Crunch...

After slapping on the wooden door for a while, a gentle sound of footsteps finally came from inside. Opening the mottled wooden door, a wrinkled face popped out.

The hair is messy, pale, and the face is covered with deep wrinkles...

An old woman poked her head out of the door.

There was no trace of blood on his face. At first glance, it seemed like a dead person crawling out from a pile of graves, which scared the person. Jing Wushuang, who was already weak, screamed and subconsciously leaned against Mu Feng.

Mu Feng calmly reacted quickly, bowed and said, "Mu Feng, a scholar from Jianning, went out to study and passed by Guizhou. The old man, I was disturbed. Is it not convenient for us to stay overnight tonight?"

He is upright and does not fear the shadows. He is upright and has never done anything wrong in his life, so he is naturally not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. He has a sense of righteousness in his heart, so he will naturally be invincible. The pale-faced old woman looks extremely scary, and Jing Wushuang is so nervous that she trembles all over, but in Mu Feng's opinion, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Not to mention that the other party is just a scary old woman, even if she is really a female ghost, there is nothing to be afraid of. Even the two demons who specialize in collecting ghosts and controlling ghosts have been killed, are they still afraid that a female ghost will not be able to do it?

"No...convenient...young man, you...go...go..."

The old woman's voice was hoarse, empty, and weak. She stood in front of her, but her voice seemed to come from a very far place. On a dark night, her voice was particularly vague. She shrank her head back while talking, and she wanted to close the mottled wooden door.

"Old man, wait!"

Mu Feng pressed the wooden door with a hand, and finally came across a house that could shelter from the wind and rain. There was no need to sleep in the wild, so he would not give up easily. Looking at the old woman with no eyes, he continued sincerely: "I, a book boy, accidentally caught a cold on the road and was weak, so I couldn't rush to the road overnight. If I sleep in the wild, my condition will worsen and even get cold. Old man, can you make it convenient for us to stay here for one night. As soon as the sky is dawn, we will leave immediately!"

"Is my body caught a cold?"

The old woman cheered up and looked at Jing Wushuang for a few more times, her face was gloomy and gloomy. After a long time, she sighed and slowly opened the mottled wooden door, "Okay... come in, live... in the wing room on the right. Remember..., no matter what happens at night, you won't... have to get up and see more... don't... open the door!"

He pointed to Mu Feng and the other two to the wing room not far away, and after giving some advice, the old woman closed the door and staggered and left quietly. The huge old house quickly returned to tranquility. There was no croaking insects or frogs, and it was not like a country house at all. It was dark everywhere and terriblely quiet.

It’s nothing to be quiet at all. After a closer look, you can also find strange runes behind the door, in the corners of the room, and even on the beams of the room. The house is old, at least for decades, and with these runes, it looks even more gloomy. Perhaps because he was away from home all year round and was well-informed, the coachman put the carriage down and went to sleep next door. After closing the door, Jing Wushuang looked around and couldn’t sleep.

"Shuang'er, it's okay, go to bed!"

Mu Feng lit an oil lamp and sat cross-legged beside Jing Wushuang.

"Um!"

Jing Wushuang responded softly and closed her eyes quietly. Looking at Mu Feng's concerned eyes, there was a little warmth in her heart. With him by her side, she felt much safer. Maybe it was because of her weakness or fatigue. She fell asleep shortly after closing her eyes and fell asleep.

"Sleep, when you fall asleep, you won't be afraid of anything!"

Looking at Jing Wushuang's quiet and peaceful face, Mu Feng gently pulled the quilt on her body. Suddenly stood up, silently recited Wu Jue, bit his index finger and drew a circle on the ground with his blood, circled the sleeping Jing Wushuang.

Yang Blood Formation!

Based on the essence and blood of the natal world, and the pure yang energy as the guide, a simple and practical witch access control will be set up! Any creature that attempts to approach will inevitably be attacked by the restricted one!

Mu Feng was calm and calm, and he didn't care about anything on the surface, so he comforted Jing Wushuang not to be afraid. In fact, as soon as he stepped into this old house, he felt a sense of danger. There was one thing he did not tell Jing Wushuang that the runes posted on the wall were all talismans to suppress evil spirits. They were densely packed and covered everywhere. This lonely old house was obviously uneasy.

The old woman who opened the door was not only old and had a pale face, but also had a very light yin energy in her body. There are only two explanations for this situation. Either the old woman was about to die, the yang energy in her body gradually disappeared, and the yin energy was growing; or there were some lonely ghosts around her all year round, so that the yin energy invaded the body. In either case, she would definitely not live long!

"Blood is the foundation of human beings and the essence of strength. A drop of blood adheres to a person's will, and blood carries the way..."

Mu Feng silently recited Wu Jue, looking at his nose, looking at his nose, and sitting cross-legged on the ground to practice quietly. When it was late at night and the people were silent, they confirmed that Jing Wushuang and the coachman next door were asleep, their soul broke out and turned into a ray of blood and soared upwards, looking down at the old house below in the air.

The moon is hazy and the cold wind is howling. On this dark night, the sky is particularly cold.

But after breaking through to the late stage of the Mortal Realm, his soul took a qualitative leap, and he could break out of his body in broad daylight, and he would do whatever he wanted at night. A trace of blood and energy that was strong and yang, and the yang energy rolled with a slight movement, and no lonely ghost dared to approach it any longer.

Looking down from the sky, the whole old house is square, with scenic trees planted beside the walls, and mountains and waters in the mansion. It seems that it is a manor left by a wealthy family. When you look down at it, you can't see anything strange except for the faint yin energy. Compared with ordinary manors, it seems that it is no different.

"Hey, may I really misunderstand it. There are no lonely ghosts or monsters in this old house?"

Mu Feng was a little confused, and when he moved his heart, his soul suddenly fell. He quickly circled around the old house, then landed on the branch of a banyan tree, and observed the strange house up close.

The houses are very large, with more than a dozen courtyards of all sizes alone, but without exception, they are all covered with weeds. The iron fence outside the courtyard is covered with lush vines. Due to the wind and rain, many of the iron fences have begun to weather and rot. Looking around, there is a dilapidated everywhere. There is also an ancient well in a pavilion in the distance, which is covered with moss. It seems that no one has come to fetch water for many years.

Dong...

Just as Mu Feng's soul was about to leave, suddenly, a melodious sound of piano came from the darkness, and a grievance, the voice of the dragged woman echoed in the old house. Then, a large piece of white mist appeared from the ancient well covered with moss, and the wind blew. From a distance, the figure of a woman in white appeared in the fog.

Here comes!
Chapter completed!