After Shi Guxing left the attic of the small academy, he was very scared, but he didn't know what to say. He told the public that it was not until the evening when the sound of pots and pans clattering in every house that he opened the door to his yard and walked in.

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"Be careful. Where have you been? Why are you back now? Come on, grandma will burn two sweet potatoes for you to eat as a snack." An old lady with her head wrapped in black cloth held on to the door of the woodshed in an arrogant manner. When she heard the door open,

He hurriedly came out and saw his grandson Zhang Shenxing coming back. He was very concerned and invited him to eat roasted sweet potatoes.

Zhang Shenxing died from his father, his mother, and his grandfather since he was a child. In the words of outsiders, he was born with a low life. Ever since he was born, his family has never been happy with him.

Although the people in the village supported their grandfather and grandson, they never had much contact with them. Rumors said that he was a scapegoat. However, Mr. Zhang, who returned to his hometown after retiring from the capital, liked this boy very much and never believed the rumors from outsiders.

Those evil sects regard him as his own direct grandson, and even gave his name the word "Shen Xing" that suits them best.

Zhang Shenxing was worried, but he didn't want to worry his elderly and sick grandmother anymore. He just lied that he was sick, closed the door and stuffed himself into a thin quilt, feeling worried.

He fumbled tremblingly and rubbed the flint. He lit the only tung oil lamp in the room. After a slight chirp, the corner of the bed gradually became brighter.

"This thing won't kill me.

Looking at the bone ring in his hand repeatedly, Zhang Shenxing still tried to throw it out. But the bone ring rolled on the ground and bounced back into his palm, unable to throw it away.

Gradually, Zhang Shenxing felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he fell asleep.

When he fell asleep, he did not notice that the bone ring, which had been motionless, began to emit a strange light. The strange thing was that this light was not irradiated. Upon closer inspection, it was actually taken away from Zhang Shenxing's body.

As the tung oil lamp flickered, the scene became extremely strange.

"call!"

Zhang Shenxing, who was sleeping, suddenly turned over and stood up. But when he turned around, it was enough to scare anyone. His eyes were closed tightly.

For some reason, Zhang Shenxing became stronger in his sleep. He kept grabbing the fine linen clothes on his chest with his hands. After a while, he roared and slammed against the window. His whole body jumped like a midnight wolfhound.

Into darkness.

The moonlight in the sky had quietly hid in the dark clouds at some point. The cold moonlight just shone down from the cracks in the clouds, and the whole village fell into a weird tranquility. Not even the sound of chickens and ducks making noise in the shed could be heard.

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"strangeness".

It was getting late, and Zhou Chen was looking up at the night sky, wondering why the originally bright lunar moon was hiding in the darkness. Then he heard the surprised voice of the senior leader in front, and the small team of ten people also stopped.

As practitioners, their quality is extremely high. The ten people were divided into two groups and sat cross-legged on the ground without disturbing the senior brother.

"Senior Brother Pang, do you feel cold?"

Zhang Cailing's timid voice reached Zhou Chen's ears, which brought him back to his senses. It turned out that he and he had formed a group of five people, sitting in a circle.

Unexpectedly, Pang Gui, who was usually very talkative, had a stern look on his face and hissed: "Don't talk, so as not to disturb Senior Brother Ziqing's Dharma practice."

Practicing the Dharma? Zhou Chen had never seen anyone able to perform the Dharma while sitting down, but he immediately thought that although he could not perform the Dharma while sitting still. But Senior Brother Xu Ziqing, who was in the later stage of foundation building, should be able to release his spiritual consciousness.

It feels a lot better now that I can only explore Si Ranqiang.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere. Zhou Chen also felt it. He touched his chest and thought that he was not unprepared. He calmed down a little.

After a while, Xu Ziqing, the senior brother who led the team, suddenly opened his eyes, made some calculations, and said: "The sudden change in the night and the moon has caused the situation to be shrouded in dark clouds. Everyone, please be careful."

Is there a dark cloud hanging over me? Except for Zhou Chen and Pang Gui, no one else paid special attention to the fact that Senior Brother Xu Ziqing was able to do calculations, and they even wondered what this dark cloud was." Brother Chen, Wang Fu, who was beside Brother Chen, couldn't care less.

Others were there, and they pulled Zhou Chen over and said, "Brother Jian, this cloud is an evil thing. If something happens, don't run around. Remember to follow me closely."

Zhou Chen didn't talk to him much along the way, but now seeing his nervous expression, he obviously knew what this cloud was. In fact, upon closer consideration, what can make practitioners feel troublesome is nothing more than a cloud formed by the evil deeds of ghosts and spirits.

"Senior Brother Xu, I wonder who caused this cloud to cause trouble?" A disciple couldn't help but have doubts in his heart and was the first to ask, breaking the solemn atmosphere. Xu Ziqing may have also found that he was too serious. He calmed down.

Xu said: "This cloud should be some kind of ghost mist that has not yet formed. The Yin energy here is extremely strong, and Gutang Village is afraid that it will be in trouble." "Senior brother, we are all cultivators, so naturally we want to kill demons.

, who catches ghosts and saves people. With the strength of our ten brothers and the fact that we have senior brothers who are in charge of the army, we are definitely not afraid of ordinary ghosts.

One disciple cheered and said that although he was unsure, he had to say that Xu Ziqing's dignity had affected them. These people needed to find some confidence in themselves.

"I hope." Xu Ziqing thought for a moment and did not refute. He just nodded and said immediately: "Tonight we will stay outside the village, and tomorrow we will enter the village as martial arts disciples. No matter what the ghosts are, at least we can't see death.

save

Everyone responded and assigned people to keep watch. The others meditated attentively, trying to get their own status under control. Ernie Shan was still pouring water after all, and everyone's mana was consumed. It was unfair.

"Hey, Brother Chen, I didn't expect the two of us to stay vigil together."

Wang Fu and Ran Chen were squatting on a big stone, and the other was squatting on a village branch. Tonight, it was their turn to keep vigil. Although Luofu disciples are brave and skilled, they are also afraid of the evil intrusion, let alone the intrusion into the Guluo Kingdom.

There is another sworn enemy of theirs, Hidden Sword Villa.

Zhou Chen smiled, then pointed at the people in the distance and said, "Did you see just now that senior brother can pinch and count?"

When Wang Fu heard this, his original playful smile disappeared, and he nodded in admiration: "The Luofu Sect is indeed a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Any disciple who is sent to lead the team can have such miraculous skills. The ability to calculate the secrets of Yin and Yang is only available to a very small number of people in the revision world.

People do, and the conditions for cultivation are extremely harsh, and it is said that the risks that come with it are also particularly high."

"Is the rumored divine punishment right? Too many secrets are revealed?" Zhou Chen smiled, but also, if the method of calculation was so easy to practice and everyone in the cultivation world knew it, then the whole world would be in chaos.

Wang Fu nodded, and then talked about another more serious matter. He pointed to the black night sky without a moon above his head and said: "Maybe not long after, you and I will be guest ghost hunters and wandering Taoists."

"What do you think of this troublemaking ghost? Can our trial team deal with it?" Zhou Chen knew that he was from a cultivating family and had a lot of experience, so he asked bluntly. Wang Fu shook his head and said: "The cultivating sect

If there is a trial, seven or eight will die in any year. If it is not dangerous, why should we be put through a trial? Anyway, as long as others die, not us, just remember not to stay too far away from me. I am not afraid of ordinary ghosts, I am afraid.

It's evil spirits and other dirty things

The two of them whispered for a while, and they felt that the night sky above their heads was getting darker and darker, and finally it was as if ink had been splashed on them, and no starlight or moonlight could shine through anymore.

Xu Ziqing looked at the two people watching in the distance and saw that the other disciples were meditating and concentrating. His expression moved slightly and he took out something from his arms, which was indeed two hexagram stones that represented Yin and Yang.

He muttered something in a low voice, then threw it to the ground. According to the yin and yang hexagrams presented, combined with the calculation method, Xu Ziqing began to calculate the hexagrams.

“Someone must die??”

Hiss!! Xu Ziqing took a breath of air, "I didn't expect the hexagrams to be so fierce. In previous years' trials, at most one disciple in a team would die due to carelessness or overconfidence once they went down the mountain. I didn't expect that this time they would encounter someone just two days after going down the mountain.

Doomsday of life and death.

Although Xu Ziqing didn't smile all the way, it didn't mean that he was a cold-blooded person. On the contrary, every trial team he led always had the fewest deaths.

After a long time, Xu Ziqing stood up, shrank down, swayed, and reached the fork in the road ahead.

This fork in the road leads to three directions, one is the direction you came from, one is the direction of Gutang Village, and the other is the direction you are leaving.

Reaching into his arms, Xu Ziqing grabbed a handful of white rice, which seemed to be mixed with something. After muttering for a while, he waved it away with a slight scolding, and a handful of rice was thrown to the crossroads.

It turns out he was asking for directions...hiss!!"

For the second time in his life, Xu Ziqing saw something weird. When he sprinkled a handful of rice, the entire fork in the road formed a pattern of piles of rice.

The direction you came from was a skull pattern. The direction you were leaving was also a skull pattern, with an arrow in the middle pointing straight in the direction of Gutang Village.

"I didn't expect it to be so dangerous. Three roads, two directions that seemed to be a way of life turned out to be two dead roads. Only Gutang Village, which seemed to be a dead end, was the way to live. However, Fami is scattered, and it seems that the future is still uncertain.

After a while, Xu Zi cleared his hand and blew away the "Fami" on the ground. He returned to his station in the woods, closed his eyes and waited for dawn.

In the attic of Gutang Village Academy, Old Master Zhang shooed away the servants and refused to go back to the house even when his wife came to urge him. He locked himself in the attic and read carefully, which even he didn't have time to read on weekdays.

That thick basketful of Gutang Village Chronicles.

It was inconvenient for the ancients to record records, but the ancestors of Gutang Village always attached great importance to farming and reading, and they had to record everything that happened. Over time, it became more important.

Ever since Old Master Zhang came across the personal precept recorded in the village diary in the afternoon, he was obsessed with it and frantically searched for it in other village diaries.

He put the village journal aside. Although it only recorded sporadic things about the bone ring, it shocked him.

"Finally found!"

It wasn't until midnight that Old Master Zhang, who was sweating profusely, found the record about the bone ring again from a shabby village diary. He took out the two ancient books and sat there to read them carefully.

His face had always been gloomy, but it became more and more gloomy. After a while, with a snap, he slapped his hand on the table and roared at the top of his lungs: "No, never, the people of Gutang Village must not just

Waiting to die like this in vain. It must be fake, these must be fake."

Waving his hands, he hit an ancient book on the ground with a bang, revealing the page about the bone ring.

"As soon as the bone ring comes out, there will be no dead bodies for hundreds of miles!!"
Chapter completed!