The people following behind were surprised. Did this little brother live here forever? It was as if he could walk here with his eyes closed!

The rain soaked his hair, and bunches condensed on his forehead. Jiang Yang panted violently.

"Foreman Wu, do you have any fire tips?" Jiang Yang asked.

"Yes!" Foreman Wu quickly took out the fire sticks and lit a fire. At this moment, the orange-red firelight shone in the Dharma Hall, reflecting the pale faces of everyone who were almost frightened.

Jiang Yang took a glance and saw that there were seven people left.

The others were either separated or killed by ghosts, but he couldn't care less.

Jiang Yang hadn't had time to come over and take a look at this Dharma Hall before, but he was suddenly startled when he was caught in the light of Huo Zhezi.

In the middle of the hall, there was a black lacquered coffin, which was still unsealed. The lid of the coffin was tilted, exposing one corner.

Looking inside, it was dark, and I could vaguely see a corpse wearing Taoist uniform.

At this time, the entire Dharma hall was in a mess, and everything seemed to have been looted. Even the ranking of the ancestors could not be seen.

Jiang Yang's expression changed on the spot, this was really bad!

I originally thought that there was still something left in this abandoned Taoist temple, but when I came in and took a look, I didn't even see any hair. The altar where the magical instruments were originally placed was even cleaner than a dog licking it!

"What should we do now?" All the craftsmen were completely frightened.

Jiang Yang couldn't help but ask: "Foreman Wu, didn't you say that this Taoist temple was very popular at that time? Why didn't even a single magic weapon remain?"

"After the old Taoist priest died, a group of disciples separated their families. The old Taoist priest was placed in a coffin and no one mourned him. I am afraid that all the magical weapons were divided up."

Jiang Yang's eyes darkened when he heard this, what kind of disciples are these?

He looked at the coffin. Could it be that the ghost was an old Taoist priest?

But he soon denied this speculation. The body was still inside. If it was an old Taoist priest, he probably hadn't come out of the coffin yet.

Moreover, the corpse in the coffin was wearing a Taoist uniform, not a red one.

So where did this ghost come from?

"Look around to see if there is anything else useful!"

"Okay!" Everyone was at a loss at this time. As soon as Jiang Yang gave the order, they naturally seemed to have a backer and hurriedly looked around.

At this moment, a craftsman lifted up the yellow cloth under the altar and suddenly exclaimed: "I found a talisman!"

"talisman?" Jiang Yang rushed forward and saw that the craftsman was indeed holding an old yellow talisman with someone's footprints on it. It seemed to be of little value to the Taoist priests, but he didn't know if it was of any use.

.

"Try it against the door." Jiang Yang said quickly, "Maybe you can block the ghost in red!"

"Oh, okay!" The craftsman quickly took the talisman, closed the door, and then sealed the door of the Dharma Hall.

The next moment, a dark wind blew, and the talisman fell to the ground on the spot.

"It...can't be attached!" the craftsman said in horror.

"Dip it with saliva!" Foreman Wu immediately shouted.

"Oh!" The craftsman quickly wiped his saliva on the door.

Boom! Boom!

Everyone suddenly heard a strange noise coming from outside the door.

"No!" Foreman Wu's expression changed, "That ghost is trying to break down the door!"

Jiang Yang's eyes were fixed on the door of the Dharma Hall. The door of the Dharma Hall seemed to be hit by a huge force. He only heard a "dong" sound. This sound also seemed to hit everyone's hearts.

It made everyone breathless.

But what made everyone happy was that they saw the talisman affixed to the door of the Dharma Hall lit up.

The door is not open!

At the same time, the sounds outside the Dharma Hall seemed to gradually fade away.

At this time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I was still in shock, I finally had some breathing space.

"Little brother." At this time, Foreman Wu also breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Jiang Yang, "You are the one who woke us up tonight, right?"

"If it weren't for little brother, we would have died in the attic before. Wu Zhong would like to thank you all in advance!"

"Foreman Wu." Jiang Yang's face was a little gloomy. For him, instead of being sucked to death by the evil ghost and giving it strength, it would be better to leave a few alive and three cobblers to support Zhuge Liang.

Apart from anything else, it would be good if it could embolden myself. Otherwise, on this heavy rainy night, facing such a fierce ghost alone would scare me to death, so why talk about breaking the situation?

He just said in a deep voice: "It's too early to say thank you now, let's spend tonight first."

"Yes, yes." Foreman Wu finally calmed down.

Everyone was sitting in the Dharma Hall, their faces pale, panting, and taking a short rest.

"Foreman." A younger craftsman said with a depressed face, "Three sons, Uncle Fulin and the others are all dead!"

"I know!" Foreman Wu looked gloomy.

There were twelve of them in total, and half of them died in just a moment.

How can I explain to my neighbors when I go back?

However, he looked at the talisman on the door. It should be safe now, right?

As long as we can wait until dawn, everything will be fine.

"I told you not to take that silver, right?" A craftsman complained, "I saw Sanzi hiding a piece of silver before. He must have been targeted by the ghost in red!"

"What did you say?" Foreman Wu gasped on the spot, "The third son also hid money?"

"Where are the three sons?" the craftsman said, "Uncle Fulin is also hiding."

"You guys are serious!" Foreman Wu glared at several people and almost had a heart attack.

He immediately shouted loudly: "How dare you hide the money from the dead? If you have the life to take it, do you have the life to spend it? Is there anyone else who has hidden it?"

"Take them all out!"

At this time, I saw the young craftsman tremblingly take out a piece of broken silver from his arms: "Uncle Wu, my mother has been in poor health. I originally wanted to take it back to treat my mother's illness."

He slammed the silver to the ground: "If I had known this, I really shouldn't have taken it!"

"you--!"

Foreman Wu was so angry that he almost wanted to hit someone, while the others immediately glared at the younger craftsman.

When Jiang Yang saw this, he shook his head and said: "I see that those mummies are dressed in ordinary clothes and carry such a large bag of money. They should be bandits on the mountain or something. No one is wearing red, so with that red ghost

It shouldn't matter."

"Is that so?" Everyone looked at Jiang Yang in surprise.

They only thought that it was because some people took the money indiscriminately that the ghosts were attracted, so they were all angry and angry, but when Jiang Yang said this, it didn't seem to be the case.

Jiang Yang nodded: "I think that's right. From the looks of it, those bandits must have been killed by the red-clothed ghost who sucked the yang energy."

He was a little confused: "I don't know what the red-clothed ghost's identity was before he was alive. He doesn't look like a Taoist priest on the mountain."

The young craftsman felt a little better after hearing Jiang Yang's words. He looked at the gradually fading anger in the eyes of everyone around him. He looked at Jiang Yang with some gratitude and said, "This is strange. I just glanced at it in panic.

The ghost in red seems to be a female ghost, and she certainly doesn’t look like a Taoist priest on the mountain."

"Female ghost?" Now everyone was even more confused.

You must know that Taoist temples are all men, where do the female ghosts come from?

One of the craftsmen suddenly asked: "Is it because the Taoist priest here was careless and killed a girl from a certain family, which led to the birth of this terrible ghost?"

After hearing this, Jiang Yang thought for a moment and asked, "When did this place start to be haunted?"

"About...seven or eight years ago."

"Then when did this Taoist temple become ruined?"

"It's been nearly twenty years."

Jiang Yang nodded slightly when he heard this: "It seems that it is not the Taoist temple's problem. This female ghost is more likely to be killed after the Taoist temple was ruined."

"That's true." Seeing that Jiang Yang's analysis was quite reasonable, everyone nodded.

"But what's the use of knowing all this now?" one craftsman said in frustration.

"Only when you know yourself and your enemy can you win every battle." Jiang Yang looked at him seriously and said.

"Have you noticed that this female ghost is very smart and knows how to block the mountain gate and catch turtles in the jar." Although Jiang Yang was nervous in his heart, his mind was extremely empty. "Although we have blocked the gate now, there is no guarantee that it will not pass through in other ways."

Come in."

"Can we still come in?" Everyone immediately felt cold in their hearts.

"Little brother is right." Foreman Wu immediately said after hearing this, "We can't sit still and wait for death!"

Jiang Yang was a little confused at this time. After a while, they had traveled to so many places in the Taoist temple, but they seemed to have only seen human bodies in the main hall, but not elsewhere.
To be continued...