The group of seven people who went to Yinshan were picked up by local herders at the foot of Yinshan. The herders said that fog has been frequent at the foot of Yinshan recently. Whenever the miasma dissipates, there will be various corpses, including humans and beasts.

The corpse was covered with soil, as if it was buried underground and was dug out for unknown time.

Some people never come back after entering the mountain when the miasma is getting up, and even the sheep that are rushing to come back.

After this incident, everyone dared to enter Yinshan to grazle without miasma.

The herder said that he had lost about a dozen people in recent times, and countless cattle and sheep. This was the first time he saw someone walking out of the miasma alive.

This is the confession of the herdsmen.

The seven living people wrote even more terrifying confessions in the hospital.

In the miasma of Yinshan, there were corpses everywhere on the ground, some of which looked like soldiers who died in battle in ancient times, some were corpses of cows and horses, and some were human skins floating in the air, with blood drawn talismans around the cemetery of the bride of Yinshan.

A bald lame man and the bride took action, and the human skin was broken, and they ran out of it.

Lin Qingsheng's face turned pale when he heard it.

The bride is indeed not a human, but a ghost.

If the bald lame man was not mistaken, he should have been a left-minded person, and was rated as a lower-ranking left-minded person by the weird puppet man.

His methods were as strange as the white-clothed demon monk he met that day.

"Just... it's the lowest level."

Lin Qingsheng was a little helpless, and was rated as the lowest-ranking rank and could not even be seen by the left side of the road, but he dared to fight against the Ming Dynasty.

"It's the lowest level, but the lowest level killing is even more invisible."

Another sound suddenly sounded in the empty office.

"who?"

Lin Qingsheng looked at the sound, and the space on the seat in front of him seemed to be twisted, as if the original picture had been torn apart.

A monk in white appeared in front of Lin Qingsheng.

"Captain Lin, we've met for the second time."

The demon monk does not quarrel.

Lin Qingsheng's pupils shrank, and he never thought he would see this monk here.

The monk in white last time gave him a great impact.

The branches that covered the sky and the sun were almost pinned to death on the road.

"What are you doing?"

The monk in white leaned on the back of the seat, relaxing as if he was sitting in his own home:

"I'm here to solve Captain Lin's trouble?"

"My trouble?" Lin Qingsheng asked back.

The monk in white had a jade-like chin, and his whole body was like a monk from the turbid world.

"The man on Yinshan is also a person next to me. The people in the Tao call him Hu Crack, and there are also people calling him Crack. The eight techniques of the left Tao call him: illusion, life-restraining, soul-suming, spirit-making, evil spirit-exerting, nightmare, head-subduing and witchcraft. What he learned is soul-suming and nightmare."

The monk in white clearly pointed out the origin of the lame bald man on Yinshan, as if he was reflecting his sincerity, and as if he was warning Lin Qingsheng not to pretend, he already knew everything he should know.

"Why do you want to help me?"

Lin Qingsheng's eyes were full of distrust.

He didn't believe that the monk in front of him would help him like this. Compared to the monk, he even believed in the words of the ragdoll, because the ragdoll clearly marked the price and had principles of acting.

There is no free lunch in the world.

All the gifts of fate are clearly marked in secret.

The monk in white smiled and said as if nothing had happened:

"I am attracted by the two magical techniques of the soul summoning and Yanzhen, but Hu Crooked is not willing to give it to me, so I can only ask him to go back to the Pure Land, so I can take it myself."

If I don't give it to me, I will kill him and take it myself.

Such a robber-like logic is justified, just like paying off debts.

All things should be taken for me, and those who do not take for me can be killed.

This is not a monk, this is a devil.

"Didn't you practice two other doors yourself? Why do you like his Taoism?"

"I can't suppress my body with more skills, let alone my monk's preference for more than his Taoist Dharma, but also my monk's Taoist Dharma in the Ming Dynasty."

The monk in white smiled and told Lin Qingsheng that he was always talking to him.

Lin Qingsheng couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken.

"It seems that these two methods are very special."

The monk in white shrugged and said, "Actually, it's okay to tell you. In fact, everyone knows this in the Tao."

"The eight techniques of the side gate, the soul-summoning and the nightmare town are the side gates in the side gate. You can raise ghosts outside to control ghosts, and you can invite gods inside to believe in the lineage of the Yinshan ancestor. It is the most strange."

"And this Nightmare Town is even more incredible. It is called Nightmare and also called Yansheng Technique. It is said that only those who lack one innate nature can practice it. It is a very vicious and tricky curse method."

"What we, the evil people, fear most is that others are even more evil than ourselves, so I can only be cruel to save my fellow disciples."

The monk in white looked compassionate, as if Hu Crooked was too evil and forced to take action.

Listening to the monk in white talking, Lin Qingsheng also made his own calculations in his heart.

He just finished the deal with the tullie, and the Yinshan bride is a part of what she has to do.

Lin Qingsheng also evaluated the danger level of the ragdoll man in his mind. He estimated that if the side sects were lower-level, five Taoist sects, eight Buddhist sects, and the ten major families mentioned by the ragdoll man were of average standards, then the ragdoll man would definitely be one level higher than them.

Offending the Doll is Lin Qingsheng's last choice.

If he wants to plan the bride of Yinshan, then he actually has the same purpose as the monk in white and can cooperate.

Because Lin Qingsheng had just read the report, the bald man also wanted to marry the bride of Yinshan, but he didn't succeed.

"What is the relationship between Hu Cutezi and Yinshan Bride?" Lin Qingsheng asked.

When Lin Qingsheng mentioned the bride of Yinshan Mountain, the monk Bujie in white said in surprise:

"You actually know the Yinshan Bride?"

"The rumor of the Yinshan Bride is the daughter of the Yinshan ancestor. As for whether it is true, I don't know very well. Hu Cuzi should be clear. He has always wanted to marry the Yinshan Bride, but he has never succeeded."

"The bride is much harder than Hu Cuzi. It's probably difficult for me and Hu Cuzi to add up."

"What? You don't want to marry the Yinshan bride?"

Looking at Lin Qingsheng's face, the monk in white shook his head, as if he had seen something new.

"For the first time, I heard that someone except us, the left-handed one, wanted to marry the bride of Yinshan."

"To take the bride of Yinshan, you need to take the man on the eighth day of the ninth month of the Bingzi year. He can only see him. However, for so many years, most people who meet the requirements do not want to marry her. After all, only Hu Laizi has been persevering."

"However, if you really want to marry the Yinshan bride, we might be able to do it easier."

Lin Qingsheng stood up and stretched out his hand and said, "Then...... happy cooperation!"
Chapter completed!