Zha Wenbin plucked up the courage to walk in front of the cold jade coffin, turned his head and took a look at the two brothers who were still lying on the ground, and slowly put down the sun wheel in his hand towards the position where the sun had just appeared.

  When ancient artifacts meet after a thousand years, the rustic sun wheel encounters the millennium cold jade. The position that has been waiting for too long is like a small sun in between, as if ignited by a fireball, with red light bursting forth like blood.

  All the words seemed to have been reborn, the congealed blood began to flow again, and that faint red crescent moon also changed back into a bright red full moon.

  The sun wheel seemed to have gained some kind of power, excitedly moving to the other side and leaving a deep scratch on the hard icy surface, making an unpleasant "creaking" sound.

  The moon saw it coming and got excited like a long-lost friend visiting, starting to bubble up with "gurgling" sounds.

  Standing on the edge, Cha Wenbin furrowed his brow as he gazed at this rare phenomenon. As the sun's side and the moon's side began to touch, he distinctly felt the ground beneath him start to tremble.

  When the spectacular phenomenon of the sun and moon intersecting began to gradually develop in another direction, Cha Wenbin became anxious. He hastily used the Seven-Star Sword in his hand to try to stop the movement of the solar wheel, but the solar wheel was like a giant suction cup that firmly grasped the surface of the coffin lid. The Seven-Star Sword, on the other hand, was like a pitiful praying mantis being brutally pushed away by an unstoppable chariot.

  The originally copper-colored sun wheel edge, as if it had been re-dyed. A thread of blood-red pattern quickly spread along the edge of the bronze wheel after contact with the two. For a time, the bronze wheel seemed to be more excited, accelerating its own movement speed while the red moon became somewhat dimmer.

  "The Heavenly Dog Star falls to earth, and for five thousand days, it will feed on human blood!" Cha Wenbin muttered.

  If we were to transfer this scene on the coffin to the sky, it would be what we call a "lunar eclipse".

  In Taoist terms, a lunar eclipse is also known as the heavenly dog eating the moon, which is an omen of great disaster. Every time there is a heavenly dog eating the moon, there may be a natural disaster, let alone in such an environment.

  The container cannot hold him, Wen Bin thought again. Now the sun wheel has passed half of the moon and became a partial eclipse. The blood in the moon can be seen with the naked eye, which has already decreased by half, but the bronze sun wheel has become half red.

  "This is the real blood sacrifice! Haha, haha!" An excited and twisted voice rose from beside Old Wang, while Old Wang himself was now completely unconscious on the ground, with a large amount of fresh blood staining the earth around him, it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

  When the bronze sun wheel completely covered the moon, the sound of "click, click" was like a tightened spring slowly opening up, and the person who had been sleeping for thousands of years was finally about to be opened. Who created this unparalleled mausoleum under the sky? Cha Wenbin was tense and also fearful, because the sun wheel had completely burned out, and the thick bloody smell turned this seemingly divine object into an evil demon, because only barbarism and evil would need to use fresh blood to summon it.

  Cha Wenbin had already prepared the talisman and the large seal, as long as someone inside suddenly sat up, he would take the large seal and directly cover it on his occipital bone. Even if there was no suppressing effect, it could be used as a brick to knock him unconscious. If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely be knocked out on the spot.

  The coffin slid towards the foot, the opening remained at the head of the coffin, moved to a halfway position, and the lid creaked to a stop. The glow on the sun wheel also quickly faded away, even those words also turned back into solid scabs.

  No movement was seen, and Wen Bin's heart also relaxed a little. He had seen many dead people, from those who died thousands of years ago to those who just died, from those who became zombies to those who made trouble as ghosts. What was he ever afraid of? Since the first day he learned Taoism, his master told him four words: Evil cannot defeat justice!

  The bronze wheel had lost its original simplicity and instead gained a hint of evil, with the faint red lines spreading across it like spider webs. As Cha Wenbin looked at it, he suddenly felt an urge to never take it back again.

  But the sun wheel seemed to know his thoughts, and it actually slightly lifted the coffin lid, just like a child who was wronged and pouting. Cha Wenbin helplessly reached out to take it, and when his hand landed on the sun wheel, he suddenly discovered that there was an extra hand on his wrist!

  He looked up and saw that the person who was supposed to be lying inside had sat up!

  He pulled out a pre-prepared Heavenly Master Talisman and stuck it to the man's back, saying: "You're indeed a fake corpse! You're not a good thing either, watch me take care of you today!"

  This talisman is said to have been created by Zhang Daoling, a famous Taoist. It has the power to suppress these evil spirits from birth. Cha Wenbin expected it to fall back into the coffin like breaking straw, but found that the talisman was shaking and falling into the coffin like grass paper.

  Zha Wenbin's heart was greatly shocked, his right hand was caught, and his left hand immediately grasped the Heavenly Master's seal, ready to slap it on the man's head. This time he had mustered all his strength, and the seal whirred with a "whooshing" sound. Just as it was about to hit, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, almost as if his bones were being crushed, and this hand too was caught by the man!

  His wrist relaxed, and the big seal rolled to one side with a "gululu" sound. He never thought that after just two encounters, he would be subdued by this dead body!

  "Little doll, who let you come here?" a faint voice sounded.

  Zha Wenbin looked around and saw that apart from Zhuo Xiong and Chaozi, there was no fourth person. Then who was speaking?

  As for these ghosts, he had indeed seen quite a few, but a dead person who could talk was something he saw for the first time today. Although he was currently at someone else's mercy, he remembered his master's words in his heart that "evil cannot defeat justice", and with that thought, he regained some confidence, and replied: "No one made me come, I came because I wanted to."

  "Haha," the voice laughed, "since you've come, then you can leave. This isn't a place you should be coming to. Go back and tell him I'm doing quite well."

  The pain in Zhang Wenbin's wrist immediately disappeared, and when he looked again, he was able to move freely. The other person was still sitting there motionless, with only the two red-purple marks on his wrist remaining as evidence of the previous force.

  "Don't think that just because you've let me go, I'll let you off. Just because you've collected so many lost souls, today I will take justice into my own hands!"

  With a "swish" sound, the Seven Stars Sword was unsheathed once again. A streak of cold light flashed across his back and then slashed diagonally towards his head!

  The sword has not arrived, the wind has come first! This is a powerful and heavy sword, there is no fancy move, the Seven Star Sword is an ancestral artifact, it's much more useful than ordinary talismans. Ordinary ghosts will be scattered by it.

  "Clang!" With a loud noise, the Seven Star Sword flew out towards a broken wooden stick. Zhang Wenbin's wrist was numbed by the shock, and for a moment, he couldn't lift his hand. He stared blankly at the figure's back, and didn't even see how he had made his move.

  "The sword is a good one, but unfortunately for you who claim to be the heavenly way, not even giving me a place to stand at the end. Then stay with me!" As soon as the words fell, Cha Wenbin felt like his neck was being pinched by someone and he was lifted high into the air. His legs kicked wildly, but they were so powerless.

  He felt his life slipping away, and all the memories of his past flashed through his mind, from being held by his father at birth to becoming an apprentice, getting married and having children. These decades of scenes were like a fast-playing movie in his mind, replaying at super speed, until finally the picture froze on that bloody lake surface, and the blurry figure became clear once again.

  His left hand lifted, drawing a circle in the air, neither gathering nor dispersing, neither moving nor falling! At this moment, Cha Wenbin was making the same movement as that person, and the 72 ghost symbols were written one by one into the circle. When the last stroke was finished, he found his throat being pinched tightly, unable to shout out that one word "Halt!", but he clearly heard in his ear, a familiar voice sounded beside him: "Gulu!"

  A gigantic three-legged toad had somehow landed at his feet, its massive tongue swooping through the air, and Zha Wenbin found himself unbound, the word "Ah!" almost escaping his lips.

  That figure in the distance, who was already shaking slightly, suddenly turned around and shouted: "It's you!"

  "It's me, old friend, we meet again." A voice that didn't belong to Zha Wenbin came out of his throat.

  "No, you're already dead, how can you still appear?" The seated person was somewhat terrified, his voice trembling.

  "Death? I think you will never experience that feeling in your lifetime. You've pursued the ghostly path for a lifetime, and what's the outcome? In the end, it's neither life nor death. The human way is desolate, the immortal way is vast, but the ghostly way is delightful! Until today, you still refuse to awaken." Chá Wén Bīn rebuked sternly.

  "Xian Dao, Ren Dao? Haha! Just because you cultivate the Dao, mine isn't the Dao? What right do they have to make us go through the three realms of reincarnation, what right do they have to let the heavens control my life, what right do they have to dictate everything?! I won't, I must defy the heavens! Look at your current state, aren't you still relying on a little kid's body to meet me? Three thousand years ago, if they hadn't cut down that tree, you and I would have already become immortals. Do you think just because of his little bit of Dao power he can be called the Heavenly Master? What is the Dao? I am the Dao!" The person sitting there began to laugh maniacally, their laughter even a bit twisted.

  Cha Wenbin sighed and said, "Everyone has their own fate, you and I cannot escape it. He has been in the Naihe River for three thousand years, just to help the vengeful spirits trapped here by you to ascend. Haven't you committed enough sins? Let go, you should go where you're supposed to go."

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