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Chapter 269

Everyone was speechless when they heard this, staring at each other, not understanding what Huo Jilin meant.

"Master Huo, don't scare me, isn't this the Tomb of King Xian?"

Shirley Yang on the side took out a map from her backpack and looked at it carefully.

"Yes, we crossed the river and entered the tomb entrance. Now we should be at the location of the Tomb of King Xian, that's right."

"Or have we already passed it?"

Huo Jilin shook his head and then spoke softly. Although his voice was not loud, a sense of crisis arose from everyone's hearts.

"Do you remember how far we walked underground when we went down into the tomb?"

Hu Bayi held his chin and frowned, saying, "Brother Huo, what you said is indeed a little wrong."

"We entered the tomb from the outside, and although we encountered a bunch of monsters and ghosts and ran for a while, if you think about it carefully, we basically moved horizontally."

"There are actually very few ways to go underground, and it's probably only a few meters deep."

"We are in an underground tomb at the moment, and this bronze statue is so big, it must be at least fifteen meters?"

Heilong also looked up at the huge bronze statue with a solemn expression.

He felt more and more that he dared not look directly at the bronze statue.

There was an inexplicable panic in his heart.

Huo Jilin agreed and said, "That's right. We only went down a few meters. How could we possibly fit this Taoist bronze statue that is more than ten meters tall?"

Looking up, Huo Jilin continued, "Besides, it's also very deep."

At this time, suddenly an old and ethereal voice sounded from somewhere and reached everyone's ears...

This voice was very old and seemed extremely vicissitudes of life, giving people the illusion of having spanned more than a thousand years of time and space.

"I sincerely pay my respects. I am located in the Northern Palace and my duties are in Youdu. I am in charge of judging life and death, rewarding the good and punishing the evil without missing a single thing, judging merits and demerits, and punishing the wicked and praising the good without bias."

Hua Han heard the voice of a stranger around him, and instantly drew out a bright silver long knife, looking for danger around, but finally found that no one came out.

"Oh my god, Master Huo, is it the statue that is speaking?!"

Hu Bayi stared at the statue with a serious expression, and said, "The voice is indeed coming from the statue."

"Brother Huo, what is the statue saying?"

"It's the Baogao." Huo Jilin said calmly.

"Baogao?" Everyone was confused and didn't understand what Huo Jilin was saying.

"What is Baogao?"

Huo Jilin explained, "Baogao in Taoism refers to the meaning of the holy will conveyed by the gods. The parallel prose praising the gods is one of the specific styles of Taoism."

"I have studied some Taoist magic and visited some masters of famous mountains before, so I know a little bit."

"The Baogao that the statue just chanted is the Fengdu Baogao, which is used to chant the Fengdu Emperor."

Wang Kaixuan shuddered when he heard this.

"Fengdu? No way! Isn't that a ghost town!"

As we all know, according to rumors, Fengdu is a ghost town. Many wild ghosts who have not been reincarnated regard it as their home. At 3:15 in the morning, when the yin energy is at its peak, some evil ghosts can even break through the shackles of Fengdu and come to the human world to do whatever they want.

"Why did we come to this place inexplicably? Could it be that... we have become ghosts?"

Thinking of the extremely dangerous battles just now, several people almost died, Wang Kaixuan seemed to understand something.

"Is this the eighteen levels of reincarnation hell? Fatty, I have done too many bad things in my life, and I am punished for endless reincarnations. This is the most painful place!"

Speaking of this, Wang Kaixuan held his head and wailed, almost crying.

"Wuwuwuwu, Fatty, I haven't lived enough! Lord Fengdu, please let me reincarnate. I will be a good person in the next life!"

"Okay, Fatty, stop crying and shouting. We are not sure whether we are dead or not."

Hua Han covered his aching leg and refused to believe that he was dead.

Hu Bayi frowned, and seemed not to agree with this statement.

"But if you have been reincarnated in the ghost world, how can you have such a self-conscious thought?"

"Hu Bayi, do you have matches or... cigarettes?"

Huo Jilin looked at the bronze statue and asked Hu Bayi on the side.

Hu Bayi took out his pocket and took out a box of Camel cigarettes and a box of matches.

"Brother Huo, this mystery is right in front of you, and you are in the mood to smoke?"

Crack...

Huo Jilin held the cigarette holder in his mouth, rubbed the match in his hand, and lit a cigarette.

"Hiss, huh..."

A thick stream of white smoke came out of Huo Jilin's mouth, and the smoke from the cigarette in his hand went straight up.Floating upward.

"Master Huo, it's tragic, too tragic!" Wang Kaixuan raised his thumb with tears on the side.

"Knowing that our brothers are dead, we should accept it calmly and smoke a cigarette by the way, manly! Real manly!"

Huo Jilin ignored Wang Kaixuan at all.

His grandfather was also a Taoist priest, but he was not a famous orthodox one, and should be considered a branch of Taoism.

But he was also a practitioner, so Huo Jilin knew so many Taoist methods.

Grandpa once said that if you are trapped in a desperate situation and have no magic weapon at hand, only three things can save you.

One is boy's urine, two is cheap cigarettes, and three is life-threatening blood.

This cheap cigarette is strong and has a strong smell. It can choke people and ghosts.

But in fact, it has another effect-it can make people see clearly the situation around them, whether it is the human world or the ghost world.

"Take a cheap cigarette and blow out the direction-asking smoke."

"White smoke is in the world of the living, green smoke is in the underworld."

Muttering to himself, Huo Jilin flicked the ash and took another puff.

He looked at the green smoke, which was like a long stick, floating straight up half a meter and then disappeared out of thin air.

"If the green smoke does not move, the evil spirit is still far away."

"Green smoke is often erratic, and ghosts are in front of us."

Huo Jilin blew the green smoke with a whoosh. To everyone's surprise, he blew air into the smoke from his mouth, and the smoke did not move at all, and was not affected at all, floating straight up.

"If the smoke moves, people can move, and this place is not dangerous."

"If people blow the smoke and it does not move, they will definitely enter the gates of hell."

Hu Bayi clenched his fists, his hands were full of cold sweat, and he stared at the cigarette in Brother Huo's hand nervously.

"Comrades... this time, we really saw a ghost."

Heilong and Ali were also very nervous. Ali even asked: "Master Huo, that means we are dead now, and we are not in the tomb of King Xian at this moment, but as ghosts, in the underworld?"

Huo Jilin threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, saying coldly: "No."

"We are living people who were dragged to the underworld."