Qin Mengdie hugged the dead head tightly in her arms, followed Master Zhang and stepped into the cemetery carefully. Perhaps she was too nervous, so she didn't even dare to lift her head.

Feeling her body trembling, the dead head asked softly: "What's wrong with you? You seem to be very nervous? Are you scared?"

Qin Mengdie shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, I just feel very uneasy, it seems that something bad will happen soon."

The dead head actually chuckled: "Your feeling is quite accurate, something really happens."

Qin Mengdie lowered her voice: "How do you know? What's the matter?"

The soft voice of the dead head tempted her: "Why don't you look up by yourself?"

Qin Mengdie's body trembled slightly: "I dare not."

The dead man sighed: "It will be faced sooner or later. You don't have to be so scared. Isn't this still here to protect you?"

Qin Mengdie realized it later: "Will you protect me?"

The dead man asked, "Why not? You are my wife. Protecting you is my duty. Don't you believe me?"

Qin Mengdie bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind: "Okay then."

Then she slowly looked up and found that Master Zhang and the Five Elements Elder were both kneeling devoutly in front of a huge tomb. The name on the tombstone was Zhang Xian, which should be the name of their ancestors.

The dead man stared at the tombstone in front of him, without blinking his eyes, his eyes blurred, as if he was in deep thought, perhaps because he had remembered something.

Qin Mengdie looked down and looked a little confused, then asked in a low voice: "Is there anything wrong here?"

The dead head asked replies without answering: "Do you know who the corpse king in Qinglong City is?"

Qin Mengdie suddenly had a whim: "Isn't it the one inside?" But I don't look like a eunuch, either?"

Unexpectedly, the dead head gave a positive answer: "It's him. If you want to deal with him, you must completely destroy the cemetery."

Qin Mengdie's voice was as thin as a mosquito, "It seems that it's not good to dig a person's grave, right?"

The voice of the dead head was lower than that of her, and she asked back, "Then how did you meet me?"

Qin Mengdie stopped talking. Didn’t she meet a dead head when she went to dig a grave? But they just said it nicely, it was called archaeology. In fact, it was no different from the request that the dead head just made?

However, at this moment, Master Zhang suddenly asked, "Have you two finished speaking?"

Qin Mengdie came to his senses and found that at some point Master Zhang and the Five Elements Elder had already stood up and surrounded them. His expression became ferocious and his eyes were filled with hatred.

She was surprised and asked in confusion: "You guys..."

But before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Master Zhang very bluntly.

"We have been waiting for so many years, and you are actually waiting for. You are the fuse of the curse. As long as you kill you, you can lift the curse. We no longer have to worry about the curse happening."

Qin Mengdie didn't react slowly, and immediately thought of something and asked sternly: "Did you deliberately bring us here?"

Master Zhang's terrifying cold light shot out from his turbid eyes: "That's right, we have been planning this day since the moment your identity was exposed, and now we have finally waited."

Qin Mengdie was shocked: "What? It actually started from that time? Why did you do this? It's because of that so-called curse?"

The dead man chuckled: "We have been trapped. It is easy to get in and out of this cemetery. In three days, they probably have put in a lot of time here."

Qin Mengdie finally understood why she had an ominous premonition before she came in. It turned out that this cemetery was a conspiracy, and the biggest goal should be a dead head.

She asked the dead head in her arms in confusion: "Why is this happening? What exactly do they want to do to you? Do you already know?"

The dead head didn't care. He knew a lot of things from the time he saw the tombstone, which was something he didn't even have to think about. No one knows better who Zhang Xian is than him.

He said indifferently: "What else can they do to me? They just want me to die here and be buried with Zhang Xian. As for you, those who are buried with me will not be together in life, and at least we can have the same hole when we die."

"You are right, this is your burial place." Master Zhang said, "If it weren't for the purpose of leading you out, we would have killed this woman long ago. If it weren't for the purpose of leading you here, we wouldn't have told you any secret history on purpose."

This old man who looked kind-hearted and kind actually had a murderous intention to kill her? Qin Mengdie suddenly felt a little hatred in her eyes and asked gritted her teeth, "Are those who lie to me?"

Master Zhang replied arrogantly: "Of course, the biggest secret in our clan is that curse, and it has always been passed down to men but not women. How can you be qualified to know?"

The dead head snorted coldly: "You have tried your best to attract me here."

Didn’t it take much effort? After learning that Qin Mengdie had actually been to the ghost town, Master Zhang became suspicious of her. Later, when he saw that she was the ghost wife, he became even more sure that she was one of the fuses of the curse.

In order to lead the dead head, they not only did not treat Qin Mengdie badly, but also deliberately took her seriously to eliminate the dead head's vigilance and believed that they had no malice.

Later, they took advantage of the family secret history to arouse the interest of the dead and finally offered to come to the cemetery. The so-called preparation time for the three days was actually to set up a formation here.

There were only a few words they said to Qin Mengdie that were true. The most real thing that happened these days was the human-ghost battle that night, which was also a sign that the curse began.

Therefore, they must remove the dead heads and Qin Mengdie as soon as possible. Without them, there will be no curse. This is the real family secret history, but Qin Mengdie and the others do not know it.

"So what if you can completely eliminate the curse, what if you spend some time? Now few young people are willing to learn these supposedly magic tricks that can restrain you. If you don't come, we may never wait again."

Master Zhang sighed deeply. He had no choice but to force his son and grandson to pass on these techniques. It is precisely because no one is willing to learn that the Five Elements Elders are so old.

The Five Elements Elders also looked sad. In fact, they didn't want to learn at first. They were forced to do so, and the culprit was the damn curse. They would never have peace if they died.

The dead head suddenly flew out of Qin Mengdie's arms, floated in front of her, and said proudly: "Since that's the case, let's come over. I want to see how capable you guys are."

Seeing that he was so angry that he did not dare to be careless at all, Master Zhang took a deep breath and ordered the Five Elements Elder: "Design the Formation!"

The dead man watched the six of them laying the formation in an orderly manner in front of the tombstone, and smiled and poured cold water on them: "It turned out to be the Yin-Yang Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation. I guess you have only that skill now, right?"

Master Zhang did not think it was offended: "Don't be arrogant, this is just the first formation. We have already set up the Nine-Turn Maze Array outside in the past three days. Even if we can't beat you, we can trap you here."

Qin Mengdie listened to them for a while and then for a while and then for a while, and felt like she was listening to the book of heaven. She just opened her eyes wide and looked at the dead head. He said that she would protect her, so she believed it.

The red silk thread used to set up the formation was shining with a faint light that could only be seen by dead heads, like a huge net that trapped him and Qin Mengdie in the middle. Whenever he touched him, sparks would be everywhere.

The silk thread was getting tighter and tighter, and even Qin Mengdie was tied up. She tried hard to break the silk thread from the beginning, but she couldn't pull the thin silk thread, which felt a bit like the string of a kite.

The Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation only requires five people to pull the silk thread. Master Zhang walked towards the dead head with a peach wood sword in his hand, and a chrysanthemum bloomed on his wrinkled face.

He pointed the head of the dead man with a peach wood sword and said in anger: "You are even afraid of talisman paper, and you dare to speak out loudly and despise our Yin-Yang, Five Elements, Eight Trigrams Formation. I want you to look good now!"

However, before Master Zhang's sword could be stabbed, he felt a flash in front of him. The Five Elements Formation was sparkling, like fireworks, which was very lively. The dead head that was still in the formation just now disappeared.

A dead man's words came from the mess: "If I were not afraid, how could you underestimate the enemy? You just thought about how to lead me here, did you ever think that I was also guarded?"

Master Zhang looked at the dead head that was inexplicably seen in an instant, but now suddenly appeared in front of him: "You...you actually..."

The dead head was only a short distance from Master Zhang's eyes, but he was holding a peach wood sword in his hand, but he couldn't hold it up. He could only stare at him blankly, and his face slowly burst into cold sweat.

"Why, only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light the lamps? You can bully Mengdie and be kind and unprepared, but you cannot ignore my existence, otherwise you will not know how you die."

After saying that, the dead head flew away and flew in the formation. It looked very messy, but in fact it was cracking the formation in an orderly manner.

He didn't say a big deal. In his eyes, things like Yin and Yang, Five Elements, Eight Trigrams Formation are indeed not very capable. I guess they are those powerful and the formations that can really restrain him have been lost. After all, it is more than a thousand years since the Tang Dynasty.

Qin Mengdie stood there blankly and watched the dead heads flying all over the sky, feeling that she was a completely fool. Master Zhang and the others had already figured out each other, and it was her calculating, but she knew nothing.

"Bang bang bang..."
Chapter completed!