Inside the black room.
The entire room was covered by the shards of the Yin Demon Stone. From time to time, a few sparks would flash through the dust.
Wu Lang stood in the middle of the room, a pile of stone chips one to two centimeters thick had already piled up on his head.
His eyes were still closed. His left hand was controlling the yin fiend stone, and his right hand was constantly chiseling the yin fiend stone with a chisel pasted with talismans.
At this moment, the carving of the tombstone was nearing its end.
Suddenly!
Wu Lang threw the chisel in his hand to the side and shouted,""Monolith completed!"
A square tombstone suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.
There were no extra words or pictures on it.
Only the middle part of the tombstone was supposed to be the place where the photos of the dead were placed.
There was a figure carved out of a chisel. In the darkness, one could vaguely see that it was a woman, and it was an ancient woman.
Below the portrait was a bunch of lines that seemed to have been randomly carved.
However, if one stared at it closely, it would seem as if one's three souls and seven spirits would be sucked in.
Wu Lang pulled out a piece of blood-red silk from somewhere and quickly covered the stone tablet.
At this moment, his tightly shut eyes slowly opened.
Looking at the stone tablet that was already wrapped in red silk, he nodded in satisfaction.
Then, he reached into the black robe with his right hand.
When he pulled it out from the black robe again, a black patent leather book appeared in his hand.
It was the Yin Yang Book!
Wu Lang scanned the stone coffins around him and slowly opened the Yin Yang Book.
Looking at the markings on each page of the Yin Yang Book, he casually picked out four little green zombies.
Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, the sound of four stone coffins slowly opening rang in his ears.
Four green shadows flashed out of the stone coffin.
In the next second, they appeared neatly in front of Wu Lang.
Wu Lang carefully placed the stone tablet into the hands of the four green zombies.
He slowly opened the Yin Yang Book and a cinnabar brush appeared in his hand.
However, if he sent her to the foot of the mountain, that female ghost would probably be able to sense this Yin energy and automatically come to him, right?
After pondering for a moment, he wrote in a flamboyant manner on one of the pages: "Send this tombstone to the Burial Mountain three miles east of Cloud Valley Temple and bring her down the mountain!”
After he finished writing, he wrote the words on the other three pages.
He read it carefully again and confirmed that there were no mistakes.
Just as he was about to close the Yin Yang Book and order the green zombies to give it to the female ghost.
Suddenly, Wu Lang seemed to have thought of something.
She quickly walked to the table and picked up an envelope.
The part of the envelope that was exposed was not a letter, but some yellow paper used for burning.
It was also commonly known as…paper money!
He stuffed the envelope tightly into the red silk cloth and heaved a sigh of relief.
"This time…it should be almost complete!”
The corners of Wu Lang's mouth curled into a mysterious smile. He then closed the Yin Yang Book.
His hands quickly formed a hand seal in the air and pressed straight onto the black book cover.
Instantly, streams of light appeared around the Yin Yang Book.
Immediately after, a black light burst out from the surface.
After the light dissipated, the four little green zombies in the room had long disappeared with the stone tablet.
After leaving this place, he headed to the Burial Mountain, which was more than ten kilometers away.
Seeing that the room had become quiet again, she sighed softly.
Suddenly, he seemed to sense something.
He raised his head and looked in the direction of the mushroom house with a faint gaze.
He muttered to himself,"That yellow weasel actually wants to hang out with those celebrities?" Could it be that he was unwilling to be lonely and wanted to eat people?”
"It's time to catch you and bring you back to guard the house.”
As he spoke, Wu Lang stood up and walked out of the house. He walked in the direction of the mushroom house calmly.
……
In the sheep pen.
Peng Yuchang looked at Zhang Zifeng, who could barely stand, and couldn't help but worry.
Pointing at the small pavilion in the courtyard, he said helplessly,""Sister, I see that your body is so weak now. You should sit down and rest quickly!”
"No! I can also help you with some physical labor!"
Hearing Peng Yuchang's words, Zhang Zifeng quickly waved her hand.
Although she felt that her body was getting more and more unbearable, the unwillingness to admit defeat in her heart still forced her to hold on.
"I'm touched! Sister is really too dedicated!"
"I think so too. His body hasn't recovered yet, but he's still working so hard.”
"Wall Crack asked Chef Huang to add a chicken drumstick for his sister tonight!”
“……”
The audience in the live broadcast room looked at Zhang Zifeng, who was working so hard. For a moment, they forgave Zhang Zifeng's strange behavior for the past few days.
Peng Yuchang looked at his stubborn sister and couldn't help but sigh.
Why am I talking to this little patient about work?
If anything were to happen to her, Teacher Huang would probably smash my butt with her slippers!
He pulled Zhang Zifeng's arm and forced her to sit on the big stone that was fixed on the fence of the sheep pen.
Pointing at the three lambs beside Tian Ba, he handed her a handful of dried grass and said,""Okay, okay, okay. Then can you help me feed these lambs?”
Zhang Zifeng sat on the rock and felt that her body was about to collapse.
He didn't insist on anything else, but the hay in Peng Yuchang's hand nodded.
Seeing that Zhang Zifeng was finally willing to sit down, Peng Yuchang felt relieved.
He let out a long sigh of relief and started his big brother nagging mode.
"Sister, I'm not scolding you, but you can't be so naughty anymore!”
"How bold are you to go to that black house by yourself?”
"Even if you give me 100 million, no, I won't go even if you give me 10,000!”
“……”
Listening to Peng Yuchang's nagging, Zhang Zifeng felt like her ears were pricking.
It was as if there were thousands of mosquitoes buzzing in his ears.
He sighed weakly and slowly raised his head.
Just as she was about to stop Peng Yuchang, she realized something.
The sheep that had been following Peng Yuchang since she entered the sheep pen was gently touching Peng Yuchang.
It was as if he wanted to eat the hay that Peng Yuchang was feeding Tianba.
But strangely, Peng Yuchang didn't notice it at all!
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