"Madam, you don't want to..."

Zhang Wuji pinched the female ghost's neck with his big hand, his hands were covered with blood. The latter's pale cheeks were full of panic, and he kept struggling under him, kicking his legs around, extremely helpless.

.

It's a bit ugly, but it's good at cultivation.

Zhang Wuji looked at the guy with terrifying cheeks and thought to himself.

This is the strongest ghost he has encountered so far.

A physical female ghost in white.

Close to the level of a foundation-building monk.

Crawling out of the dry well in the yard, wanting to suck.

As a result, Zhang Wuji pressed him to the ground and beat him up.

Xia An was calmly spinning around the yard, looking for useful Yin Qi spiritual plants.

"Senior Brother Wuji, let's go~"

The helpless little boy shouted at the gate of the yard.

Only then did Zhang Wuji stand up without any satisfaction and kick the white-clothed female ghost into the dry well.

A shrill crying sound came faintly. The poor woman obviously suffered a lot of grievances, which was even more miserable than when she seduced the two of them to come.

This is the second day since I entered here.

Several people rushed to the target location. As soon as they stepped through the Yin Qi barrier, they felt that the world seemed to be turning back. In just one step, they felt like the world changed.

The green waters and green mountains of the Qingling Mountains suddenly disappeared, the sky suddenly changed, the dim moonlight shone through the thin clouds and fell into the vast forest, and the mist stuck to the ground. Every step you take will cause countless ripples, and you will hear it.

There are strange murmurings all the time, which makes people feel a sense of fear in their hearts.

Zhang Wuji was about to speak, but found that there was no trace of his companion.

The five ghosts walking in front of him were completely gone, leaving only the endless gloomy vast woods in front of him.

Zhang Wuji became alert at that time and began to investigate alone.

Here is silent, and you can only hear the crackling sound of your feet on the dead branches and leaves. There are some twisted patterns on each tree. It looks like a human face when you look up close. The thicker the trunk, the clearer it is. You can touch it gently.

, it actually has a soft and warm touch.

Strange.

Not long after I left, I heard a familiar voice.

"Dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth, life is painful and cannot be blamed on the underworld."

"The gratitude is the gratitude, the gratitude is the gratitude, and if you have grudges, you will find your creditor."

The young man was holding an ancient candlestick in his hand. The red candle on it had been lit. The bright flames looked very eye-catching in this gloomy and terrifying forest. It was Xia An, the junior brother of the Wan Gui lineage.

He spoke every year, and was walking alone with a bamboo bookcase behind his back.

Zhang Wuji was about to go up to say hello, but suddenly he was stunned.

He saw that behind Xia An, less than ten feet away, was a human-shaped shadow hanging, his tattered clothes barely covering his body, his face was so pale that it was not a living person, his eyes were bottomless black holes, bright red

The blood flowed out from the corners of the eyes, like a shrill red and white painting.

I'll do it.

Ghost!

There are really ghosts.

This looks much more terrifying than the ghosts in the ghost movies I watched in my previous life.

Zhang Wuji was about to make a sound reminder, but saw that the ghost seemed to be unable to contain the attraction of fresh flesh and blood, and rushed forward.

"Small..."

Before the word "heart" was said, the ghost suddenly put into Xia An's bookcase. After a ripples, accompanied by a shrill scream, it turned into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated.

Well, I forgot that Junior Brother Xiao An is from the Wan Gui lineage.

Ordinary ghosts are not seeking death when they pounce on them.

"Hey, Senior Brother Wuji!"

Zhang Wuji's voice caught Xia An's attention. The boy's eyes lit up. He was obviously very happy. He jumped around and came to Zhang Wuji. The candlestick in his hand was shaking too much, and he almost knocked over the red candle.

"Oh Ouch."

Xia An shyly straightened the red candle, then came to his senses and looked at it. Seeing Zhang Wuji's expression strange, he asked, "Senior Brother Wuji, what's wrong with you?"

"Well, Xiao An."

Zhang Wuji hesitated and pointed to his bookcase and said, "A ghost is following you just now, it..."

"I know, senior brother, haven't you turned around?"

"There are several behind you."

Zhang Wuji suddenly felt stiff when he heard this.

He slowly turned his head, a twisted and bloody face was only one fist away from him, looking at him quietly, his bright red tongue licking all kinds of things around his neck.

Ghostly lying on the shoulder!

Huh~

Getting rid of these bad memories, Zhang Wuji impatiently found a wooden board to cover the dead manhole, and finally became a little cleaner.

After solving the ghost behind him, the two of them walked together. Five or six hours had passed. After calculating, it should be the early morning of the second day in the outside world.

However, the sky here is far from bright.

"Are you gaining anything?"

Zhang Wuji walked to the door and watched Xia An packing his small box.

While busy, the boy said, "This yard is a typical scene of a grievance female ghost. Generally, there are no particularly powerful ones, so there are only a few 20-year-old dark grasses that can be used to refine the lowest-level Yin Qi Pill.

Not big."

Zhang Wuji was popularized by Xiao An's junior brother, and his knowledge about ghosts and underworlds, and at this time, he could fully digest the latter.

The Ten Thousand Ghosts lineage is placed in the entire Jiuzhou, and it is also a role of Taishan Beidou in the ghost realm. Naturally, it is easy to learn about these basic knowledge. The two of them have encountered many similar scenes in just a few hours.

From the wild ghost in the woods at the beginning to the resentful girl in the dry well this time, Zhang Wuji has long been accustomed to it.

Although most of these ghosts have no entity, they can tear them to pieces with their powerful and sword-intentioned spiritual sense.

If there is an entity, it would be even better.

Press it directly on the ground, and you don't want to ask!

What's more, there is Junior Brother Xiao An next to him, especially the candlestick he was holding.

This is a magic weapon unique to the Wan Gui lineage, called the Guihun Candle. The main body is an old Yin wood, and the red candle is refined with corpse oil supplemented with a variety of underworld materials.

The main function of this object is lighting.

It is exactly the same as the original function of a candle.

But this lighting illuminates the underworld and the appearance of ghosts.

Not every monk can open the Yin-Yang Eye, and not every monk has the powerful spiritual consciousness of sword cultivator.

Xia An was also surprised that Zhang Wuji could see clearly the skills of those low-level ghosts, and was scattered by the latter's random explanations.

The boy did not go into it in depth, but just thought that the senior brother of the White Bone Cave was very powerful.

"Senior Brother, have you noticed that the ghosts we encountered are getting stronger and stronger?"

Xia An said a little uneasy.

Zhang Wuji nodded.

He naturally discovered it.

"The Soul Candle will sense the existence of ghosts. I feel a little bit like that. If you walk forward, I'm afraid..."

"There will be a fierce ghost who will appear and your cultivation is not inferior to you."

Zhang Wuji just smiled and looked at the uneasy boy and said, "Junior brother, didn't you say that, there is no turning back when you hit the wall. If you want to go out, you can only go forward."

"I want to have a long experience."

"Is it the terrifying ghost of Luo Shi, or the majesty of my white bone cave?"

"Oh, it would be great if Senior Brother Ke and the others were there. He would have at least three evil spirits under his command."

Senior Brother Ke is the young man who takes the lead. His full name is Ke Hanyan. He is the third disciple of Mr. Gui. He is very talented and is now twenty-three years old. His cultivation has reached the late stage of foundation building. He is the unscrupulous leader.

"And so many dark trees."

Xia An stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance, with a little worried tone.
Chapter completed!