"Senior sister, is this the secret Feng Shui technique that the old man taught you?"
Under the dark night, Yang Chen and Yang Hehua were walking on the gloomy mountainside path.
Seeing a paper crane folded with yellow talisman flying ten meters away in front of the two of them, Yang Chen suddenly felt that the secret technique of Feng Shui seemed quite powerful.
"What? Regret it?"
Yang Hehua turned to look at Yang Chen who was smoking a cigarette and asked.
"I just feel that these days, if you have too many skills, you can still go to Ningxian Pedestrian Street to tell your fortune if you lose your job."
Yang Chen smiled.
"Looking at your potential, if the old man knew that you used the secret skills of dragon and tiger to support your family, even if you die, the coffin boards won't be able to hold you down."
Yang Hehua glared at Yang Chen. When the two of them were talking, they had already appeared in the abandoned village halfway up the mountain.
"A little scared."
Yang Chen looked at the dilapidated and dim village, with the crows of crows from time to time, and shrank his neck: "The yin energy is so strong, no wonder the villages here are dilapidated, and the feng shui is not good."
"Your friend should be here."
At this moment, the paper crane flew directly into a courtyard whose gate was ajar.
The two approached.
Yang Chen turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, looked at the door plaque of the courtyard, and frowned slightly: "Are the people in this village okay? They actually built some kind of charity village in the village. How old is this?"
"It's probably a building from the last century."
Yang Hehua took out a talisman from the backpack on her waist with her right hand and patted it on Yang Chen's body: "This is an amulet. It can ensure that evil spirits cannot get on the body. The yin energy in it is very heavy, which can exert the greatest power of evil spirits.
"
"Afraid of dick."
Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders and raised his leg with a kick.
The dilapidated gate of Yizhuang was kicked away, dust was flying everywhere, and accompanied by gusts of cold wind, I felt a little cold on my back.
We walked straight into Yizhuang. In the huge courtyard, there were still a few worn-out soul-calling flags waving and making a grinning sound.
More than a dozen coffins were parked in the yard, and some of the coffin lids had been lifted. It was obvious that professionals such as tomb robbers had come here.
"Look there."
At this moment, Yang Hehua touched his right hand, and the 28 copper coins he took out from his backpack instantly formed a copper coin sword under the action of the spell.
Yang Chen looked in the direction of Yang Hehua's finger and saw that the door of the Yizhuang lobby facing the two of them was closed.
A candlelight suddenly lit up in the dark lobby, and a graceful figure was projected on the window. Judging from the figure, it was Pan Xiaoli.
"The evil obstacle, why don't you get out of Pan Xiaoli's body!"
Yang Hehua raised his hand and waved, and several spells flew out and hit the window where the shadow was.
Bang!
The spell exploded, sparks flew out, and a figure burst out of the door and attacked Yang Hehua with claws and teeth.
There seemed to be countless innocent souls laughing in the surrounding air.
"court death!"
Yang Hehua jumped forward, and the copper coin sword hit Pan Xiaoli heavily on the body.
"ah!"
Pan Xiaoli let out a scream of injustice from her throat and quickly flew into the lobby.
"Sister, please don't hurt Pan Xiaoli."
Yang Chen listened to the voices in the lobby and quickly gave instructions.
"I'm not an old man. It would be great if I could save your little lover's life. Don't go too far."
Yang Hehua frowned, held the copper coin sword and walked inside.
Bang bang bang!
In an instant, the door of the lobby was smashed, and several coffins quickly rushed towards the two of them.
"Damn, it's not over."
Looking at Pan Xiaoli standing on a coffin, Yang Chen grabbed the air with his right hand, jumped up, and a sword energy burst out.
boom!
Seven or eight coffins were torn into pieces by the sword energy and smashed on the ground.
"Junior brother, this ghost is a powerful ghost. He should have lived here for a long time. The yin energy is very strong. It is a bit difficult to subdue Pan Xiaoli without hurting her."
Yang Hehua looked at Pan Xiaoli, whose eyes were blood red, took a step back and said.
"You are such an embarrassment to me!"
As soon as Yang Hehua finished speaking, the coffin lid under Pan Xiaoli's feet suddenly flipped up with a bang, and Pan Xiaoli was pulled into the coffin with one hand.
"Give me the charm."
The next second, a figure rushed over quickly and snatched the talisman from Yang Hehua's hand.
Whoosh whoosh!
The talisman was attached to the violently shaking coffin in the direction of the twenty-eight constellations.
"ah!"
"Let me go, please let me go!"
Hysterical screams came from the coffin sealed by the spell. Within five seconds, a line of green smoke floated out from the gap in the coffin, and silence returned inside.
Even the Yin Qi in Yizhuang was all dispelled by the figure in front of him with a wave of his hand.
Bang!
Before Yang Chen could see clearly who was coming, the sealed coffin lid flew into the sky, and the unconscious Pan Xiaoli flew out from inside and flew towards Yang Chen.
Yang Chen, with quick eyes and quick hands, quickly held Pan Xiaoli in his arms.
"How about it?"
Yang Hehua hurriedly stepped forward and looked at Pan Xiaoli's pale face.
"It's okay, it's just that my vitality has been damaged and needs to be recuperated."
Yang Chen had already used his true energy to check Pan Xiaoli's physical condition and breathed a long sigh of relief.
"You two scoundrels, you really embarrass me. You are just a little devil who has been practicing for ten years, and you are like this, and you have to use a copper coin sword. If word of this spreads, what will you do to the guys in Maoshan?"
Look at me."
Yang Chen and Yang Hehua slowly raised their heads when they heard this lazy voice.
In the dark Yizhuang, as several spells burned, the man in front of him, wearing a floral shirt with a large collar, white cropped pants and small leather shoes, was illuminated.
The man is in his fifties, has a tinfoil perm on his hair, and a big gold chain. He looks like a nouveau riche, very fashionable.
"Master!"
Yang Hehua looked at the flashy old man in front of her, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she quickly stepped forward and bowed: "Why are you here?"
"I was passing by, and I killed a fifty-year-old ghost while I was free. I just found a place to rest, and you guys woke me up."
The person who came was none other than the old man Yang Chen called Li Changfeng, the head of Longhu Mountain.
"Boy, give me a cigarette."
Li Changfeng looked at Yang Chen, who was standing not far away with a speechless expression, and raised his fingers.
"No!"
Yang Chen looked at the old man who suddenly appeared here and immediately rolled his eyes.
"You're smoking this kind of junk cigarettes now. It's really embarrassing to me."
But the next moment, the cigarette in Yang Chen's pocket had already appeared in Li Changfeng's hand: "Forget it, let's make do with it."
"Old man, the way you appear now is quite unique. I remember you were skydiving before, but now you are coming out of a coffin."
"It really corresponds to what the senior sister said just now. The old man's coffin board can no longer hold it down."
Yang Chen grinned.
"Master, I promise I didn't say anything."
Yang Hehua waved her hands quickly and took a step back.
"You boy!"
Li Changfeng appeared next to Yang Chen in a flash and grabbed his ear: "I asked you to come down the mountain to repay your kindness. You have learned to make fun of me."
"You also know that you asked me to come down the mountain to repay your kindness."
Yang Chen had a pained face and said: "It's been so long, and I don't know how many times I've come to Donghai City to see me. If I didn't know, I would have thought you were dead."
"What the hell."
Li Changfeng almost exploded with anger, and then changed the topic: "Forget it, you have such a bad temper, I can't be bothered to talk to you."
"Master, aren't you accompanying the second junior wife in Suhai City?"
Yang Hehua asked.
"You are actually in Suhai City? Last time I went to see Third Senior Sister, you weren't at their house, were you?"
Yang Chen widened his eyes and said.
"Nonsense, is your master the kind of person who wants to spend time in his apprentice's big villa?"
Li Changfeng blushed and muttered.
"I……"
Yang Chen felt that he could die on the spot.
No wonder the old man knew where he was. The old man was always by his side, but he didn't show up.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense, I came to Donghai City to tell you something."
"You two are in Donghai City, so help me keep an eye on what's going on here in Donghai."
Before Yang Chen could finish complaining, the old man interrupted him directly.
"I never thought there would be anything in this world that you, the old man, would personally take action against. The sun is really coming out from the west."
Yang Chen said.
"You know shit."
Li Changfeng patted Yang Chen on the head: "Those bastards from Soul Sect are out again, otherwise you think I have nothing to do, why would I come here in the middle of the night?"
"Soul Gate?"
When Yang Chen heard these two words, his face darkened, and a look of shock burst out in his eyes: "Old man, what you are not talking about is the soul refiner who was killed by you alone more than thirty years ago.