I originally wanted Ding Sitian and the fat man to stay and I would go to find the old sheepskin, but Ding Sitian gritted her teeth and wanted to go with her. In desperation, the three of them had to go back together. At that time, we had a preconceived and subtle concept of the uncorrupted female corpse. Although we didn't say it, we used it as a female monster like the white bone demon in our subconscious mind. So before we knew it, we chanted "The golden monkey raised a thousand pounds, Yu Yu clarified Wanli, and today we cheered Sun Dasheng, because the demon atmosphere came back again." We encouraged each other as we thought about it. It was strange that there was no feeling of fear at all. It was obvious that the spiritual atomic bomb was really not blown out. I found the original way and quickly returned to the door of the secret room again.

The fat man was still muttering that all the reactionaries were paper tigers to give everyone courage. I held his mouth and said to him and Ding Sitian: "Do you feel that there are any changes nearby? It seems to be different from when we first came."

Ding Sitian is naturally sensitive: "It seems... it seems that the ghost in the secret room is gone, and there is no feeling of being so stunning when he comes this first time..."

She was right. I felt something strange in front of the secret room. The sense of deterrence coming from the darkness no longer existed. It was not because our spiritual atomic bomb added to our courage, but because the panic-wants in the secret room had disappeared. Could it be that the female corpse wearing a mask was no longer there?

The uneasiness of not knowing the truth is more uneasy than the direct threat. Instead of guessing in front of the door, it is better to see it as the truth and go in and see it. Thinking of this, the three of us called the old sheepskin's name a few times to the room. Without any response, we hugged each other tightly into the secret room, using the engineer's lighting tube, and it was still full of chaos. The dead ginseng and the rotten corpses were piled up everywhere. When we looked inside, we couldn't help but say "huh".

Things were unexpected. The witch with a mask was still lying calmly on the stone table. However, when you see it again this time, you can clearly feel that it is like the rest of the dead in the institute, just a soulless body. The power in the room, which seemed to be lingering in the ghost, had disappeared.

When we were too tired and asleep, something must have happened here. I took Fatty and Ding Sitian to look at the rest of the room. There was no old Sheepskin in the secret room. The rotten and white Yang Erdan, wearing black clothes and red ribbons, was still flat on the ground. The fat man guessed smartly: "The Old Sheepskin may be afraid of holding his reasoning struggle meeting, but the soles of his feet were oiled--slipping. I think it is most likely that he will escape to the border and seek cream bread to the Soviet Xiu."

I shook my head and said, "Impossible. If he wanted to surrender to the enemy and rebel, he wouldn't come to this secret room again. When we left, I clearly remembered to kick the Wong Tai Sin's box into the corner, but look, why is the copper box missing? It must be that the old sheepskin came back and took it away."

Ding Sitian asked worriedly: "What is the old Sheepskin doing this for? Where is he now?"

I said, "Maybe he still hides something from us about the soul-summoning box..." When I said this, I suddenly thought that there was no feeling of ghost energy in this secret room. It was probably because the yellow-skinned copper box was gone. Maybe from the beginning, we made a subjective and wrong judgment, because when we saw the female corpse in this secret room, we felt that there seemed to be a dead wandering here. However, in fact, the cold and cold atmosphere that made people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of our hearts all came from the copper box with a yellow-skinned head. The copper box was taken away by the old sheepskin, so there was no invisible atmosphere in the secret room.

So far, we cannot know what was in the box, but it seems to be a bad thing, and we can't think of the motive for the old sheepskin. Could it be that the corpse in this secret room is not Yang Erdan at all? Otherwise, how could the old sheepskin leave him alone? No matter what the old sheepskin wants, he is now a very dangerous uncertain factor.

I said to Fatty and Ding Sitian: "I don't know where the old sheepskin is now. The terrain of Baiyan Cave is complex and full of dangers. Just relying on the three of us, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Let's withdraw first and then discuss the solution."

The fat man said, "Before leaving, I will keep the fire here, so as not to leave any disaster." He was unfaithful about setting fires, and without waiting for others to agree, he went to find the fire. There were wooden strips in this secret room, and he pulled a piece of white cloth for the cover, found some alcohol and poured it on, and immediately lit the fire.

I thought it would be fine if it was burned. The dust returned to the dust, and the soil returned to the soil. The corpse that had not been rotten for a hundred years may not be the wish of the deceased. They would burn the body so that they would not be kept as ugly. Seeing the fire gradually increasing, we had to start to exit the secret room. When the female corpse entered, I could no longer control my curiosity. There should be no danger. I wanted to see why the dead were wearing masks, so I used Kangxi's sword to pick off the mask that covered the female corpse's face. Unexpectedly, when I saw that the corpse had no face. A big hole was dug under the mask, which looked extremely terrifying.

I only looked at it and felt terrible. At this time, Ding Sitian saw me rubbing behind me, so she turned around to look at me. I quickly said to her not to look back, but after she finished speaking, she also saw the hole in the face of the female corpse, and was so scared that she was stunned on the spot.

I suddenly moved my heart. There might be something strange about this shameless female corpse, but it was too late to watch it again. The raging tongue of fire had swallowed the witch's body. In fact, it was a corpse, but it was just a human skin. In the blink of an eye, it was burned to ashes. Only the metal mask emitted a strange golden red brilliance in the fire.

Unexpectedly, the fire spread and it was very fierce. The smoke surging in the underground passage. The fat man and I grabbed Ding Sitian, who was frightened. The three of us smoked and suddenly left. We stopped until we returned to the ground building gate. We discussed where to go next.

I just ran too fast, and the wound on my shoulder was vaguely hurting again. I covered the wound and said to the fat man and others: "Under the Yellow Pie ​​Temple in Northeast China, two weasels were buried in human skin. The dead man's hollowed-out body was like a coffin of human skin. I just saw that the witch's body was also empty. The mask may be a place for the old yellow Piezi to stay in the human skin. It hides in the human skin to pretend to be a ghost and bewitch people's hearts. That's the case. It seems that the yellow Piezi tomb in Tuanshanzi in Daxinganling is almost completely imitating the replica of this Hundred Eye Cave, but the scale is too small."

The fat man suddenly realized: "It turns out that the ghost yamen in Tuanshanzi is a fake, and this Hundred Eyes Cave is the entrance to the underworld? Should we put another fire to burn the mountain and destroy the exit so that the resentful souls and hungry ghosts inside will crawl out to try to seize power and change the sky, and then bring the working people into the fire pit."

In folk legends in the northeast, there are caves on the mountain towering stone beasts. The deep part is the gateway to the underworld. After a person dies, a wisp of ghosts will not disperse and they will go to that place. It is the world of the dead. The cities and towers inside are no different from the world, but they are just the world of the dead and do not belong to the living.

If I talk about whether there are ghosts in the world, my attitude has been a little blurred recently, because some things are really difficult to understand. However, when it comes to the underworld with heavy pavilions and palaces, I will never believe it. When I heard the fat man say this, I cursed: "Nonsense, broad daylight, the world is bright, and there is no gate to the underworld. The so-called ghost yamen is just a large tomb of burials. Many dead people are buried inside, and it is spread more and more evil, and it is said to be a dark world where the undead gathers."

Ding Sitian said: "When I was a child, I heard my grandmother tell many stories about water and land maps. There were many tortures in the underworld. What impressed me the most was a young wife who was stuffed into the stone-milled eyes by the little ghosts, and it was crushed into meat and blood foam. A black dog was grinding the edges and blood, and the uncleaned minced meat flowed into a clay pot. In the next life, it would turn into maggots, mosquitoes and flies for the world to slap. The upper body of the young wife who was half-grinded was still alive. My grandmother said that women who were unfilial to their elders would end up like this after death. At that time, I really scared me and had goose bumps all over my body. That kind of underworld is simply terrible. I hope that the old sheepskin grandfather did not run into the ghost yamen in the back mountain."

The fat man said: "Si Tian, ​​why are you becoming more and more timid? Even if there is really an underworld in the world, we revolutionary materialists will kill Yama after 100,000 flags, and post big-character posters to him, and fight against the King of Hell."
Chapter completed!