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The wind does not come from outside the mountains.
It seems to be rising from inside the stone platform.
The blood talisman on the wooden box of Gu Huaishan's remains lit up slightly, and then gradually became quiet.
Shen Bingxin immediately checked the surrounding atmosphere.
"The pollution is waning."
Gu Chenzhou closed his eyes, as if a huge boulder that had been pressing on his chest for many years had finally been lifted.
"I can still protect my father here."
Song Qingshan also felt it.
Although the old formation of Shoushantai is in ruins, it has natural protection for the remains of the Gu family.
If Mr. Hei wants to remotely pull Gu Huaishan's remains, it will be much more difficult.
This step is the right one.
But just when everyone relaxed a little, Song Qingshan's eyebrows guarding the well seal suddenly felt slightly warm.
He raised his head and looked at the stone forest behind the mountain guarding platform.
There, the fog suddenly became thicker.
Gu Chenzhou also noticed it.
"Someone has been here."
Behind the mountain guard platform is a natural stone forest.
The stone pillars are not high, but they are scattered in a messy manner, like some kind of dilapidated formation.
Gu Chenzhou said that when he was a child, his elders prohibited their children from entering the depths of the stone forest.
Because it is the corner of the old formation, it is easy to get lost.
After everyone entered the stone forest, they quickly discovered something unusual.
On the back of a stone pillar, someone carved new characters.
The handwriting is very thin.
Used is a dark red liquid.
Not ordinary blood.
Shen Bingxin tried it with a silver needle, and the tip immediately turned black.
"Corpse blood."
There are only eight characters on the stone pillar.
——The bones of the father have returned, but the debt of the son has not been paid.
Gu Chenzhou's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Black Tiger cursed in a low voice: "These guys are really haunting."
Song Qingshan looked at the bloody words and did not immediately reach out to destroy them.
Gu Chenzhou's voice was cold.
"This is for me."
Song Qingshan said: "It's also for me."
His eyes swept across the stone forest.
"Mr. Hei knew we would come to Guard the Mountain."
Huo Jingyuan frowned: "How could he know?"
Song Qingshan said: "It is a reasonable choice to return the remains of senior Gu Huaishan to the mountain."
"It's not difficult to guess someone like Mr. Hei."
Gu Chenzhou said coldly: "He still wants to stimulate me."
Shen Bing thought: "You can't be led away."
Gu Chenzhou nodded.
"I know."
He walked to the stone pillar and raised his hand to erase the bloody words.
Song Qingshan stopped him.
"Wait a minute."
The prototype of Song Qingshan's spiritual consciousness swept across the blood words.
Soon, he discovered that every word written in blood contained extremely fine paper dust.
Paper ashes and corpse blood mixed together to form a miniature communication talisman.
As long as Gu Chenzhou touches it with his blood aura, the caster in the distance can immediately sense his emotional fluctuations.
He might even take the opportunity to touch Gu Huaishan's remains again.
"Something from the paper Taoist lineage."
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