn..."

The darkness gradually eroded his vision. Everything in front of him was eroded by the darkness, even the sound!

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Wang Zhibo felt a warm current flowing into his shoulder.

The darkness quickly fled away under the drive of this heat current.

The red mist, the child, and the whispering voice disappeared.

It seemed that he could breathe again.

"Uhhh... huff... huff..."

Wang Zhibo's chest suddenly swelled up, and then rose and fell violently like a bellows.

"Brother Bo...Brother Bo..."

Turning his head, Wang Zhibo saw Wang Xingping, who was nervous and calling him constantly, and saw the blood and qi flowing into his body from Wang Xingping's palm. Although he was a member of the Yin Sect, he felt close to the blood and qi at this time.

"Are you okay, brother?"

Wang Zhibo smiled bitterly.

"It's okay now."

"That's fine, that's fine..."

After Wang Xingping finished speaking, he let go of Wang Zhibo and ran to the other side.

Wang Zhibo staggered and supported himself, then he saw where Wang Cheng was.

At this time, Wang Cheng was lying on the ground with a dazed look in his eyes.

However, when Wang Xingping took out a pill and stuffed it into Wang Cheng's mouth and used the power of qi and blood to help him swallow it, Wang Cheng's pale face began to turn red.

At the same time, the energy and blood in Wang Xingping's body were constantly flowing into Wang Cheng's body.

"Is that what I did just now..."

Wang Zhibo was stunned. He looked down and saw where he was. Every hair on his body stood up.

He had clearly run dozens or even hundreds of meters just now, but now there were only dense footprints within a one-meter radius under his feet.

It seemed that he had never left this small circle below him.

Looking up, Wang Zhibo looked at the mourning stick that Wang Xingping had stuck into the ground in the distance.

A cold wind blew, and the six black strips of paper on the stick fluttered in the wind.

In a trance, Wang Zhibo found that his breathing was becoming difficult again, and the murmuring sound started again.

Shocked, Wang Zhibo remembered Wancai Wang Xingping's instructions and immediately covered his ears.

But then he found out that this was totally useless!
Under the stimulation of Yin power, Wang Zhibo's body burst out with unprecedented strength, and he leaped five meters away.

After a few breaths, Wang Zhibo arrived at a position thirty meters away from his previous position and fifty meters away from the mourning stick.

Only then did he return to normal.

Seeing Wang Xingping holding Wang Cheng and coming towards him, Wang Zhibo asked again: "What exactly is that thing?"

Wang Xingping smiled awkwardly.

"Just treat this as a magic weapon."

As Wang Xingping spoke, he put Wang Cheng, who had returned to normal but had not yet woken up, on the ground.

"Brother Bo, you stay here and watch over Wang Cheng. I'll go alone from behind."

Wang Zhibo nodded silently.

Even if Wang Xingping asked him to go, he would not go.

With that magical weapon that attacks indiscriminately, he will never get close even a step!

Watching Wang Xingping run back, grab the mourning stick and head towards the distant grave, Wang Zhibo sighed again in his heart.

"What level is this guy in the Public Opinion Bureau?"

If Wang Zhibo initially guessed that Wang Xingping might be a senior team leader because of the thing that Wang Xingping arranged at home.

But now, he even wondered if Wang Xingping would be the top team leader!

But Wang Xingping follows the Yang School approach. If he is a top team leader, shouldn’t he use the Qi and Blood Furnace as a means?

If it wasn’t the top team leader, what was that mourning stick that appeared out of nowhere?
Wang Zhibo began to have wild thoughts, and suddenly he had the urge to go to the Public Opinion Survey Bureau to take a look.

In the past, he felt that it was unwise to join the Public Opinion Research Bureau and risk his life all day long.

But now, maybe joining the Poll Bureau would be a good choice?
……

While Wang Xingping was killing everyone with the Yin Shuai-level Ai Zhang, Chen Xin was controlling Huang Ying to wander around the ancestral mountain of Wangjia Village in the underworld.

After entering the crack, Chen Xin did not encounter any ghosts, not even a single ghost!

However, the scene he saw in the dark surprised him a little.

After entering the underworld through the 'door', the location you are in does not necessarily have much to do with the 'door' itself.

But this time when he entered the underworld through the crack, what Chen Xin saw were two ancestral mountains connected together, which were 80% similar to the reality!
The difference is that in reality, the coffins are in the graves.

In the underworld, coffins are all on graves.

Looking down from the top of the mountain, it was filled with coffins.

There are even two coffins stacked on top of each other in some graves, and this situation becomes more and more common as you get further down the mountain!

After a little thought, Chen Xin finally understood something.

This is a situation in which someone in reality builds a grave on top of someone else's grave. When it is reflected in the underworld, two coffins stacked on top of each other appear.

But if that is the case, then it certainly could not have been someone buried in recent decades.

Everyone buried in recent decades has a tombstone. Even if there is no money to erect a tombstone, there is still a grave mound. No one would be foolish enough to dig up someone else's grave.

This is disrespectful to the original owner of the grave, and also to the ancestors who are about to be buried!
But this situation still happened, which means that other people were buried at the foot of the ancestral mountain a long time ago.

Maybe it was a hundred years ago, maybe even longer.

With some curiosity, Chen Xin asked Huang Ying to come to the two coffins stacked on top of each other on the mountainside.

He jumped up and waved his little hand, and the coffin lid on top was blown away by Huang Ying.

But inside, it was empty.

"There are no ghosts..."

Chen Xin seemed to have thought of something and his brows furrowed even deeper.

At the same moment, Wang Xingping, who was about to reach the top of the mountain, suddenly saw the Yin energy erupting from the mountainside.

Without any hesitation, Wang Xingping turned around and headed straight for the mountainside.

When he arrived at the place, he saw the spot where the Yin energy erupted.

It was a grave, a grave that Wang Xingping had just dealt with.

But now, in front of Wang Xingping, a wandering soul emerged from the grave.

In the blink of an eye, the wandering soul had solidified into a fierce ghost, rushing towards Wang Xingping with evil spirits.

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(End of this chapter)