Zhang Fengyun's method is not unique, and he doesn't even have any novelty at all.

He just sent Zhang Que out at night and found a haunted family.

"How can a haunted method be useful? Although these people are ignorant, they all have cultivation skills. How can they be afraid of ghosts?" Zhang Bie is very optimistic about this method.

Zhang Fengyun still had a smile on his lips, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.

"Many times, humans will fear unknown things, which is nature." His voice echoed in the huge space, sounding a bit gloomy: "But humans' fear of known things is much stronger than their fear of unknown things."

"People are born with souls, and death will lead to ghosts. It is precisely because ghosts do exist that those who live are afraid."

"Because of nature, no matter how strong your cultivation is, you can't change it."

"What's more, they are just the lower-level monks in this world. How can they have the cultivation level to fight against ghosts who know they can't fight against?"

"At that time, they can only ask for help from people who are stronger than them, but after they find those copycats..."

"You will see countless corpses." Zhang Bei suddenly figured out this process.

"That's right." Zhang Fengyun looked at Zhang Fei with some appreciation: "They would think that the ghost was so powerful that he actually killed both people from the clan."

Zhang Bei asked again: "What if they don't think so?"

"No, they will definitely think so." Zhang Fengyun said confidently: "People in panic have the best control of their minds."

"At that time, people will naturally think of me, a mountain god with great powers."

"So this ghost is not in the outside world, but in the hearts of the people."

Zhang Bo's throat was a little dry.

It wasn't Zhang Fengyun's thoughts that shocked him, but he was a little scared when he watched Zhang Fengyun play with the life and death of so many people so easily in his palms.

Being with such a person will always be treated as a gun by him.

I don’t know who will do things under the young master in the future, but this person should not be too smart in the end.

"Zhang Fei, I have something I have to do."

Zhang Don hurried over: "Young Master, please give me instructions."

"You go back to Haojing immediately and report what you have told me before."

"What?" Zhang Bei asked in surprise: "Young Master, but the matter here is not over yet?"

Zhang Fengyun laughed out loud: "Why, you still dare to keep it by my side?"

Zhang Be was a little surprised on his face and lowered his head and said, "Young Master is saying."

"So, since you can't see more things you shouldn't see, I simply don't let you see them. Anyway, my purpose was to let you help me cover up. If you don't bring you, someone else will definitely be sent to your house, and there will be a lot of trouble at that time."

For some reason, Zhang Bo still felt a little bit of gratitude when he heard these words.

He also knew in his heart that he only had the middle stage of the Spirit Eye Realm cultivation, which was still a little different from Zhang Fengyun, and staying would be a drag.

But he has no problem protecting himself when he goes on the road alone.

"Young Master, do you have anything to bring to the Marquis and the eldest princess?"

Zhang Fengyun pondered for a moment: "No, tell them, I will return to Beijing before the end of the year."

"I know."

Zhang Bian's Confucian robe soon disappeared from the temple gate, and Zhang Fengyun was left alone in the empty room.

He slowly walked under the statue and looked at his statue.

"I don't know when I became the person I hate the most."

He was talking to the statue, and he was also talking to himself.

"People die for money, birds die for food. I, who just wanted to be in peace with the world, had long died under the ecstasy poison."

The mirror images on the ice path had already darkened, and it was dark.

“It’s time.”

He murmured to himself and whispered.

A black-green jade pendant was taken out of the mountain and river fan in his hand, crushed to pieces, and raised in the air.

The powder did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, blown by a breeze and flew out.

…………

Something strange happened to Aoyama recently.

Every evening, in these villages in the mountains, there will be a dark cloud covered with dark clouds. The dark clouds come in strange ways, and are accompanied by shrill ghosts, as if there are evil ghosts hiding in it.

After the dark clouds dissipated, one or two families in the village would fall ill, as if someone had sucked their essence, and their expressions were extremely depressed.

Although the mountain people are stupid, they are not stupid. At first glance, there is something "thing" in secret, and I am afraid that my cultivation is not low.

"It's not too low, it won't be any better." In a courtyard in Dashan Village, a solemn old man said in a voice: "Or it won't come only in the evening, and he just sucked some energy, it's not a big deal."

"But Xun'er has been asleep these two days, and his daughter is afraid something will happen to him."

A middle-aged woman sat on a chair and said cryingly.

The old man was a little upset by her crying and said anxiously: "Xun'er is also my grandson. Don't I feel sorry for me? Besides, his father went into the mountains to find medicinal materials. Wait until your man comes back, his energy will be replenished."

"Don't mention him." Wang Zhi, the woman said to her own man, was obviously angry: "I'm clamoring for something that there is an extremely powerful mountain god in the mountain. It's been a whole day, and there is no news at all. Who knows what he is going to do?!"

The old man was also a little angry, but he skipped the incident as he spoke: "I had already discussed with the village chiefs of these villages in the mountains in the morning. In the morning, I asked someone to send messages to the two villages on the mountain to send messages. There will probably be a reply soon. The mountaineering people in Daqingshan have supported them for so many years, so it should be a little reward."

"Village Chief! Village Chief!" An anxious cry suddenly came from outside the door, accompanied by a burst of rapid knocks.

The old man quickly opened the door and let the strong man outside in.

"Let me tell you slowly, what's wrong?" The old man pressed the man's shoulder. This man was his confidant and was one of the few people in the village who had studied hard since childhood, and he was highly valued.

Although people in the village can practice, there is still a difference between knowing literacy and knowing the truth.

But the man looked sophisticated and couldn't help but speak: "The village chief, something happened."

The man trembled and said the tragic scene he had watched in the two copycats.

"There are corpses everywhere, but there are no traces of blood or fighting? You... what you said is true?"

The old man looked at the man nodded, his face gradually pale, his body softened and leaned against the wall.

He was still muttering:

"Everything is dead...all dead..."
Chapter completed!