At that time, Cha Wenbin occasionally stimulated their nerves by scattering paper money, and the mountains and fields became a sea of paper money. The mountain wind blew these pieces of paper flying everywhere, but Cha Wenbin solemnly said that it was the little ghosts fighting for money. This remark made Chaozi burst into laughter, and also made Old Wang roll his eyes repeatedly.

  Good steel should be used on the blade, and this paper money is naturally worth using. Indeed, in the first half of the night, no matter how hard the mountain wind blew, making a "whooshing" sound, the candle standing in front of Zhang Wenbin, painted with lime powder into a small circle, still burned brightly.

  This candle, Zha Wenbin said is for the horizontal meat face to light up, in order to let him walk in the lower world can see a little, implying that he has already gone.

  Old Wang's facial muscles twitched nonstop as he listened, wondering when Wen Bin had started doing such things to pave the way for himself by taking others' lives. He covered his clothes and pulled his collar tighter, afraid that if he fell asleep, they would sell him out. Because in his heart, he thought about who had a closer relationship, Chaozi and Wen Bin were real brothers, Zhuo Xiong was a comrade-in-arms, and Heng Rou's face was the only one left from his hometown. Although everyone called each other brothers, at critical moments, if sacrifices were needed, wouldn't he be the first to go? Moreover, this place was where Old Wang had brought everyone, who else could they rely on but him?

  He thought about it and asked Chaozi for a few cigarettes, took a few puffs and started coughing continuously, just to keep a clear head.

  "Will he be alright?" Zhōu Xióng asked, pointing at the snoring Héng Ròu Liǎn.

  Cha Wenbin didn't say it out loud, but he understood that Old Wang's tense appearance had completely exposed his inner world. He was a mess inside, and this was what he feared the most. A phrase that Master often said before his death came to mind: "Ghosts are not scary, what's even scarier is the human heart."

  On this road, there have been several close calls due to mutual suspicion or wild guesses that almost led to the downfall of the entire army. It's said that such habits should have been changed by now. But as the old saying goes: "It's easy to change the mountains and rivers, but it's hard to change one's nature!" Old Wang is also a person who has been through thick and thin on the rivers and lakes for many years, so being cautious of himself is understandable.

  Cha Wenbin deliberately looked at Old Wang and said, "Nothing, I just let him rest. That flag is the key to opening the big formation, but we can't move it. It's like a landmine buried here, but we can't find a way to defuse it. If we rashly try to remove it, the mine will explode."

  Chao Zi's ears perked up at the sound of thunder, he had encountered it many times on the border. He said: "What if it explodes?"

  "Ha! We'll be able to see those thieves now that it's blown up. I had Big Head sleep there on purpose, to block the peephole and buy us time to defuse the bomb. This is a dead end, no matter which way you go, it's death. The designer of this place didn't leave any escape route for himself from the start, I'm sure he's also staked his own life here."

  Old Wang sighed: "Alas, let it be, listening to you say that, either way is death. But didn't I remember that where there's a dead end, there must be an exit?"

  Cha Wenbin was roasting shoes, which had been walking for a day. The sweat on his feet had made the shoes soggy, and the stench inside the shoes was so pungent that he could hardly keep his eyes open. He squinted and said, "That's right, where there is death, there must be birth. But in this world, there is also an exception, which is in the underworld, where only absolute death remains, unless you can find reincarnation, which is a matter for the next life. We are now located in an absolutely dead position, so I call this place a gathering place of yin."

  He used Shen Yuan to lure the dragon, and then sealed it with Shen Yuan's power, killing the dragon. The true dragon's energy, which was originally pure and just, was now trapped within a hundred-mile radius. Dragons represent both the noblest and most evil of beings; good and evil are forever on opposing sides, just like a mirror - the farther you stand, the farther your reflection is from yourself.

  In other words, the more a dragon vein is rectified, the heavier the killing air that replaces it will be. Not all dragon veins under the sky are good feng shui; wherever there is extreme evil, there is always a beautiful landscape of green mountains and clear water, while those chaotic burial grounds seem even more peaceful.

  Wen Bin said, "Chao Zi always thought it was interesting that way. He also suddenly added, 'I understand, just like the most beautiful flowers in the world, the fruit they produce is often the most poisonous, such as poppies!'"

  "You said he had gone down already, and yet you still scare us." Old Wang muttered.

  "He's different from us," Zhang Wenbin explained. "He's like Zhang Fei reincarnated, with the bravery of a single man holding off ten thousand. Only he can block that place and prevent the gates of hell from opening. This is something you, me, or any of you can't do. I've seen him, his fate is strong, he can withstand it. If someone else went, by dawn tomorrow they'd be nothing but a corpse. Don't worry, after staying with Hua Baihu for so long, he has an aura different from ours. When he wakes up, that's when we'll find the specific location of the lock."

  Time flies second by second, every minute of waiting is like a long century, there's nothing more frustrating than waiting, because the result will never be revealed until that moment, and only Cha Wenbin knows what he's waiting for.

  It was now midnight, and the temperature outside had dropped to its lowest point. Zhang Wenbin stretched out his hands over the fire pit, constantly flipping them back and forth. The Qixing Sword beside him was deeply inserted into the mud, its body swaying back and forth, excitedly emitting a "woo woo" sound.

  This time, he only took out a paper money and pinched it in his hand, the wind blew and it kept shaking. As soon as his index finger loosened, the paper money flew straight into the air like a kite without a string, it seemed to have come alive in the air, made a few circles and slowly floated towards the center of the square.

  Zha Wenbin looked at it with a solemn expression, watching as the paper money fluttered and floated above the soul-summoning banner, his heart already in his throat.

  "This is the money to buy his life!" Zhang Wenbin muttered, he was praying that this paper money would fall where it should, if it deviated or was blown away by the wind, then he would become a real murderer, a killer who gambled with his own brother's life!

  "Everyone, get ready for me! Super, Zhuo Xiong, prepare everything for me!" Zhang Wenbin shouted loudly. His hand was only a few centimeters away from the Seven-Star Sword on the ground, his fingers constantly moving as if waiting for the moment to draw the sword.

  "The wick", the candle in front of him suddenly jumped, the original thumb-sized yellow flame instantly turned into a green bean-like thing, and there was a sign that it would go out at any time.

  When the lamp goes out, people will perish!

  Everyone's breath was held in this moment, and everyone's eyes fell on the candle that seemed to be extinguished but not quite. Just then, Zhang Fei, who had been sleeping sideways, suddenly turned over, his face now upright, and let out a loud snore like thunder. This was Zhang Fei, who even in the underworld could drink wine, eat meat, and sleep soundly; if there weren't such heroes standing tall, how could they guard the gates of hell?

  That piece of paper money had been floating in the air above the soul banner for a long time, and now it seemed to have found its target, quickly falling down. Cha Wenbin's foot was already ready to pounce, and he muttered to himself: "It must land on me, it must land on me!" Because this piece of paper money was the money used by the old man below to buy his way, as long as he could hold onto it, his life would be safe. If he couldn't hold onto it, then the money would fall to the ground and his head would not be spared! Cha Wenbin only had a 10% chance of success, which was to enter the underworld again and grab it back.

  If it were just three or two Yin differences, he would still be confident, but where is this? The Gate of Death! That's in the Temple of Yan Wang! Can Wen Bin pass through? A King of Earth Treasury spent his whole life and couldn't even empty the underworld, let alone a small Daoist like him.

  When the copper coin slowly fell on the forehead of the horizontal meat face, his snoring sound stopped like thunder, and the green bean-like candle flame also seemed to have regained oxygen and "hissed" up, a hanging heart finally put down.

  Before he knew it, the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed, and a golden moon was shining brightly on the earth. The moon appreciation that Cha Wenbin mentioned has finally arrived...

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