The phantom in red pretended not to notice their actions, her charming smile faded, and she slowly turned around and walked towards a willow tree in front of the hall.

He was in a daze, with a miserable look on his face.

After a while, the rustling sound in the Juyi Hall subsided.

The blood-stained 'white lanterns' floated out neatly one by one, and lined up in two rows behind the red phantom again, waiting quietly.

The old sentimentality passed away in an instant, and the red-clothed phantom did not say goodbye to the three of them, but slowly walked towards the long street from where it came.

The figure is swaying and shadowy.

Seeing that this strange procession was about to disappear at the street corner, Du Bishu bravely shouted from behind: "The Li family's grievances have been avenged, but you are a ghost. If you stay in a populated place for a long time, someone will always come to rescue you."

"Miss Li, you should have reached the level of a ghost general now, right? Are you planning to go to a wild land?" Zhou Xian said immediately.

The red-clothed phantom that was moving forward paused, turned its body slightly, looked back and smiled.

There is a charm in her pretty face.

"It's settled here. I just want to go there and have a look. Thank you for your kindness."

The words stopped for a moment, and she continued to give instructions.

"Oh, that's right. There is a book of ghost techniques in it. If you can't turn into a ghost body, you must not try it, especially that little girl, but the little ghost in the rattle may give it a try."

Having said that, the red-clothed phantom did not stop any longer and drifted straight towards the gate of the village and towards the south.

Fading away, fading away, and finally disappearing without a trace.

The waning moon hangs high in the sky, and the silent Jackal Village gradually takes on a breath of life.

There were cries of cicadas and mountain frogs in the surrounding mountains and forests again, the cool breeze returned to the village, and even the remaining candles in the Juyi Hall became warm.

In such a huge village, only Du Bishu and three others were left.

At this time, Du Bishu finally felt cold all over his body. The cold sweat on his back stuck to his clothes, which was particularly unpleasant.

Zhou Yixian also loosened his arm around Xiaohuan, quietly stuffed the talisman in his hand back into his arms, and looked into the distance where the phantom was no longer visible.

"Grandpa, wasn't that sister just now very powerful?"

Xiaohuan is smart and clever. Such a strange scene just happened, so she wisely kept silent to avoid causing trouble.

She had a vague feeling that the cultivation level of the phantom in red was far better than Brother Du, even her grandfather was not as good as him.

Regarding this question, Du Bishu also wanted to know the answer, so he raised his head and looked at Yiyi Xian.

Zhou Yixian took a deep look into the distance and glanced at Du Bishu from the corner of his eye before he rubbed Xiaohuan's little head lovingly.

"Ghost girl, grandpa will talk to you later. Let's go see the 'good things' first. I hope the shock I received today is worth it..."

When it comes to "good things", not only the eyes of Du Bishu and Xiaohuan light up, but even the rattle floating in the air is trembling and ringing.

…

Inside the Juyi Hall.

The green brick floor was clean. Not to mention the corpse of a bandit, not even totem marks or blood spots were seen, so it could be said to be spotless.

It seems that the Skeleton Lantern has carried out the red phantom's instructions seriously and cleaned up quite thoroughly.

The two fallen wooden doors are not included here.

A long wooden table was moved to a place where the candlelight was most concentrated. Three heads, two large and one small, were gathered together, curiously looking at the things on the table.

Who would have thought that behind the ordinary plaque, there would be a small secret room hidden.

There was no gold or silver in the secret room. Except for a straw futon for people to meditate, there were only a few things on the table.

A magic sword with a red body.

A crystal clear ruby ​​pendant.

A leather scroll transcribed with ghost techniques.

A short piece of wood that resembles black charcoal.

Two weird clothes made of extraordinary materials.

Of course, there were some scattered pieces of gold and silver cloth in the warehouse adjacent to Juyi Hall. Du Bishu and Yiyi Xian each took some as spares, but were too lazy to move the rest.

"Senior Zhou, you have a sharp eye, what kind of treasures are these?"

When it came to identifying treasures, Du Bishu thought he couldn't compare with the living god in front of him, so he simply sent him a high hat.

Of these treasures, except for the piece of wood that he knew, he was not sure about the rest.

Obviously, Zhou Xian was very pleased with the flattery. He stroked his snow-white beard proudly, coughed lightly, and picked them up one by one to introduce them.

"This is a low-grade scarlet flame sword, with the power of fire attached to it. The material is so-so, and the disciples of the big sect basically look down upon it."

"This decorative pendant, well, is made of spirit-containing blood jade, which has the function of nourishing blood. There is also a blood refining technique engraved on the back of it, which is just a side story."

Zhou Xian put the pendant back with some disdain, and looked past the exercise book again.

"I won't mention the techniques. It is useless for righteous cultivators to practice. This black wood bar is a soul-dwelling tree, which can be used to preserve the soul from escaping..."

"Ah? Senior Zhou, which one is more helpful to preserve the soul, the Soul-dwelling Tree or the Albizia Bell?" A scene flashed through Du Bishu's mind, and he immediately interrupted the other party.

"Albizia bells?" Zhou Yixian was surprised, and his initial judgment was immediately shaken.

Maybe... he is not a leader or elder of Qingyun Mountain?

Why is this guy becoming more and more opaque?

"In terms of power, of course the Albizia Bell is the most powerful. After all, it is a formed treasure. But in terms of storing souls, the Albizia Bell can only absorb a small part, and the Soul-Dwelling Wood has an advantage. It's just that the Soul-Dwelling Wood is short in this regard.

Point, refining magic weapons is definitely not enough, and collecting souls is useless."

Although he had thoughts in his mind, he still told them without hiding anything.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of continuing to ask questions, Zhou Yixian shook off two more pieces of clothing.

One is a sleeveless vest cut from the skin of an unknown beast, and the other is a cyan robe with an elegant shape.

"This vest," Zhou Xian held it under his nose and sniffed it for a while before coming to a firm conclusion, "it is sewn from the skin of a poison-eating beast. It can withstand the close proximity of ordinary poisons."

"As for this green robe, it is woven from ice silk. It is warm in winter and cool in summer, and is not easily stained by dust."

Zhou Yixian's eyes immediately shone, and he reluctantly stroked the surface of the Taoist robe while making an introduction.

Naturally, all this could not be hidden from Du Bishu's eyes, and he immediately smiled and said: "Senior Zhou, this one suits you very well. It just so happens that your robe is a bit old, so just change it into it. It won't be counted among the trophies."

"That's good!"

Immediately, Yi Xian changed his Taoist robes with dexterous movements, and the speed was simply eye-popping.

After changing, he straightened his back with a smile, stroked his beard, and made several cool poses in a row, with a proud look on his face.

"How do you want to distribute the rest? Respect the old and love the young, you choose first."

Hearing this, Yiyi Xian looked a little unnatural. He had already taken advantage of something. Wouldn't it be too shameless to really do that?

Also, when searching the warehouse, the other party also gave him all the golden beans that were easiest to carry...

After thinking about it, Zhou Yixian secretly glanced at his granddaughter Xiaohuan, and immediately reached for the exercise book on the table.

Among these items, the ghost technique is the most useless. Even if he takes it, he will not let his granddaughter practice it. At most, it will be cheaper for Happy Ghost King Fugui.

"Senior Zhou, you are at such a disadvantage. I know you can't save face.

Let's do this. I'll keep a copy of the scroll and the side door of the pendant. These two trophies will belong to you and Xiaohuan.

Well, this leather vest is considered a treasure after all. You should keep it. Maybe you can exchange some treasures with other fellow cultivators.

The Red Flame Sword and the Soul-Dwelling Wood are the worst, so leave them to me.

In addition, I will give you half a bag of golden beans as expenses for the journey. Five for you, two for me!"

Du Bishu spoke very quickly, and quickly divided the things on the table into two piles, and sent the largest pile in front of the other party.

No matter how you look at it, Du Bishu is deliberately suffering a loss.

"This...how is this so embarrassing."

"Senior Zhou, you are too ignorant. I will copy the exercises right now, and by the way, I will also listen to you tell me about the ghost world."

Du Bishu simply took out his pen and paper, unfolded the book and started working.

At this moment, Zhou Xian was extremely moved. While gathering the many treasures in front of him, he was thinking in his heart about how to tell the story in a more detailed and comprehensive way.

Good man, is this respecting the old and loving the young?

The more I feel, the more I appreciate it.
Chapter completed!