On Xiaohu's body, Meng Bufan and Zhao Hu looked at the white clouds floating around them with curiosity, as well as the villages, towns, mountains, and rivers passing quickly on the ground. Zhao Hu shouted excitedly.
Although he used to fly back to Yunlong City on Xiaohu's body, at that time Xiaohu was still in the early stage of Wuzong, and his speed was far less than it is now. Therefore, even Meng Bufan felt excited in his heart.
When the flight reached more than two thousand miles, Meng Bufan looked at the ground and felt a little confused. The villages he just passed were empty. There was not even a living chicken, duck, pig or dog in sight. But the houses and buildings
They are all intact and not damaged at all.
Everything seemed very strange. Meng Bufan used the Divine Eye of Heaven and Earth to patrol the village, but he still couldn't see a single living thing. Meng Bufan only felt that there was a faint yin energy lingering in the entire village.
Let the little tiger slow down and land in a small town ahead. The little tiger also turned into a kitten and landed on Meng Bufan's shoulder.
The town was not big. There were only a few scattered people in the town that originally had a population of several thousand, and each of them looked terrified. Meng Bufan stretched out his hand to stop an old man.
"Old man, why are there so few people in this town? And why can't you see anyone in the nearby villages?"
The old man smiled miserably: "Little brother, you don't know something. Our area is haunted. People have disappeared inexplicably, even poultry. It used to be just haunted in nearby villages, but now it's almost spread to the town. Now in the town
Many people have gone out to visit relatives and friends, and lonely old people like me have nowhere to go and can only wait here to die. Little brothers, you are outsiders, so you should leave here quickly while it is daylight!"
After saying that, the old man turned around and left in panic without waiting for Meng Bufan to answer.
Meng Bufan grabbed Zhao Hu and said, "Let's go find an inn to stay and see what's going on?" Meng Bufan has already developed the divine eye of heaven and earth, which happens to be able to restrain ghosts. If it is really a ghost, Meng Bufan will
There's nothing to be afraid of.
After walking around the whole town, they found that there was only one inn, and it was still empty. It seemed that everyone in the inn had left. Meng Bufan and the others had no choice but to return to the empty inn. They had
Spiritual stones can replenish energy, so even if you don't eat, you'll be fine.
It was morning now, and there were very few people in the town and there was nothing to visit. The two of them randomly found a room, sat down cross-legged, and began to practice their internal skills silently, waiting for the night to come.
Towards evening, someone suddenly shouted from downstairs: "Is anyone there? We want to stay in an inn!"
Meng Bufan stopped practicing and went downstairs. He saw that the person shouting was a young man, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was very heroic. There was also a pretty girl in gorgeous clothes standing next to him. The girl was not very old.
, she is about the same size as Meng Bufan, that is, she is eleven years old. She has fair skin and elegant manners, and she is from a common family.
Meng Bufan said: "Brother, all the people in the inn have left, and we are staying here. If you don't have enough money, why don't you just find a room to stay?"
The heroic young man smiled and said: "Thank you brother for informing me, Mu Ying, this is my sister Mu Qing'er, what do you call me brother?"
At this time, the beautiful girl also blinked her big watery eyes and stared at Meng Bufan curiously. She seemed to be extremely curious about Meng Bufan coming out to work at such a young age.
"Meng Bufan, I heard that there are ghosts in the town. You two should be more careful at night." Meng Bufan bowed his hand.
Suddenly, Mu Qing'er's big eyes lit up. Xiao Hu followed Zhao Hu and also went downstairs. Mu Qing'er stared at Xiao Hu, her eyes shining brightly. It seemed that she was very attracted to the snow-white little tiger with long hair.
It was love. She took a step forward and reached out to touch the little tiger.
"Don't touch it!" Meng Bufan shouted hurriedly. He knew that Xiaohu had a bad temper and would not let anyone touch it except Meng Bufan.
At this time, Mu Qing'er's slender hand had already fallen on Xiaohu. To Meng Bufan's surprise, Xiaohu didn't resist much, just moved his body slightly, and jumped on Meng Bufan with a whoosh sound.
's shoulders.
Mu Qing'er looked at Meng Bufan with envy, envying him for having such a cute white cat.
Xiaohu winked at Mu Qing'er mischievously, as if he was teasing her.
Meng Bufan couldn't laugh or cry. Does Xiaohu also like beautiful women?
After exchanging a few words, Meng Bufan and Zhao Hu turned around and returned to the room. The little tiger on their shoulders turned towards Mu Qing'er and continued to blink its big black eyes vigorously.
Mu Qing'er reached out and grabbed Mu Ying's arm: "Brother, this white cat is so cute! I like it so much."
Mu Ying grabbed Mu Qing'er's little hand, found a room at random, pushed the door open and went in.
"Little sister, this white cat is not simple. He should have the cultivation level of a martial artist. Even my early martial arts cultivation level cannot be seen through it. Those two boys are not simple either. One is just a little lower than you and is a fifth level martial artist.
, Meng Bufan is already the third level Martial Lord. It’s incredible at such a young age!”
Mu Qing'er pouted her little mouth and muttered: "I like this white cat not because of its cultivation. Even if it is an ordinary cat, I still like it. I don't want to provoke it, so what are I afraid of?"
Night has also fallen, and the whole town is silent. It looks very strange.
A gloomy atmosphere gradually enveloped the entire town.
Meng Bufan also felt this breath, and his heart, energy, and spirit were unified. Meng Bufan opened his divine eyes of heaven and earth and looked around.
The gloomy mist all around seemed to be nothing in the eyes of Meng Bufan, the god of heaven and earth. Through the mist, Meng Bufan saw an ethereal man in black clothes. He was fluttering mysteriously, as if he had no feet under his feet.
Floating lightly in the air! It's a ghost!
The ghost lowered his head and inhaled, and the life in the bodies of the creatures near his figure was slowly sucked into his mouth. Gradually, their vitality was cut off. As soon as Meng Bufan moved, he was about to leave. The door next door creaked, and Mu Ying had already taken the lead.
Taking one step, she flew towards the ghost. As a martial artist, Muying's perception was not weak, and she could also feel the vitality fluctuations near the ghost.
Meng Bufan then moved, followed Muying, and rushed to where the ghost was. He was not called Xiaohu, just a ghost, and his divine eyes of heaven and earth were enough to restrain it.
By the time Meng Bufan arrived, Mu Ying was already fighting with the ghost. Under Mu Ying's constant attacks, the ghost could no longer care about absorbing other people's souls.
As a martial artist, Muying's attack power is really amazing. Under his fierce punches, the ghosts kept making shrill screams. The screams were particularly harsh. At the same time, Muying's defense was also very good.
The green leaves surrounded Muying's body, and the ghosts could not attack Muying's body at all.
But the ghost's resistance to blows was too strong. Although it kept screaming shrilly under Muying's attack, and its body was constantly blown into two pieces by the fist wind, it always regrouped quickly.
Adult type!
Just like this, Mu Ying felt helpless and didn't know how to kill it.
Meng Bufan said to Mu Ying: "Brother Mu, I'm coming!" While speaking, Meng Bufan's figure swept over and jumped to Mu Ying's side.
Muying looked at Meng Bufan with confusion. That look clearly said: "How can I, a martial lord, not be able to withstand it in the early stage? What can you, a third-level martial lord, do?"
Meng Bufan ignored Muying's gaze and said to the ghost: "Don't people go to the underworld after death? Why are you still wandering in the mortal world? And why do you continue to absorb the vitality of living people?"
The ghost chuckled and said: "I know there is a secret passage that can travel freely between the mortal world and the underworld. Wandering in the mortal world absorbs the vitality of living people in order to improve quickly and strive to reach the realm of the Ghost King as soon as possible."
Meng Bufan and Muying were both shocked and asked in unison: "Is there also a division of realms in the underworld?"
The ghost smiled arrogantly and harshly: "Then let me educate you two little kids about illiteracy! The divisions of cultivation in the underworld are similar to those in the mortal world. They are divided into ghost warriors, ghost masters, ghost kings, ghost sects, ghost emperors, and ghost emperors.
, but there are no ghosts, gods or ghosts in the underworld. The biggest one above the ghost emperor is the ghost king!"
The ghost stared at Meng Bufan, pointed at Muying and said: "I can't do anything against him. He has Mubao to defend himself. This little baby like you is actually Lord Wu. This is much better than a mortal, hahahaha."
While he was speaking, he had already jumped up and fiercely rushed towards Meng Bufan.