Ghost-Nurturing Life-Extending Formation...
Mo Hua's gaze narrowed, his thoughts shifting wildly.
Elder Tian... had been relying on this formation to extend his life?
Who had taught him to do this?
And if he learned this method of controlling little ghosts too, could he also extend... someone's life?
Then Mo Hua's heart abruptly tightened, and he mused inwardly:
"But... nurturing ghosts to extend one's life is obviously a heretical method. Can I really learn this...?"
As Mo Hua's thoughts churned, Iron Mountain Tiger seemed to recall something as well and asked doubtfully, "Using little ghosts to suck souls... either the tomb's owner prayed to cultivate the Dao after death, or else... he isn't completely dead yet?"
The moment those words were spoken, everyone's expressions changed, their eyes flickering.
This was rather different from the information they had received before.
Smiling Face merely sneered and said flatly, "No matter what, let's go in and take a look first."
The others nodded as well.
With no time to waste, they continued down the passage toward the depths of the tomb.
But after walking for about the time it took an incense stick to burn, that blood-red ghost gate appeared once more in the gloomy tomb. The murals on either side were filled with fanged little ghosts.
This was the second ghost gate. Compared to the first gate, the number of little ghosts in the murals was no less, perhaps even greater.
The memory of those little ghosts latching onto their faces and sucking away their souls surged back into their minds. At the sight, everyone went pale.
"How do we break this formation?" Thin Cicada asked.
A little ghost formation was unlike mechanisms or array techniques. It was tainted by invisible evil filth.
If they truly fell for it, even if they did