Chapter 139: Proper Utilization of Genius

Ye Xingzhou took out the jade slip and took a look at it. He had not received a response to the spiritual message he sent to Chao Fuyun.

Is the signal at the mass grave so bad?

This jade slip doesn't require any signal, it can be transmitted as long as there is spiritual energy.

Could it be that something happened to the eldest brother?

If he goes now, wouldn't it be like the Calabash Brothers trying to save their grandfather failing one after another?

Ye Xingzhou scratched his butt anxiously.

You must go, but you must also be prepared.

Mass grave, mass grave, just hearing it means there are a lot of corpses.

Famous and unknown people gathered together.

The mass grave is at the bottom of Tongyou Valley.

Tongyou Valley is located at the junction of the world of immortal cultivation and the world of demons. It never sees sunlight all year round, and dead bodies are thrown to the bottom of the valley.

He has something that might be useful.

Ye Xingzhou walked into the teleportation array.

Having experienced the teleportation array last time, although I felt dizzy this time, at least I could accept it.

Ye Xingzhou slowed down and looked around.

The blue sky that was clear just now turned gray, and thick fog spread, exuding a gloomy and cold air.

Black-feathered crows circled in the sky, and the air was filled with the smell of rotting corpses.

The fog was too thick, so to prevent miasma, he took a breath-holding pill.

It seems that the fog won't dissipate any time soon.

Ye Xingzhou took out a long rope from his storage bag and tied one end around his waist.

Ye Xingzhou fixed his eyes on a dead tree nearby and tied the other end to the dead tree stump.

He bowed before stepping in.

"Dear seniors, I am here to look for something. I will leave as soon as I find it. I will not disturb you from resting."

When you are out, it is better to be respectful to both people and ghosts. If the other party doesn't accept it, you can use your fists to treat them.

What Ye Xingzhou said was to use courtesy first and then force.

What's more, in addition to the world of immortals and the world of demons, there is also a world of ghosts.

Ye Xingzhou walked into the thick fog, and the cries of crows shook the silent air.

He vaguely heard some pecking sounds ahead, so he walked over to take a look.

My goodness, four vultures are pecking at a dead body, and the body is eaten into a bloody mess.

Ye Xingzhou didn't stay for long and continued to move forward.

All I could see were corpses and bones piled up on top of each other.

The red spider lily, as bright as blood jade, broke out of the skull, emitting a strange beauty in this desolate burial ground shrouded in thick fog.

This Lycoris radiata has a very strong vitality.

Ye Xingzhou withdrew his gaze, carefully avoiding the bones under his feet, and continued searching forward.

As I walked, there was always a cold wind blowing on my back, making me feel chilly.

Ye Xingzhou paused slightly, then returned to normal without looking back.

He recalled an incident when he was in college and there was a power outage one night, and his roommates were telling ghost stories in the dormitory.

As the saying goes, there are three fires in a person, two on the shoulders and one on the head.

If you hear someone calling you while walking at night and turn around, the fire on your shoulder will be blown out by a ghost.

Which ghost is so restless?

Ye Xingzhou was not afraid at all. He slowly took out the chamber pot from his storage bag and poured the liquid behind him.

When a boy's urine is used as a weapon, all ghosts will retreat.

This is thanks to the chamber pot, which he previously thought was the place where urine was stored.

The cold wind finally disappeared.

Ye Xingzhou continued to move forward, but not long after, he heard the sound of flesh being torn again.

Ye Xingzhou glanced sideways and saw four vultures gnawing on the corpse, the chest cavity of which had been eaten hollow.

Looks a little familiar.

Not long after he entered the mass grave, he saw four vultures gnawing on the corpses.

The same four vultures.

He walked and walked and finally returned to the starting point.

Ghost wall?

Ye Xingzhou pulled the rope tied firmly around his waist and continued to move forward.

In just half an incense stick of time, he saw the red spider lily again, and then returned to the dead tree stump.

Ye Xingzhou sat on a tree stump, looking at the thick fog and thinking about countermeasures.

It's not a ghost wall, it's a formation.

There is a trap formation here that makes him spin in place.

If he wants to enter the mass grave, he must first pass this formation.

Ye Xingzhou picked up a dead branch and held it in his hand, marking it as he walked.

He wants to find the center of the formation.

The formation is hidden underneath and is difficult to find because it is covered.

However, among the intermediate-level formations that Ye Xingzhou had memorized, there was one that could produce thick fog and trap cultivators and make them spin in place.

Ye Xingzhou recalled the appearance of the formation, counted his steps and began to look for the center of the formation.

The first time, he passed by the vulture, then the red spider lily, and returned to the starting wooden post.

The wooden stake is the center of the formation?

Ye Xingzhou tentatively drew his sword and poked it down, but apart from pulling out a fat worm growing in the wooden stake, the thick fog did not disappear.

That's strange.

He was clearly following the formation.

Ye Xingzhou didn't believe it and tried again. The second time, he returned to the starting point.

What went wrong.

Ye Xingzhou scratched his head and stood there in a daze, staring at the road disappearing into the thick fog.

This road.

Wait a minute.

His eyes deceived him.

Who says that the formation must follow the path under your feet?

The trapping formations are ever-changing, the thick fog is an illusion, and the road under your feet is also an illusion.

Both times he subconsciously followed the path he saw to find the center of the formation, but he fell into an illusion and failed and returned to the starting point.

Ye Xingzhou closed his eyes, turned off his spiritual sense and walked again.

Halfway through the journey, he stopped again.

He couldn't help but think back to the dead vultures he encountered on the road.

If you walk with your eyes closed, what if you step on a skull? What if you walk into a pile of vultures?

This sense of danger made him unable to control himself and follow the path he remembered.

Ye Xingzhou returned to the wooden stake, closed his five senses, turned around ten times, blurred his memory of the road, and began to walk and stop regularly to find the center of the formation.

Finally, he stopped at a place and poked the ground with the branch in his hand.

Ye Xingzhou released his five senses, and the scene beneath him changed drastically in an instant.

The sky was still gray and the fog had completely dissipated.

The bottom of the valley is full of nameless graves.

They are very densely packed, and most of them have no tombstones and are very simple.

Ye Xingzhou looked down at his feet and quickly jumped down.

He was stepping on a grave!

Which good person would set the center of the formation on the grave?

"Please don't blame me, senior. I accidentally stepped on the grass on the grave. Please forgive me, sir, for being so magnanimous."

Ye Xingzhou placed a spiritual fruit in front of the grave, and then reached out to pick up the flattened grass on the grave.

There was no tombstone on this grave, only a few blades of grass growing on the grave, which had just been flattened by him.

After picking up the grass, he looked around. It was unusually quiet, with only the occasional crow's cry.

It is very difficult for one person to find the entire bottom of the valley along this spine.

But what if we add a bunch of ghosts?

When you get to the mass grave, you can’t make proper use of the ghost talent.

Ye Xingzhou looked around and saw the piles of graves and thought it was feasible.

"Dear seniors, this is a small token of my appreciation."

After Ye Xingzhou finished speaking, he took out the enlarged incense stick.

When the incense is lit, the smell of fireworks fills the entire valley.

There are many nameless tombstones in mass graves, all forgotten, and no one usually offers tributes.

When Ye Xingzhou lit the incense, he noticed that the rising green smoke divided into wisps and lingered in front of each grave.

After eating, you have to work.

"I'm here to look for something, and I hope you seniors can give me some pointers."

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