Chapter 185 Life and Death Are Only Five Breaths Away

Chapter 185 Life and Death Are Only Five Breaths Away

Chapter 185: Life and Death Are Only Five Breaths Away
The little girl wants to cook.

To cook for her family of mermaids.

She looted from house to house in this evil village.

Chen Huangpi didn't know whether she was using the villagers' time to cook or using something else to cook.

He only knew that the little girl had discovered him.

I looked over here through the evil eye.

Throughout the ages, Chen Huangpi has met many monks and gods.

No matter how powerful those beings are.

It was also impossible to follow his evil eye.

The little girl is the bait on the fishing rod.

But what kind of bait is so scary?

"Isn't she a fairy?"

The brass lamp said timidly: "Although I have never seen the temple master's fishing rod, it is definitely not an ordinary item. The bait used for fishing must also have a great origin. Can you see her cultivation level?"

Chen Huangpi shook his head and said, "It's completely invisible now."

During the day, the little girl's cultivation level was only Golden Elixir.

It behaves harmlessly to humans and animals.

Tai Yizi only dared to kill her during the day.

But it was night.

Chen Huangpi really couldn't see through the little girl's cultivation level.

What puzzled him the most was...

The other party doesn't seem to be evil.

The brass lamp was shocked and frightened, and said indignantly: "If we were in the Shiwan Mountains, we could still ask the temple master for help, but this ghost place seems to be the product of a certain powerful person's cave world."

"I can't even feel my clone."

Even when in the outside world, the connection between the brass oil lamp and the clone was not blocked.

It's only when you are in the Yellow Springs that you can't feel it.

Because at least the Ten Thousand Mountains are still on earth.

"That old guy Tai Yizi said that he came to the Shiwan Mountains to seek the protection of the temple master, but he ran into a Taoist wearing a golden mask who was poisoning the river. Could it be that this hellhole was also created by that Taoist?"

The more the brass oil lamp thought about it, the more strange it felt: "To be able to refine so many Sky Poison Pills and dare to do such a thing, he must be a great man with a heavenly cultivation. Could the world we are in now be related to that Taoist?"

It's not impossible.

But Chen Huangpi didn't want to think about these things right now.

There are too few clues to make any inferences.

Even if it is deduced, it may not solve the current situation.

Think of this.

Chen Huangpi lowered his voice and said, "Huang Er, if it really doesn't work, you can turn into an evil spirit."

Deal with the little girl alone.

He really had no confidence in his heart, but if he could transform into the evil Nine Nether Divine Lamp, he might still be able to fight.

The brass oil lamp said vigilantly, "Chen Huangpi, you want to trick me into practicing the Dog Taming Sutra again, right?"

Although you will become powerful after becoming evil, your mind will be distorted.

The only way is to control yourself with the Dog Sutra.

But I finally got the opportunity to make lamps.

Be a dog again...

As if he could see the worry in Huang Tong Oil Lamp, Chen Huangpi said seriously: "After this matter is over, I will definitely release you from the Dog Taming Sutra. If you don't believe me, you and I can sign a document in the Soul Seal Book."

"You said it as if I could do nothing to you if you breach the contract."

The brass oil lamp rolled its eyes and refused, "Don't even think about it. I don't know how to practice the dog-taming sutra."

It is easy to become evil.

But it depends on the situation.

Right now, the brass oil lamp doesn't want to become evil.

Because it felt that even if it became an evil being, it might still be unable to do anything to the little girl.

Moreover, once you become evil, you can never change back unless you return to Jingxian Temple.

What if something goes wrong then?

There is really no other way.

"If I don't do evil, I can still live and die with you."

The brass oil lamp whispered, "Give me some time to think it over. I think there is a way to break the impasse."

"Huang Er, I can't think of it, can you?"

"Nonsense, haven't you heard a saying?"

"What?"

“A dog’s eye can see things that a human’s eye cannot.”

The brass oil lamp sneered and said, “Just because you can’t think of it doesn’t mean I can’t think of it.”

"Well, I'm definitely not as good as you in this regard."

Chen Huangpi had no choice but to trust the brass oil lamp.

He has only ridden dogs, never been a dog.

Since they can’t see what Huang Er can see, they naturally can’t think of the solutions that Huang Er can think of.

Take back most of the evil eyes.

Only a few were left outside to serve as a warning.

Chen Huangpi returned to the main hall where the east and west rooms were sealed with bricks, stones and mud, and where an altar was enshrined.

Close the door carefully.

Chen Huangpi didn't know what Tai Yizi meant when he told him that this house was a good hiding place.

Such houses are everywhere in Zhenxie Village.

But those houses didn't seem to block the little girl.

The most important thing is that, apart from the fact that the evil eye cannot see through the house, Chen Huangpi really didn’t notice anything else strange.

"Could that spirit tablet be a magic weapon?"

Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "I don't want to just sit there and wait for death. I might as well investigate. Maybe there will be a chance of a turnaround."

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi walked to the spirit tablet.

The memorial tablet is painted red.

The spirit tablet of Wang Dayong, the eighth son of the Wang family, was written in white ink on it.

This place was weird, and Chen Huangpi didn't want to touch it with his hands, so he activated the power of the magic tree, transformed it into a branch, held it in his hand, and pulled it at the spirit tablet.

Bang...

The spirit tablet fell on the table.

"Chen Huangpi!!"

The brass oil lamp's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly shouted, "What are you doing?"

"nothing……"

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "I thought there was something strange about this spirit tablet, but it turns out I was overthinking it."

Hear this.

The brass oil lamp couldn't help but roll his eyes.

That spirit tablet is just a spirit tablet.

This house is just a house.

The only strange thing was the two rooms on the left and right that were sealed off.

But at this moment.

Bang...

"Chen Huangpi!!!"

"It's really not me this time..."

"Not you?"

The brass oil lamp looked carefully and saw Chen Huangpi standing there obediently without any movement.

The spirit tablet also lay quietly on the table.

But there was indeed a bang just now, as if something fell to the ground.

Is there someone else in this room...

The tangerine peel and the brass oil lamp looked at each other.

The faces of both of them turned extremely pale.

"Huang Er, stop shaking. Your lamp oil is about to come out."

"Benjia, it's you who's shaking."

The brass oil lamp said in horror: "Did you hear where that sound came from?"

"It seems to be behind the wall on the left..."

Chen Huangpi had just finished speaking.

Sudden……

Bang...

The sound of the thing falling to the ground was heard again.

"Go over and have a look!"

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and walked over.

There are three rooms in this house. The one on the left side of the main hall is naturally the west room. The sound came from behind the door which was sealed with bricks and stones and the seams were filled with mud.

Bang...

"Right inside."

Chen Huangpi whispered, "Huang Er, I'm going to break down this wall. You stand guard for me."

As the saying goes, I will not allow others to sleep soundly on my bed.

Chen Huangpi is now hiding in this strange house.

If he didn't figure out what was in the west room, he would feel really unsure.

Boom!
Chen Huangpi punched the wall.

But what was unbelievable to him was that after his punch, the wall remained intact.

"let me!"

The brass oil lamp opened its mouth and spurted out a stream of real fire.

The flame was red and white in color.

It has merged the power of its two clones. Even if a god comes into contact with this true fire, he will be burned to ashes in an instant.

However, it was no use.

Real fire cannot burn this wall.

"This……"

The brass oil lamp was dumbfounded: "This wall is obviously made of ordinary materials, how come it seems to be indestructible like our Jingxian Temple."

At this moment, the sound of something falling to the ground was heard again.

"Let me try this."

As Chen Huangpi said this, he slapped the Soul-Catching Book hard.

A mattock flew out and fell into his hands.

This mattock was given to Chen Huangpi by the ghost gods when he was in the underworld. It was specifically used to dig out the jade that can bring back the dead.

Although there is no strange power.

But it is indestructible.

Sometimes, it is even more useful than the Dongxu Divine Sword.

Chen Huangpi held the mattock and started to chisel at the wall.

Wow…

A hole was immediately chiseled out of the wall by the mattock.

call……

Chen Huangpi blew away the smoke and dust.

Following the hole, I saw the mysterious scene inside the west room.

The west room was pitch black.

But at this moment.

A dim light suddenly came on.

With the help of the dim light, Chen Huangpi saw that not only the door of the west room was sealed, but even the windows were sealed from the inside, and there were talismans pasted everywhere.

Those talisman papers also have the function of isolating the invasion of external evil.

However, Chen Huangpi didn’t feel as good as Tai Yizi’s arrangement.

The west room is not big.

There was a bed inside, covered with a curtain.

There was an oil lamp next to the bed.

The oil lamp was covered with copper rust...

It's a bronze oil lamp...

The brass oil lamp panicked and said quickly: "This is the bronze oil lamp in the tomb of the buried gods. How come there is one here?"

At that time, when entering the tomb of the god.

It and Chen Huangpi discovered that the place was very similar to the old one.

Countless bronze oil lamps suppressed Yi Qingzhou in the deepest part of the God Burial Tomb.

Those bronze oil lamps cannot be moved.

Otherwise, the evil Yi Qingzhou will come out from inside.

Chen Huangpi said: "Golden Sky Lantern, Nine Nether God Lantern, could there really be a third lantern..."

"impossible!"

The brass oil lamp said, "This thing is the same as the one in the God Burial Tomb. They both look like me, but they are actually nothing like me. This is a dead object. The temple master would not create such a thing."

"What if someone else made it?"

Chen Huangpi whispered, "The Taoist wearing the golden mask can make the Heavenly Poison Pill, and maybe he can also make something like this, so there are bronze oil lamps in this ghost place."

"If that's the case, then wouldn't the God Burial Tomb also be his work?"

The brass oil lamp sneered and said, "You must be overthinking it. Yi Qingzhou is also an immortal. Apart from the master of the temple, who dares to treat him like that?"

"But……"

Chen Huangpi was about to speak.

Suddenly, an old and skinny arm with no visible muscles stretched out from behind the curtain and knocked the bronze oil lamp to the ground.

Bang...

Then, the hand pulled open a corner of the curtain.

An old man with all his hair and teeth fallen out, a hunched body, and as skinny as a dried-out corpse, tilted his head and stared at Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp that were lying on the hole in the wall and looking at him.

The old man opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But the next second, he died.

Then, something unexpected happened to Chen Huangpi.

The moment the old man breathed his last.

Everything in the room seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and time was flowing backwards.

The bronze oil lamp that had fallen to the ground returned to its original place.

The curtains were also drawn.

Then the room fell into darkness.

Then, the dim lights came on.

A hand reached out from behind the curtain and knocked over the bronze oil lamp.

Bang...

Repeat, repeat…

Repeat again...

Chen Huangpi counted silently: "Five breaths, this person only has five breaths. He is trapped in the last five breaths before death. But why didn't I hear the banging sound when I came in earlier?"

"Could it be that because I knocked over the spirit tablet, he knew there was someone else in my room, so he tried to get my attention?"

"Look, this old man is waving at us."

Brass Oil Lamp asked, "Is he going to let us in?"

(End of this chapter)