As time went by, it was already evening. Before the supper was over, he sat in the hall waiting for Yu Wen. Although it was already past seven o'clock in the evening, the sky outside was still a little bright and it was not completely dark.

"Mr. Ding, I've done it all here."

Changed into a white silk dress, cleaned his face, and left his previous unshaven beard and depressed appearance. Yu Wen still had a bit of style. Although he could not compare to the spirit of Ku Ding, he was the type that modern little girls liked. Unlike Ku Ding, he looked like a god who could only be seen from a distance and could not be appreciated from a distance.

"Let's go, from now on, you can only rot in your heart whatever you see, hear, or even feel. You can be afraid, timid, and do anything you can do, but remember, after tonight, you must treat everything below you as a dream and then forget."

The cook Ding's serious expression didn't seem to be joking. Yu Wen nodded seriously to show that he understood.

After passing through the inner kitchen, Ku Ding opened the downward stairs. The wooden stairs were filled with the vicissitudes of time, and there would be a clear creaking sound when stepping on them. It seemed that if you accidentally, the wooden boards of the stairs would break, and the layers of wooden vase raised above were even more gloomy like the depths of hell, which was terrifying.

The circling stairs went down, very deep, and occasionally a dark light would hang beside the stairs. It was impossible to tell whether it was electricity or candlelight. The transparent lampshade that covered the outside was blurred and could not see clearly what was inside.

Yu Wen almost held his breath and walked down, not because he was afraid, but just a heart was hanging. The more he walked down, the more he felt aura that made him feel despair and sad. No, it was a very, very much aura mixed, just as if countless people were crying, wailing and roaring in his ears. He seemed to have seen a scene in the hazy way, mixed with corpses and blood, and he could not see it.

The stairs finally reached the end, and a door that was ten feet high was in front of me. There was a battlefield carved on it, and the picture was exactly the same as what Yu Wen had just seen.

"This is……"

"This is the past, and maybe it will be the future."

The Butcher Ding didn't answer Yu Wen's question directly. He called out his name and then pushed open the door.

"Yu Wen?"

Yu Wen followed Ku Ding and called his name, but looking at Ku Ding's expression, it seemed that he was over-thinking.

There was a huge space at the door, so big that it was invisible to see the head and tail. There were only rows of shelves filled the field of view, and some dim lights hung above the head, looking at least much higher than the door. And in an open area near the front, Yu Ya was lying on a mattress.

There were some red handwriting on Yu Ya's face. Yu Wen knew how to measure and did not dare to walk into the square formation. She just stood by and looked at Yu Ya.

"Hey, I want to help Yu Ya shout soul now. When you carry this lantern, remember that you don't dare to have anything in a while. You have to hold on to this lantern tightly. No, and you must not let go of any part."

The cook Ding handed over the prepared paper lantern to Yu Wen, took another white candle, lit Yu Ya's eyebrows with a stone needle, squeezed out a drop of blood, dyed it on the candle wick, and then lit it, but the candle lit up a red light, and then it was put into the lantern by the cook Ding.

Yu Wen was holding a lantern. When the candlelight was put in, he felt a weight in his hand, as if the lantern had been added to it. Yu Wen remembered the words of Ku Ding, and quickly held the lantern's handle with both hands and held the lantern firmly in the palm of his hand.

"Stand and don't move, and endure the pain."

The cook used a stone needle to poke Yu Wen's eyebrows again, dipped it in his blood with a stone pen, and wrote only one word on his forehead.

"You are Yu Ya's home light now. As long as you stand, Yu Ya can see this light and find it back according to the light. As long as you can stand and stand steadily, Yu Ya can go home."

The soul returns,

Enter the door of cultivation.

Workers wish you to recruit you,

Be more careful.

Qin Bon,

Zheng Mianluo some.

Recruiting the equipment,

Let's whistle and cry forever.

The soul returns,

Return to my hometown.

The Ku Ding's voice was a kind of grandeur. Yu Wen could understand the meaning of the words he said, but could not understand what he said. He spoke ancient Chinese and read them, but was used to truly summon souls. It seemed that it was a spiritual movement. Yu Wen suddenly knew what he should do.

"Yu Ya, go home."

Yu Wen held the lantern in his hand and shouted Yu Ya's name. A wind blew in the depths of the ground. There was a flash in front of him. There was no warehouse in front of him, and even Yu Ya disappeared. Yu Wen was just holding the lantern and standing in a dark environment. He could not see anything. Only his own voice penetrated the darkness and came into Yu Ya's ears.

"Yu Ya, go home."

The lantern in his hand was getting heavier and heavier, as if something was pulling down. Yu Wen held it tightly, staring at his eyes, as if he wanted to see through the inexplicable darkness.

At the same time, a dark room slowly lit up. The light was covered in a dark porcelain jar. The jar was not big, just a little bigger than a fist. However, with the ghost light, you can see that the porcelain jar was covered with skeletons and dead corpses and evil spirits were tattooed on it. Countless evil things seemed to be swaying their teeth and claws, pulling the ghost light to prevent her from leaving.

"What's going on? How... how is it possible."

A shriveled sound rang out, and some viscous liquid like blood began to pour into the porcelain jar. The liquid seemed to isolate the reaction of the faint light in the porcelain jar to the outside world. But before the shriveled sound could take a breath, a light condensed into a nail, pierced the porcelain jar, drilled a hole, and even penetrated it, bursting, hitting the owner of the shriveled sound next to it.

The stinging made the man scream. He was obviously a little surprised. He stuffed a lot of messy things into his mouth, chewed for a while, and then sprayed them all out. The black liquid directly wrapped around the porcelain jar and blocked the hole that had just penetrated.

"I wanted to attract such a high-quality soul, but I spent a lot of money to buy it."

Before he could finish his speech, a strange light burst out from the porcelain jar. Then, seven nails penetrated out and hit the man's face.

The man who was almost exhausted and still stuck in his head with two nails showed panic. He didn't believe that someone could use counterattack methods through other people's souls, and he admitted in an instant.

In the underground warehouse, Ku Ding showed a decisive decisiveness on his face, and the wooden hammer in his hand shattered the last jade nail.

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