Zhao Wujiang nodded.

He looked at the ghosts on the street who looked like walking corpses and sighed.

Ghosts are souls that linger in the world and do not want to leave.

Ghosts sleep during the day, and people sleep soundly at night.

Almost all ghosts are born out of obsession.

Either unwilling, or eager, or unforgettable.

Zhao Wujiang recalled that he was a rootless soul at the beginning.

It's just that my cultivation level is high enough and my soul has become powerful enough to become a divine soul. I was lucky enough to survive as a divine soul.

But the soul alone does not last forever.

His soul merged with the demonic energy of the natal demon pill given by Linlang, and they relied on each other.

He then had a temporary body and has survived to this day.

He has also experienced death, and he has also had obsessions, so looking at these ghosts who are about to wake up in the dark night, he is particularly emotional.

He will see hundreds of ghosts walking at night in the heavy rain, and he will really be among them.

"Little brother, did you come to this Youdu to seek obsession?" The middle-aged man glanced at Zhao Wujiang.

"No, I'm just passing through here, not looking for anyone."

Zhao Wujiang shook his head, the carriage moved forward slowly, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and in the dark night ahead, there were several green flames floating.

"That's good." The middle-aged man took a deep look at Zhao Wujiang and said with a smile:

"A person with obsessions who can leave Youdu will never survive."

Zhao Wujiang suddenly felt as if he had heard ghost stories told by his elders when he was a child, and felt a chill in his heart for no apparent reason.

He changed the topic and asked with a smile:

"My younger brother Zhao Wuyan, I don't know my name."

"Thank you Xin'an." The middle-aged man smiled and drove the carriage toward the green flames floating in the dark night.

Zhao Wujiang scratched his head, his smile was a little honest, but he was extremely vigilant in his heart, and even the most hidden sword energy was summoned, and it continued to circulate in his body.

Xie Xin'an, if there is a knife in my heart, it is Xie Bian, Bai Wuchang thanks Bian!

This is not a escort, he is clearly a ghost.

Zhao Wujiang breathed calmly and showed no expression, but his eyes suddenly trembled.

Among the dimly visible ghosts on the roadside, he saw a familiar figure, Zhu Jing of the Divine Demon Sect.

He clearly remembered that Zhu Jing was spared her life by Wu Dahai and others under the protection of Elder Zhu, and left the Divine Demon Sect.

How could Zhu Jing's ghost appear in the quiet capital of Lingxi Continent now?

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw that Zhu Jing was dressed in red and her face was rosy, just like ordinary people, but her red lips were particularly red, her eyes were dull, and she kept muttering something in her mouth.

The carriage was getting closer and closer to the green flames, and Zhu Jing's figure fell behind. Zhao Wujiang could no longer see him, but the doubts and vigilance in his heart became more and more intense.

"Xu..."

The middle-aged man Xie Xin'an pulled the reins of the horse.

The horse stopped in front of an inn.

To the left and right of the inn door, two lanterns with green flames hung, and the inn was filled with a strange red glow.

There are couplets on the gate, one on the left and one on the right. On the left side are the four characters "Sign up to make money" and on the right are the four characters "Xiling Inn".

The plaque on the door of the inn seems to be a talisman, crooked.

"arrive."

Xie Xin'an jumped off the carriage and walked towards the inn, hands behind her back.

The curtain of the carriage was opened, and two men and a woman stepped out.

There was a man with an arrogant figure, a handsome appearance, and a heroic spirit. He had a large sword with a copper ring on his waist.

The girl next to her, named Su Su, had a sweet smile, and looked at the man holding the knife with shyness and a smile.

The other man was a young man wearing a Confucian shirt and carrying a green bamboo bookcase. He looked quite handsome and had a strong scholarly spirit, but his face was full of depression. Although he was smiling, he was also bitter.

When he passed by Zhao Wujiang, he slightly saluted Zhao Wujiang:

"Xiaosheng Dong Ning, I have met Brother Zhao."

He was in the carriage and had already heard the name.

Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists in return, but hesitated in his steps.

He looked at this Xi Ling Inn and always felt that something was going to happen after he entered.

"Come in, okay little brother."
Chapter completed!