Chapter 134 Trapped Gods

When Ye Yang's message came, I had already rushed back to Longwan Cemetery: "Zhao Zhao, this little milk dog is just like Ye Yang. When someone else is using their brain, he stops using his own."

I held up the data and said, "The little milk dog miscalculated one thing: why did Xie Yueling build Longwan Cemetery?"

"The first person to discover Mu Wenmin's secret wasn't a feng shui master from the provincial capital's sorcery community, but Xie Yueling."

"At that time, Xie Yueling was trying to restore her strength. So, she also wanted the secret of the Burial Dragon Temple. But she didn't have the ability to break into the Burial Dragon Temple and forcibly snatch the drought demon, so she could only make a deal with Mu Wenmin: use Longwan Cemetery in exchange for benefits, thus completing the yin-yang exchange of the feng shui formation."

I sneered, "The people in Mingshi Haoting are born during the day and die at night."

"Then in Longwan Cemetery, it should be haunted at night and peaceful during the day."

"That means Mu Wenmin is hiding in the body of a dead person in Mingshi Haoting. He's using the feng shui formation to frequently replace people's life and death, actually trying to conceal his Earth Soul."

I said in a deep voice, "Tell Ye Yang to chop off the heads of all the corpses before the yin-yang exchange arrives. I want to see how he'll manipulate life and death when those souls can't return."

Butcher Wang frowned, "You're not letting the souls return… you want to deal with the ghosts here? In broad daylight?"

"Why not?" I laughed. "Since Mu Wenmin wants to keep it a secret, he'll definitely be more thorough than we think. Even if we fight here, it won't be seen from the outside."

"Old Liu, drive them away!"

Old Liu nodded slightly, then directly set up a Dharma altar in the cemetery. With a peach wood sword in one hand and a soul-suppressing bell in the other, his white hair covered his face as he stepped on the Big Dipper pattern. As the soul-suppressing bell vibrated, Old Liu loudly proclaimed: "Listen, all souls, those with homes, return home; those with masters, return to your masters! Those who don't leave within fifteen minutes will be executed without mercy!"

While Old Liu was speaking, I kept observing the situation in the cemetery.

Ordinary ghosts couldn't withstand the sound of the soul-suppressing bell. Even though Longwan Cemetery held the bones of thousands, it wouldn't take long for them to be forced out of the tombs by the soul-suppressing bell.

After a moment, a figure appeared behind a tombstone not far from Old Liu: "You're too overbearing. This is where I've settled down. What right do you have to drive us away?"

"You won't leave and even want to kill people. Who gave you the courage?"

Old Liu didn't even look at the other party. He shook the soul-suppressing bell more and more urgently, the piercing sound spreading in all directions. The tombstones in Longwan Cemetery also began to vibrate constantly with the ringing of the bell.

At first glance, it looked as if ghosts were hiding in their graves, shivering. But on closer inspection, the vibration of the tombstones contained a hint of killing intent.

At the same time, the sky, with the walls of Longwan Cemetery as the boundary, gradually darkened. This scene was as if a demon god had descended, forcibly reversing dawn and dusk within a thousand meters, plunging the entire cemetery back into darkness.

Soon, apart from the red candles on Old Liu's altar still emitting a faint light, nothing else could be seen in the cemetery.

A tombstone suddenly snapped in half under the pull of the bell, half of the stone tablet slamming onto the ground with a loud echoing sound. Before the sound faded, the second tombstone shattered into two pieces.

The third, the fourth…

Thousands of stone tablets were like dominoes being pushed over, one after another breaking apart. My gaze followed the broken tablets from the top of the mountain, winding down, until I scanned the family tomb stuck at the entrance of the cemetery. The ghost who had come out to rebuke Old Liu also revealed his true face behind the tombstone—the gatekeeper.

I looked at him coldly and said, "It's time to reveal your name!"

The gatekeeper shook his head: "No name. I'm just a gatekeeper. Since you call me Stone Lion, then consider me a stone lion!"

"When I was alive, I helped the owner watch over Mingshi Haoting, and after death, I watched over Longwan Cemetery. Eighty years in total."

I sneered, "Mu Wenmin, who are you still trying to deceive at this point?"

Mu Wenmin chuckled coldly: "If I can't deceive, then I won't deceive. I'll kill a few of you first, and then deal with the Ye Clan traitors."

Before Mu Wenmin's laughter faded, the stone tablet in that family tomb exploded at the same time, twenty-four figures standing behind Mu Wenmin.

I looked coldly at the eerie figures: "Greater ghosts? Do you have some misunderstanding about our strength?"

Mu Wenmin laughed: "Do you think that after a hundred years of management, I can only raise a few greater ghosts? In this feng shui formation, every ghost has the strength comparable to a ghost god. You can't escape. Attack!"

With Mu Wenmin's angry shout, the ghosts behind him scattered, advancing towards us from all directions.

With every inch the twenty-four ghosts advanced, several more ghosts appeared behind them. In a short moment, the ghosts drawn by the twenty-four shadows were like eight torrents, gathering towards us.

Old Liu said in a deep voice: "Eight Waters Trapping God Formation! He's using ghosts to imitate the flow of water!"

"Not just ghosts!" With a cold laugh, Mu Wenmin suddenly came a loud bang from the direction of the mountain top, followed by a roar like a mountain torrent rushing down from the top of the mountain.

Mu Wenmin blew up the reservoir on the mountain!

What was the point of flooding the cemetery to him?

Was Mu Wenmin making a superfluous move?

No, Earth and Wood sorcerers never make useless moves. There was another motive for him to blow up the reservoir.