Wu Jinlan finally tucked away those bones, saying they would be the dwelling places for the ghosts of Ding Ruipo, and needed to be disposed of properly.
Ding Raihe, digging up human bones to reconstruct his face.
These people, willing to die at the hands of Ding Ruihe, perfectly match what Lao Gong said: "One man gets enlightened and his chickens and dogs fly to heaven."
Could they be ordinary people?
Ding Ruihe's bone appearance is perfect in every way, perfectly corresponding to the fact that the people she dug up bones from must be outstanding in some field, with excellent bone appearance and outstanding strength.
I didn't think deeply enough before, but now, delving deeper, those who would be willing to "be dependent" on Ding Ruihe must be yin-yang masters with a certain level of strength. Only they can understand the "importance" of becoming an immortal and ascending to heaven.
That's why Wu Jinluan hates Ding Ruipe so much!
No wonder those yin-yang masters can be so unified!
Only, Wu Jinlan and others are unwilling to talk about this matter, and even though I have understood it, it's still not good to talk about it too much.
In just a short while, they arrived outside the bamboo forest.
The sky had already darkened, and the night sky was dotted with stars. It was not as clear as the center of the cemetery, but it was also more realistic.
I signaled for Wu Jinlan and the others to wait outside, and I went into the bamboo forest alone. Lao Gong watched around me with a vigilance on my shoulder.
In the dimly lit areas, there were many Luanhou hanging upside down.
But they did not appear, always presenting a human-like form.
Under normal circumstances, they would have attacked me long ago!
Indeed, the aura not only subdues the zombies but also can subdue them.
My ragged and torn clothes were mostly covered in the blood of Luanhou. Eating too many Luanhou these days had caused my breath to carry a meaty odor.
"Their spirits are not as powerful as those in the fengshui ground," Lao Gong said, sounding very disdainful. "It must be some that Ding Ruipe brought out, propagated and formed a group. It's meaningless and tasteless, even when roasted."
"Show the way," I interrupted his chatter.
Lao Gong, however, looked around and started to point out the location to me.
Wu Jinluan and others clustered at the entrance of the bamboo forest, listening to Lao Gong's words and watching my walking direction.
Suddenly, I thought of it: This bamboo forest is somewhat similar to the lowest version of a zombie forest?
Of course, the layout of the zombie forest is more exquisite. If one walks wrong, people become trees. But if one takes a wrong path in this bamboo forest, who knows what will happen.
I thought about it for a moment and realized it might be a trap or mechanism.
The thing that prevents people from forcibly passing through is the fierce zombie lurking in the shadows.
His aura locked onto me last time, but this time, he hasn't appeared yet.
And in the zombie forest, what restricts people is not only the living trees themselves, but also the fierce ghosts hanging from tall trees.
This suggests even more clearly that Ding Ruipo had reached the bamboo forest before. She should have stopped there, not having discovered the divine path in the water.
The depth of the bamboo forest is only about 70 to 80 meters. At the end of the forest, which is not actually the end, indeed, it conforms to the layout of the zombie forest. Inside is a circular area.
However, the center is not a water pool, but a row of tomb mounds.
Each tombstone is inscribed with the name of a Ding family member and their generation.
To a large extent, the condition of the tomb can be judged from the soil. I walked to a new tomb at the back of the place, in front of a newly dug grave.
"To be honest, the old witch is still concerned about Qin Waizi. Is this what we call loving and killing each other?" Lao Gong mumbled.
"That dishonors Old Qin," I said.
"That's true," Lao Gong said, "But he died early, and the old witch still can't forget him. She buried Qin Taizi here as if she were showing off to him every day, you see? The wrong thing you touch becomes like this. And compare yourself to me? I'm not just alive, but also achieve the ultimate goal of the master, and I don't even die." Lao Gong kept on talking with pops.
"What about the fierce ghosts?" I didn't take up Lao Gong's question and frowned, scanning around again.
Indeed, I have made some progress, but it is more from spiritual insights. The threat from the fierce ghosts is still significant, and they need to be treated with care.
"It's really strange, has he disappeared? I can't sense his threat either. There are only some old corpses here, no fierce ghosts." Lao Gong also scanned around.
"Ding Ruipe died, did he run away?" I asked Lao Gong.
"The old witch is dead, the fierce ghost won't know, though the effect of the human death charm will dissipate. But I think it's not a charm that controls the fierce ghost. In any case, it's really strange." Lao Gong chewed his lips before saying, "I'll go and bring in Xiao Wu and the others to search carefully. Maybe it's after summoning the Luanhou that the fierce ghost will appear? He might be sleeping in some tomb somewhere now."
I nodded, agreeing to Lao Gong's plan.
Of course, I did not stop in front of the newly dug grave with no tombstone for too long. Instead, I walked close to the bamboo forest. If Wu Jinluan and the others come in and the Luanhou cause chaos, I can deal with it.
However, no unexpected incidents occurred. Wu Jinlan and the others entered the bamboo forest safely and walked up to my side.
As they saw the full grave mounds, each of the masters' eyes carried a thick sense of anger and resentment.
"Let's not rush to dig these graves. Look, can you see that unmarked grave? Dig it open for my lord, and then you can do whatever you want." Lao Gong continued to give instructions.
Wu Jinlan and the others immediately obeyed and stepped forward to start digging.
The masters were all carrying foldable shovels and quickly began digging with them.
With so many people, the grave was quickly flattened, and after digging about a meter deep, a coffin was seen.
The coffin surface was covered with a dense array of charm papers, with copper powder mixed in the drawings, as well as another unknown powder.
Along with Wu Jinluan, the masters' eyes all carried a hint of alertness.
I waved my hand, indicating that they could disperse.
Wu Jinluan and the others then bowed their hands and retreated.
"The old witch is indeed capable. She sealed the three corpse bugs." Lao Gong praised again before saying, "It's a pity that she couldn't live much longer."
I heaved a deep, weary breath and paid no attention to Lao Gong's underworld jest.
I jumped down to the side of the grave pit and stuck my high heaven sword at an angle into the gap between the coffin lid and the lid. After loosening the nails that sealed the coffin, I pushed up with all my might, hearing a creaking sound as the coffin lid was opened.
Moonlight shone on the body of the corpse inside the coffin.
Fine, fluffy feathers cover the body, arms, not as dense as Ding Ruipe's but also lifelike.
Although one of his arms was charcoal-like, it was because of the hand gesture that caused the heavenly thunder to strike the corpse.
On Old Qin's face, there were three charms stuck on, each giving off a strong aura.
Indeed, it is his divided soul, all of which were collected by Ding Ruipe!
At this moment, the paper charms below were now emitting a subtle surge of energy, as if I had broken the coffin, the three corpse bugs were beginning to stir again, about to break through the top of the charms!
"Master, we need to suppress it, otherwise if his soul disperses further, it will be difficult to bring him back!" Lao Gong immediately reminded me, "It might be that you have to first sacrifice the Xie Yiyu jade tablet, and then send him to the Xian Dong Mountain!"
I leaped forward, entered the coffin, and landed inside.
The Xie Yiyu jade tablet, indeed, can suppress the three corpse toxins.
However, it is impossible to leave this thing on Old Qin's body.
A man is innocent, but a jewel brings guilt, let alone a corpse?
I sliced across my palm with the high heaven sword, spilling a lot of blood. I pressed Old Qin's head and wiped it downward, the blood soaking into the charms, gradually calming the surge of the three corpse bugs...
