At the foot of Danglang Mountain, there is a bare forest.

The soil everywhere is gray and black, and after winter, the leaves have already fallen off.

At night, the strange-shaped bare trees and twisted trunks add a bit of eerieness.

The Yue Yan's raven returned to the imperial city, and now only the Dou Xie's raven was left hovering in the sky.

The symbolic meaning of the raven is always greater than the actual meaning. A single raven is mostly used as a warning.

But as a member of Ye Weiyang, Raven had to take it with him, otherwise he would lose face if the news spread.

His face was swollen and his eyes were dark, but he was high-spirited and walked ahead.

The raven's trajectory began to become confusing as it circled in the sky.

Hua Hua Hua——

The black cat in the two black boxes scratches its claws louder and louder.

The turtle man, who was as confused as if he had lost his soul, was still walking in front, and he was heading in the direction of Danglang Mountain.

"Look~ you~!"

Suddenly, Dou Xie, who was walking in front, trembled all over and pointed forward with a trembling sound.

I saw more figures appearing in the dead wood forest at some point.

Some of them carry luggage, like scholars rushing to take exams.

Some are like charlatans, with small flags saying "Medicine cures all diseases" stuck next to the bamboo box on their back.

Some are like harem women, with messy clothes and half-exposed shoulders, running around in a daze.

Some are like knight-errants, carrying a wine flask on their backs, carrying a sword at their waist, and walking staggeringly.

At a glance, there were dozens of people walking into the dead wood forest from different directions. They had different identities, but the same thing was that they were all heading towards the winding entrance to the mountain.

"inspiration!"

Zheng Xiu touched his forehead, threw out a big success, concentrated his concentration, and activated his spiritual vision.

Feng Bei glanced at Zheng Xiu and frowned slightly.

A few steps closer to the mountain, Zheng Xiu now activated [Spirit Vision] with great success, and the vision in front of him was as clear as if it had been coded.

A thin black line extends from the top of everyone's head, converging into the depths of Danlang Mountain.

Zheng Xiu looked up in shock, his eyes dark.

I saw several connected hills in the distance, as if shrouded in an oval cover, with black flames twisting and swinging like ink, and gushing out from the edge of the cover from time to time.

"It's a ghost, that's right!"

Zheng Xiu was someone who had experienced the tragedy in Baili Village twenty years ago. As soon as he saw the cover, he knew that ghosts had formed around the mountain.

According to Feng Bei, the world is divided into two sides, the eternal world and the eternal darkness.

The two realms generally do not communicate with each other, but very close to Chang An, an edge zone will be formed. This is the "ghost world" that Zheng Xiu usually enters.

But why is Danglang Mountain so close to Chang An?

Zheng Xiu recalled the tragic scene in Baili Village.

He vaguely felt something in common, which seemed to be related to the tragedy of the dead, but without actually investigating, it was difficult for Zheng Xiu to know.

During this ghost trip, Zheng Xiu is not afraid of the butterfly effect similar to what happened after clearing the customs in Baili Village.

The difference from Baili Village is that Baili Village was a "ghost of the past" that existed twenty years ago, while the current Xiangu Temple is a ghost of the present.

The three people present had long known that Master Zheng was special. He was both powerful and psychic. He was gifted with extraordinary powers and could be called a psychic prodigy. They waited quietly for Master Zheng to speak. Zheng Xiu did not pretend to act, so he immediately used the [Spiritual Vision].

description of the scene.

“A ‘secret tent’ has actually been formed!”

When Dou Xie heard Zheng Xiu's description, he immediately exclaimed in shock.

Zheng Xiu heard another new term and looked at Feng Bei silently.

Feng Bei's expression became a little more solemn, and she explained: "I didn't expect that this place was hidden so deeply. There is a complete 'ghost monster' in the dark tent." She applied what she learned and soon used it on Senior Zheng Shan.

A new word for "invention": "There is only a thin line between the complete ghosts and Chang An. Once the foul energy of Chang An is released, many people will die under this mountain."

"Why is this happening?"

Zheng Xiu asked.

Fengbei was silent.

Dou Xie put his hands together and prayed silently.

In his opinion, the matter was a bit big.

I usually only hear seniors mention this matter, but I didn't expect him to encounter it.

"Otherwise," Yue Yan gritted her teeth and suggested, "After dawn, the filthy smell will fade a bit. If we enter the ghost world again then..."

Feng Bei shook his head and interrupted Yue Yan: "No, in my opinion, the formation of Langshan's secret tent was obviously man-made. When we entered the town, the other party discovered us."

Zheng Xiu frowned and walked forward quickly.

All kinds of people gather on the same road in the forest.

[Spiritual Vision] was still activated. Zheng Xiu walked faster and faster, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of the hill.

The cover is right in front of you, its appearance is twisted like burning black flames, and it is bottomless.

This was Zheng Xiu's first time approaching Guixiao in this way, but he was so close that he had not yet received the notification of arriving at [Guixiao·Xiangu Temple].

"Master Zheng, don't walk so fast!"

Yueyan didn't know that Zheng Xiu was worried about Zheng Erniang at home, and said that children were ignorant.

"Meow!!!"

Just when the three of them came behind Zheng Xiu, a shrill meow came from the black box behind Yue Yan.

Fengbei stopped, and Yueyan quickly opened the black box, only to see a chubby black cat frothing at the mouth and passed out.

Zheng Xiu ignored the three people behind him and stretched out his hand towards the dark tent.

【You have arrived at Guixi·Xiangu Temple.】

【You enter Danglang Mountain.】

The font appears before my eyes.

Zheng Xiu breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Finally, I no longer have to cling to [Yizhan Fengbei]’s side.

Although you can enter [Inn Fengbei] at any time, the function of teleporting to the inn anytime and anywhere is also very convenient.

But Mr. Zheng is used to taking the initiative and taking the initiative into his own hands.

From now on, it is up to him to decide whether to enter the ghost world or not!

He was about to turn around and ask Feng Bei for his opinion.

Zheng Xiu's hand penetrated deep into the secret tent before he could pull it out.

"Boo~"

A sudden suction force sucked Zheng Xiu into the ghost world.

Zheng Xiu: "?"

Outside the ghost tent.

"Asshole! Let you eat! Let you eat! Let you eat! You deserve it!"

When Yueyan compared the black cat in the box, she knew that her cat had eaten too much and had vomited out all the "wicks" that had not had time to digest.

She has to clean the black box when she goes back!

Lost for a moment, Dou Xie clearly saw the young man being sucked into the dark tent.

He pointed blankly at the ripples and twists in front of him and moved his lips: "He, he, he..."

Although Dou Xie was severely beaten by Zheng Xiu along the way, after all, he was still on the same journey now, and besides, it was Dou Xie who provoked him inexplicably. Now that he saw Zheng Xiu entering the ghost world, he became anxious.

Feng Bei's pupils suddenly shrank, and he pushed aside the long hair covering his right eye, revealing that strange pupil.

Her vision was not as clear as Zheng Xiu's [spiritual vision], but she could still vaguely see where Zheng Xiu disappeared, and the scenery was distorted, as if there was a separation.

When Yue Yan came back to her senses, she was also dumbfounded: "No, how could he get in? Even we can't get in without the 'barrier-breaking knife' stained with the Night Lord's blood."

Feng Bei seemed calm, but was disturbed by this sudden change.

Zheng E is the son of Zheng Shan and her benefactor. She must never let Zheng E die here.

Feng Bei subconsciously stretched out her hand towards the dark tent, but paused in an instant. She flipped her wrist and a strange curved-edged dagger appeared in her hand. Without saying a word, Feng Bei slashed the curved-edged dagger towards the dark tent.

The distorted scenery was cut in the middle, like a complete canvas being torn open with a crack.
To be continued...