The scorching sun blew away the ghostly spirit and brought the long-lost warmth.
Leng Xiaoran calmly entered the Fengdu Gate. The ghost soldiers next to him remained motionless, not sure whether they fell asleep or were sunburned to death.
However, Fengdu is still Fengdu. Wherever ghosts are everywhere, it will not completely turn into a broken ancient city because of the arrogance of the sun. Five years ago, there were people walking on the nights, let alone now it is daytime. Although the roads of the ancient city are broken, they are obviously repaired, and the broken houses around them have been repaired by humans and ghosts. Otherwise, how can people live here?
There are traces cracking on the street. I wonder if it is caused by disrepair or because of frequent fights?
There are still many people walking on the street, and there are many small stalls on both sides of the street, among which the buyers are just the same as other cities in China. This is indeed beyond Leng Xiaoran's expectations, because the owner is not a human, but a ghost.
"It's interesting. This ghost king knows what ghosts should be ghosts and what ghosts should not be ghosts." Leng Xiaoran said in his heart, watching the ghosts with no cultivation at all seem strange in the sun, and they actually survive like ordinary people. There was a shout from it, "One or two pounds of stinky tofu~~~"
Leng Xiaoran looked at it and knew that those were all ghosts. "Yes, since they are ghosts, they are naturally using ghosts." Leng Xiaoran's face was always filled with a strange smile, as if there was something strange about looking at people and ghosts.
There are not many cultivators walking in the road, and there are many ghosts. However, there seems to be no difference between people and ghosts in Fengdu. The only difference is that if a ghost provokes a person, the ending will be really miserable. Thinking in my heart, I saw that there is a big mess not far away. I saw the ghosts pounced at a woman in the sunshine. [
"Ah" a soft cry, the monks around seemed to be unable to help themselves, and they pulled out the flying sword magic weapons in their hands. A stream of momentum actually pressed seven or eight ghosts backwards step by step.
"I didn't expect that you were so united here. Why..." He sighed slightly in his heart. Although he saw that both sides did not take action, the ghost of Fengdu was still timid and dared not do anything anymore. The cultivators on earth also knew that the Ghost King was in Fengdu and did not want to make a big deal.
"Disciple of the Ghost King..." Leng Xiaoran's mouth raised slightly when she remembered, "Will you become the second ghost demon?" Leng Xiaoran was not very clear, but she planted a soul mark in the soul of Ye Xin Ghost servant. He thought he had already known about his entry into Fengdu, so Leng Xiaoran was not in a hurry to find him, but was slowly spinning in this ancient city.
During this period, Leng Xiaoran could have seen the villa standing in the ancient city, but the villa was still broken next to it. In other words, the dry dry well had collapsed, and the small flat houses were still collapsed. Although the decoration of the villa was not perfect, it was still as fairyland as the human world compared to other places.
If the ghost looked at the villa, his eyes hidden under the sackcloth had a look of desire.
"Even if it turns into a dead soul, the desire in his heart has not dissipated... In fact, what is the difference between any ghost? It's just that one has a skin and the other has no..." Leng Xiaoran walked, although he did not attract the attention of the people and ghosts around him, but everyone still felt that he was unfamiliar, as if he was a monk who had just arrived in Feng.
Leng Xiaoran walked on the road with no intention, looking at the surroundings that looked like ordinary people, and there were poverty and wealth among the ghosts. He also saw some ghosts wearing gorgeous clothes. Leng Xiaoran thought in his heart and realized that this was bought by the underworld coins or burned by his relatives.
After the various aspects of life turned into ghosts, it not only did not change, but seemed to be more obvious.
There was a crooked word "Wine" written on the large canvas of "Wine". Leng Xiaoran looked at it, then raised the corner of her mouth again, and then walked into this small restaurant that was not big or small, but quiet enough.
"What do you want to write?" An old woman over 50 years old said to Leng Xiaoran. She saw that the old woman's face was covered in thick burlap. Leng Xiaoran was too lazy to pay attention to it, so she smiled faintly: "Come tea..."
"Hmm?" Leng Xiaoran's three words made the old woman slightly stunned. Then she looked at Leng Xiaoran in confusion and said in a daze: "The shop is broken, there is only wine and no tea."
"Oh" Leng Xiaoran raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Does he have to go to the teahouse to drink tea?"
"Yes." However, at this time the old woman's voice trembled slightly and she continued, "I want tea or wine..."
"A pot of wine costs another teacup." Leng Xiaoran said lightly.
The old woman trembled all over, then bowed to Leng Xiaoran and said softly, "Please come in." Leng Xiaoran was already sitting in the small restaurant, but the old woman asked Leng Xiaoran to invite him in again. Then Leng Xiaoran got up and slowly walked into the curtain of the small restaurant.
There was only one table and two chairs, on which was placed a pot of wine, two cups of tea cups, and a plate of peanuts. Leng Xiaoran smiled again, and then said to the old woman beside her, "Go and do your business."
"Young master, there are no customers in the shop, I will only greet you." The old woman then slowly retreated, but Leng Xiaoran shrugged and said lightly: "There are such tricks in this kind of broken place."
Leng Xiaoran's chair was not hot yet, and she only felt a person rushing in. Leng Xiaoran did not look back, but she had already felt the strong power behind her.
"My benefactor!!" After Leng Xiaoran turned around, she saw a person covered in blue-black armor.
"Oh, it seems you're doing well." Leng Xiaoran quipped.
But the man in blue-black armor behind him trembled all over and said, "If it weren't for the help of the benefactor, how could Ye Xinde be the disciple of Lord Ghost King? Everything was given by Lord Gogh."
"Get up." Leng Xiaoran pointed to the opposite side of the table, letting Ye Xin sit there.[
"I wonder why my benefactor came to Fengdu today?" Ye Xin still said respectfully. Now he is no longer the weak little ghost servant he used to be back then.
"Oh, can't I come here to reminisce about the past?" Leng Xiaoran asked back, but it made Ye Xin's heart tremble slightly.
"My benefactor is busy with everything every day. If you need Ye Xin's place, Ye Xin will definitely die." Ye Xin suddenly stood up and knelt down towards Leng Xiaoran.
Leng Xiaoran looked at Ye Xin kneeling in front of him, her expression still, but she just looked quietly, her eyes flashing continuously, but her eyes became cold...