A gust of cold wind blew by, and Song Ya couldn't help but wrap up his clothes tightly and continue sleeping. Song Xin, on the other hand, was already covered in cold sweat.

Through the broken windows and half of the collapsed wall, he saw secret numb 'people' watching them around.

Song Xin immediately sent a message to the little girl with his spiritual consciousness,

"You hide in the jade piece."

The little girl also lost her beauty, nodded quickly, and disappeared in a flash.

These people with dull eyes were staring straight at themselves and Song Ya, as if they were iron nails attracted by a magnet. Even though he had some cultivation, cold sweat broke out on his back. How could there be so many ghosts in this place?

He was very puzzled.

"Why are you here?" Song Xin tried to use his spiritual consciousness to talk to a ghost fighting at the window.

"..."

"..."

The ghost remained silent, just staring at Song Xin with dull eyes.

He asked several more times, but got no answer.

Turning to look at Song Ya who was sleeping and snoring, Song Xin boldly walked out. Those souls turned their heads one after another and looked at him with dull eyes. It wasn't until they were five feet away that the ghosts turned back and looked at the broken house again.

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Song Xin walked around and found that there were countless souls gathered here. Regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, they were all naked. Many of them had wounds on their bodies. At a glance, it was obvious that they were people who had died recently.

And most of them wear soldiers' buns on their heads.

Without exception, they were all staring straight at the broken house. It seemed that there was something there that was attracting them.

Song Xin walked around in a circle and gave up on counting the number of ghosts. Looking over, he saw they were so densely packed that there were tens of thousands of them.

He vaguely felt that there must be something in the broken house that was attracting those ghosts. But when he took a look, there was nothing except Song Ya, who was sleeping soundly.

Song Xin asked: "Do you think there is anything weird in this shabby house?"

"Well, right where you were sitting just now, there was a strong suction force..."

Song Xin's mouth twitched a few times when he heard the black lines in his head. Could there be something under his butt? He returned to the shabby house, and where he was sitting just now, there was nothing suspicious except for the hay that kept him warm.

place.

Song Xin couldn't practice anymore, so he could only sit down next to his cousin with his eyes closed, let go of his consciousness, and keep vigil for him to prevent those ghosts from disturbing him.

At the third watch of the night, the place where Song Xin was sitting suddenly trembled slightly, and then a small black disk appeared, and then expanded to the size of the mouth of a wine vat.

The black hole did not attract Song Xin's attention at first, and he did not notice it until the black hole became larger.

He immediately turned his attention to it, and then he felt a chill all over his body, and he could see white mist in his breath. Song Ya seemed to feel it too, grabbing hay and wrapping himself tightly in his sleep.

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At this time, several shadows slowly rose inside the black hole.

When they started talking, Song Xin was so frightened by the strange voice that she broke into a cold sweat. The voice was like several people talking at the same time in the empty valley, mixed with voices and echoes. They spoke very slowly, as if using

A broken tape recorder played at a slow speed, and no emotion could be heard. It was also speaking a language that Song Xin could not understand at all.

"Huang Huan tried his best to scare Ren? Huang fart, Er Xue rotten stick is not afraid of Ren! (How can there be anyone here? Huang Pi, you said there will be no one in this shabby house.)"

"Xiao Huo my level, Mi Mi Ren? (How do I know, a passerby?)"

Song Xin could hear their conversation, but he couldn't understand what they said at all. At this time, several more 'people' emerged from the black hole.

A slightly irritable voice said: "What are you talking about?"

"嚚嚇咚嚁叁偰仁! 黄萋谛四困偰仁." (There are people here, Huang Pi said there won't be anyone.)

Song Xin was confused. He didn't understand a word these things said. He opened his eyes slightly and wanted to secretly take a look at these people, but when he saw it, he couldn't help but feel nervous and his heart pounded.

Jump straight.

A total of four "people" came out of the black hole. Of the two who came up earlier, one had sallow skin and a face as thin as a zombie in a grave, with bones under the skin, and was wearing a tattered yellow hat.

The other one had a bald head, half of his face was fleshy, the other half was a white skeleton, and his body was half human and half skeleton. They each carried a bundle of chains and a steel fork.

The two at the back look much more normal. One has a charming and handsome appearance, with a smile at the corners of his mouth. He has white hair and white bones on the top of his head, as if he is wearing a white crown. He is wearing a white robe and only has a tongue.

It is very long, and the contrast between the long blood-red tongue and the white robe is very obvious, and it is eerie. There are two long teeth exposed on his upper lip.

The other man's body was completely black, but the bones on his head were as black as ink, and they were also raised high, like a black crown. This man's face was extremely ugly, with many bulges and sores, his eyes were strangely red, and the corners of his mouth were droopy and droopy.

Long teeth protrude from the lips.

Both of them were tall and thin, about ten feet tall, with slender arms. Each held a green fluorescent lamp and a white flag.

The man in white floated closer to Song Xin, tilted his head and stared at him for a while, then leaned over and smelled it. Song Xin was too frightened to open his eyes, but his body was shaking involuntarily...

"Little alchemist, I know you can see me. The Yin soldiers are here to collect their souls today, so don't disturb me." His voice sounded like a man and a woman speaking at the same time, and the space was as quiet as a deep valley.

Song Xin was startled, and his eyes suddenly opened. The face of the man in white was just a palm away from him. Song Xin almost turned over in fright. Unexpectedly, he was discovered. And he could also speak human language!

"Hahahaha, I scared you, little alchemist. Ordinary people can't see me, but your divine consciousness revealed your identity." He continued, and even saw Song Xin's cultivation level.

"嚚嚓不米多, Qushi (stop talking nonsense and get things done)" The man with the black crown obviously has

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Somewhat impatiently, he urged.

"Who are you waiting for?"

"He and I are ghosts from the Underworld. My name is Xie Bian, and he is Fan Wujiu. A soul-collecting general who specializes in collecting the souls of dead people to go to the Underworld. You are an alchemist and you don't know about us?"

He pointed at the man with the black crown. The man with the black crown looked at Song Xin and snorted impatiently, seeming a little disgusted.

"The two of us are also traveling, and I have no intention of disturbing you gentlemen. Please don't hurt me."

"I can smell that you have a long life, and you have not yet died. I took your soul back to the underworld to deliver a mission. What did you do to me? It's just that I haven't seen a stranger in a long time, so I'm a little curious."

"Little alchemist, I have something to ask you. Why do you smell like ghosts on your body? Could it be that you are feeding ghosts? If so, I advise you to hand it over to avoid bad luck in the future and affecting your cultivation."

Song Xin felt nervous. Could it be that he discovered the jade piece hidden by the little girl?

He hurriedly explained: "I went out for a walk just now, and I might have picked up some soul elements. (Note: When ghosts and ghosts get close to people, they will leave soul elements on them. If they are mortals, they will be affected by the soul elements and give birth to...

If illness comes, it will not matter if the cultivator is protected by the aura of the spiritual core)."

"That's it, I'm about to collect the soul, so don't go out and disturb me." The white-clothed ghost stood up and said, then ignored Song Xin.

"Song Xin, I'm afraid..." The little girl's low voice appeared in Song Xin's consciousness.

"Huh? Huh? (Hmm, there is a ghost?)." Before the white-crowned man could speak, the black-crowned man suddenly glared. His scarlet eyes shot out a red light, and then he looked at Song Xin, who was stared at by this light.

, Song Xin felt as if a huge boulder weighed heavily on her body.

The man with the black crown picked up the green light and walked towards Song Xin. To be precise, he floated towards Song Xin. He shined it on him and then roared angrily.

"Give me the ghost, give it to me."

The white-crowned man walked over with a smile, "Don't be afraid, little alchemist. Fan Wujiu has a bad temper and doesn't know how to talk to others. He feels that there is a ghost hidden in you. How about you give it to us and let us take it to be reincarnated?"

Raising ghosts will do you no good."

"Who said I have a bad temper or that I can't speak human language? Xie Bian, don't chew your tongue! Your tongue was originally nine feet long, but now it's only three feet long. If you chew it, there won't be much left.

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"You see, he has a bad temper, right?" The man in white joked with an evil smile. But the joke between the black and white ghosts, in Song Xin's opinion, was completely unlucky.

"To be honest with you two, I met this ghost by chance, and I specially collected it to teach him some cultivation methods. I hope she can achieve something in the future. I hope you guys will let him go."

"Huh? I think you are not a ghost cultivator, she is a ghost. How do you cultivate your way?" The man in white was a little curious and continued to ask.

"I have a Tao method that she can practice."

"That won't work either!" Fan Wujiu in black said sternly, at the same time, a white spiritual flag was knocked down from his pocket!
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