The two looked at each other. Wen Meng thought about his older age and was about to push the door open when Bai Wanming walked up first.

With the creaking sound, the door was opened and it was pitch black inside.

Bai Wanming did not rush to go in. He spread his right palm and stretched out more than a dozen vines.

First, he took the lantern in Wen Meng's hand, took out the candlelight, and lit the candles in the room one by one.

The two of them immediately felt that the lights were brighter, which formed a sharp contrast with the outdoors, and then walked in together.

A dark coffin similar to that in the yard is placed in it.

Seeing that Bai Wanming released vines again, the cover of the coffin was taken off. When they looked closer, they saw that Zhao was lying in it.

However, unlike the others, a white jade official seal he held in his hands was emitting a faint yellow light, covering the body of the prefect Zhao.

Not long after, the prefect Zhao, who had lost the constraints of the coffin, quickly woke up.

Because of the protection of the official seal, his consciousness was much clearer, and even the memory of himself trapped in the coffin was still preserved.

"What happened? Hang is okay?"

Wen Meng quickly explained to him. He was afraid that Prefect Zhao would not believe that such a crisis would occur, but he did not expect that he seemed to have expected it.

Prefect Zhao pondered for a moment before speaking, "I understand, that guy should be waiting for me."

"Yes, it's waiting for you." Bai Wanming said to Guan Yin, only Wen Meng was still in the clouds.

Zhao Magistrate walked to his wooden table and sat down. He put the official seal on it: "This official seal is a magic weapon that Mingdiansi has officially refined. It has it in every town and can absorb the power of a city."

"No matter how we county officials adjust the value, this official seal has been staying in Hangdu City. As long as there are demons and ghosts that can threaten the official seal, it will release its willpower and magic."

Wen Meng's expression was incredible, and he couldn't help asking: "With such magical tools, why are there any demons who dare to set up such magical arrays and try to sacrifice hundreds of thousands of people in Hangdu for blood?"

Bai Wanming shook his head and said with some regret: "I'm afraid the power of the official seal can only be released once. It seems that we are doomed tonight."

Prefect Zhao thrust his chest hard: "Since the demon in the dark dares to set up this magic circle, he is gambled!!"

He lowered his head and his face became extremely decadent: "But I didn't dare to bet with it, so I lost the bet from the beginning."

Prefect Zhao picked up a knife on the table and slashed his palm hard. A wound suddenly appeared, and blood dripped onto the official seal.

The original white jade official seal was dyed with a little red color, and the aura of this magic weapon gradually became consistent with him.

It took about half a cup of tea. When the face of Zhao Magistrate Zhao's face turned a little pale, the official seal stopped absorbing the blood, and at this time it had turned into blood red.

The wound of the prefect Zhao was stopped by Bai Wanming using his magical powers, and his eyes were staring at the open door, and then he roared.

"I have been controlled by the official seal. Why don't you dare to show up yet? Are you too timid?!!!"

As soon as the words fell, the wind blew, the sorrow music played by the trumpet sounded, and the temperature in the room gradually decreased.

A heavy breathing sounded, and then the floor tiles of the house began to flip, as if something was about to emerge from the soil.

After a few breaths, a part of a blue-black coffin appeared on the ground, and then continued to rise and soon appeared.

Wen Meng was sweating coldly, but he pretended to be calm and sat in his seat.

Bai Wanming's expression changed at all, but his slightly aggravated breathing showed that the boy was not as calm as he seemed.

The prefect Zhao pinched the official seal with his hands and narrowed his eyes: "Faced with the unowned official seal, as long as it launches a blood sacrifice, it will definitely die, and only if I control the official seal, it will dare to appear."

"Then why do you have to take the initiative to control the official seal?" Wen Meng couldn't help asking.

"Because it really dares, it can bet with me, but I can't." The expression on Zhao Magistrate Zhao's face was helpless.

At this time, the cover of the coffin was opened little by little, and a hoarse and strange sound began to sound.

"The world is like a prison, and all sentient beings are suffering.

Reincarnation continues and worries continue.

I pity my world, God comes from heaven.

The mother without birth is empty, and the hometown is vacuum."

Wen Meng reacted the moment he heard the song, and the word "white lotus" popped out of his mind.

This cult named Bailian has developed secretly in Jiuzhou for hundreds of years. Its purpose is unknown and its members are even more unknown. It only knows that every time it appears, it will cause a bloody storm.

A thin corpse crawled out of the coffin, with its skin wrapped in bones, and looked like it had been buried underground for decades.

The corpse looked like an ordinary corpse on the surface, but during breathing, the yin energy that was rich enough to be solid was sucked into its mouth.

It ignored Bai Wanming and Wen Meng who were standing beside him, looked at Zhao Magistrate and said, "You can still activate the official seal now. Don't you bet a bet. Can I turn on the blood sacrifice before I die?"

"No more gambling. You have been planning to seize this period of power vacuum in the Ming Diansi. It has nothing to do with this official seal. Even if I launch the official seal, Hang lost his blessing in a short time. If you have a backup plan, these hundreds of thousands of people will still be in danger."

"Ha, you are a smart person, so let's talk about the conditions." The corpse looked at him with admiration and continued: "Let half of the population of Hangdu be sacrificed by me, and the remaining half, including you, can survive."

Even though the prefect Zhao was already a little prepared, he still couldn't speak easily. He opened his mouth and his eyes became dim.

The corpse strange smiled and then looked at Wen Meng and the others: "His choice is his choice. What about you, should you be the living half or the dead half?"

Wen Meng narrowed her eyes: "Where did you get the courage to provoke Mingdiansi? Even if the White Lotus Sect can sacrifice blood to Hangdu, it will attract Mingdiansi. Don't you know what kind of existence it will be like?"

"Hehehehe, so I'm thinking of giving you a way out. I'll give you a chance and you won't be useful."

The corpse grabbed Wen Meng, and a suction appeared in the palm of his palm, grabbing his neck with one hand.

"To me, you are just some stinky fish and rotten shrimps, so please ask me for mercy."

Wen Meng's face turned red, and the strength on the corpse's hands gradually increased. At this time, Bai Wanming stretched out the vine and controlled its arm.

"Mingdiansi, Mingdiansi, I really don't know what to say. I'm annoyed, let's destroy it."

The corpse pulled, and the vines were torn into two sections. Then the index finger bounced, and a yin energy that seemed to be solid was shot out and directly hit the compass in Wen Meng's hand.

The compass was split into pieces, and Wen Meng then screamed and vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and it seemed that it was about to fail.

"Your natal ghost weapon is destroyed, but your companion will soon die."
Chapter completed!