Ancient Country Returns to Ruins in Western Regions Strange News

  We hurried over to take a look, and indeed, in one corner of the wall, four familiar portraits appeared in a row. Upon closer inspection, I found that they were slightly different from the other portraits. "Have you guys noticed that our four portraits are much lighter than the others on the wall? It seems like they were just carved and hadn't been processed yet."

  "This is impossible! Just now we were here and there was no one, the wall didn't move at all. How did your four portraits suddenly appear?" Lao San said in disbelief.

  "The key is why only they four appeared on the wall, what does it mean?" Karamay stared blankly at the wall.

  "Wu Zihan asked: 'Do you four have any common reactions?'"

  "Same reaction......" Yang Cangcang repeated in her mouth, "Yes, we all felt very uncomfortable when we arrived at the yard, and we all vomited violently."

  "Is there some mystery about this courtyard?" Kalamayi analyzed, "Let's three of us go out and take a look."

  "No way!" I couldn't bear the pain anymore, and hastily blocked the door. "This thatched cottage is really eerie. Once you go out, it's easy to enter another room with a corpse."

  As a result, I still spoke too slowly, and the three of them had already walked into the yard. "Let's just stand at the door and watch them, I want to see what's going on with this thatched cottage." Yang Cangcang said discontentedly from the doorway.

  The three of them walked two laps outside, and the third one winked at us and said: "No special feeling? It shouldn't be the courtyard's problem."

  Karamay nodded in agreement, Wu Zihan had no expression, just staring blankly at the courtyard gate, we were already used to it, so we directly ignored him, I saw that the courtyard gate was still there, and I knew that this hut hadn't changed, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

  Suddenly, a hurried knock at the door came from outside. We stared at each other in shock, this house's courtyard wall was very high and we couldn't see what was happening outside. Who could be knocking on the door? Could it also be someone like us searching for the ancient country of Taishan?

  Lao San plucked up the courage to shout loudly: "Who... who is it?" There was no response from outside, Lao San trembled slightly and prepared to open the door to investigate, but was pulled back by Wu Zihan.

  "Knock knock knock", another round of knocking on the door. Lao San cursed impatiently, "Damn it, who is it? Stop playing tricks here."

  A soft, gentle voice floated in from outside: "Is... me..." She drew out the sound for a long time. As soon as I heard that voice, my whole body couldn't help but shiver. After carefully identifying it, I felt it was somewhat familiar.

  Lao San was also very surprised and said: "How does it sound a bit like A Quan?"

  "It's impossible, Ah Quan has already passed away." Wu Zihan said.

  We all looked at Fuma together, and he shook his head towards us, saying: "Not a living person, no heart sound at all."

  Lao San was so frightened that he lost his wits, taking three steps as two and running back into the house. The woman's voice outside the door, seeing no one coming to open it, slammed against the door with all her might, occasionally letting out ear-piercing shrieks. Neither Kelamayi nor Wu Zihuan paid any attention to her, walking straight back into the house.

  "This house is too eerie, there are yin corpses inside and female ghosts outside." I sighed.

  "Hurry up and find a spirit..." Lao San said halfway, starting to vomit uncontrollably. Karamay also started vomiting, the two of them almost throwing up their gallbladders. Wu Zihan, however, seemed unaffected, looking at us in confusion.

  Yang Cangcang suddenly pointed to the wall and shouted: "Ah! Look, there are also Li Long and Karamay on the wall!" Behind our four portraits, two new paintings appeared side by side, both with lighter colors. Old Three and Karamay lay weakly on the ground, unable to say a word.

  "Why is it that only Zi Han is fine?" Yang Cangcang asked, biting her finger.

  Wu Zihan didn't say a word from the moment he entered the house, staring intently at the wall as if trying to see through it. He ran his hand over the portrait on the wall, then squatted down beside Lao San and looked into his eyes. His face suddenly turned serious, "If I'm not mistaken, this is the work of a Soul Hunter."

  Xiao Lao's body shook violently as he let out a loud cry: "What?!" The voice was filled with an unbearable sense of despair.

  "What is the Hand of Soul Hunter?" I was greatly puzzled, and there were no hands on this wall either.

  Xiao Lao paused and said: "A person's primordial spirit is formed by the combination of their soul and spirit. There are three types of souls, namely the heavenly soul, earthly soul, and human soul. The seven spirits are called Corpse Dog, Crouching Arrow, Sparrow Shade, Swallowing Thief, Non-Toxic, Excluding Filth, and Stinky Lung, which govern joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, and desire. 'Soul-Hunting Hand' is the name of an ancient formation, not a real hand. The Soul-Hunting Hand can seize a person's three souls, starting from the heavenly soul. Once someone falls into its trap, their seized soul will be imprinted on this wall until they lose their human soul and their life."

  "Are you saying that one of our three souls is gone now?" Old Three had just recovered a bit, but upon hearing Xiao Lao say this, he fell to the ground again.

  "How did this thing snatch away three souls? Why is nothing wrong with Brother Zihan?" Karamay asked.

  Xiao Lao sighed: "I'm not quite sure, but fortunately Zi Han is fine. However, I've heard that the Soul Hunting Hand is one of the most powerful ancient arrays, and few people can escape it unless they don't have three souls to begin with." As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Lao himself was taken aback - if someone didn't have three souls, they would have died long ago, so how could they still be standing there?

  "Xiao Lao, which soul was it that the escaped vengeful spirit took away from me earlier? Am I going to die soon?"

  Xiao Lao patted me on the shoulder and said, "Jun Yang, little friend, the evil spirits that were taken away by the ghostly spirit are your two evil souls. The other three souls and four leaves of the split soul grass can be replicated, your three souls are still intact."

  Wu Zihan glanced at Xiao Lao and continued to ask, "Did Jun Yang see the yin corpse just now?" I quickly nodded, "It seems that the yin corpse is the key to this formation. We must find it."

  Lao San got up from the ground and said, "What's the point of looking for a ghost? Let's get out of here first." He had just run to the door when he suddenly froze - the gate of the courtyard had disappeared.

  As I saw this scene, I turned my head to look back, and indeed, the coffin of a dead person appeared in the center of the house. The several of us were suddenly frightened, our hairs standing on end. When did this thing come out? Wu Ziheng hastily drew out his dagger and told us to move backward.

  The corpse emerged from the coffin, shrouded in mist, ignoring us and walking straight towards the wall. He stopped at the foot of the wall, took a deep breath, and six white lights flew out of our portraits, which he inhaled into his belly.

  "He sucked away our heavenly soul!" Old Three shouted with a sob.

  The corpse took a step closer to us, its forehead showing no signs of being shot. Old Three pulled out his machete and swung it at the corpse's stomach with all his might. The corpse's stomach suddenly opened up with a huge gash, but healed in less than a minute. Old Three was shocked: "Damn, it can even heal itself!"

  "Wu Zihan shouted loudly: 'Don't act rashly, you've killed him and his heavenly soul will never be retrieved again!'"

  "Old Xiao, how can we break through the corpse's yin energy?" I shouted out loud.

  Xiao Lao's eyes rolled back and he said, "Ordinary yin corpse black dog blood mixed with glutinous rice is enough, this should be sufficient! Even if it's useful, neither of these two things were brought."

  Lao San helplessly said: "What's the difference between saying it and not saying it?"

  "Don't let anyone step out of this house, or their soul will be sucked away in the courtyard." Wu Zihan said while fighting with the dark corpse using his dagger. The dark corpse seemed to see through his moves and dodged them quickly, its movements incredibly fast. Lao San also hurried over to help, wielding a chopping knife.

  "Zi Han, how can you break this formation?" Lao San asked while blocking the dark corpse.

  "I don't know either, I can only stall him for now and look for an opening to counterattack. Whatever you do, don't kill him, or your heavenly soul will disappear along with him."

  Lao San nodded and said: "You go find a weakness, I'll block this thing."

  Letting Lao San hold on for a while, Wu Zihan carefully examined the wall, using his fingers to search for weaknesses one by one. The usually calm and composed him now had an anxious expression on his face.

  "Xiao Lao, do you know how to break the Soul Hunting Hand's grand formation?" I asked.

  Xiao Lao shook his head and said: "This old man only knows the name of this formation, but has never heard that it can be broken."

  Yang Cangcang suddenly thought of saying: "The old ancestor taught me how to use the Huo Wei Di to control corpses, but I haven't tried it before. Should I give it a try?"

  Lao San, who was entangled in a fight with the dark corpse on the side, heard Yang Cang say this and hurriedly called out: "Miss, I beg of you, don't make things worse! You're going to blow over all the dark corpses within several miles, our little souls won't be enough for them to divide!"

  Yang Cangcang pouted and said: "Go beat your corpse."

  I watched as Lao San fought the dark corpse, with neither gaining the upper hand. The dark corpse didn't attack, it just kept entangling itself in a stalemate. "Lao San, I feel like this corpse is stalling for time?"

  As soon as I finished speaking, the wall in front of us suddenly emitted a red light that shone on us. I instantly felt all my strength being sucked away, and six pale yellow bright spots flew out from our bodies and were absorbed into the wall. The portraits of us on the wall deepened significantly.

  Xiao Lao said intermittently: "Earth... soul... also..." Then he spat blood from his seven orifices and fell to the ground, and Yang Cangcang also fainted.

  Although I felt unbearable, I could still hold on and stand up with a weak body. Ma said faintly: "When the time comes, it will also suck away the earth soul."

  Lao San supported his body with a knife and whispered: "Zihan, have you found the key to breaking the formation?"

  Wu Zihan's eyes flashed with urgency for the first time, "I need to recite an incantation, and I must not be disturbed while doing so. Do you still have the strength? Help me block the dark corpses."

  Karamay and Fuma grabbed the yin corpse's two arms, I and Lao San grabbed the yin corpse's two legs. Wu Zihan sat on the ground with his mouth starting to chant spells. The yin corpse seemed to feel panic, struggling hard to break free from us. I and Lao San held onto its legs tightly, but they were wet and slippery like a loach, making it difficult to grasp. The yin corpse used all its strength to fling Fuma and Karamay against the wall. Karamay's mouth was full of blood after hitting the ground. The yin corpse had incredible strength, grabbing Lao San with both hands and about to slam him onto the ground. Lao San bit down on the yin corpse's leg, refusing to let go. I saw the situation and used all my might to grab the yin corpse's hand, preventing it from harming Lao San. Fuma also rushed over, panting, to help.

  Suddenly, the red glow on the wall enveloped us again. I took a glance at Wu Zihan and had already prepared to bid farewell in my heart. Wu Zihan shouted loudly: "Shariputra, Heavenly Earth Eight Yang Divine Curse, Break!"

  A deafening crash like shattering glass echoed through the sky.