"Gulu..."

Ye Qing and Chu Qingge, who were hurrying over slowly, happened to see the scene in front of them.

There was no dripping blood, no wails of pain, just plain and simple, the five people turned into a little hat.

But Ye Qing felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, reaching Tianling Gai, making his scalp numb.

Those five people are not weak, and they all have the cultivation of the late stage of Gang Refining, but they turned into a hat so silently and without any resistance, it was simply terrifying.

What's even more frightening is that there are at least twenty colorful hats floating in the air, and I don't know how many of them were made by other people?

"Wow wow..."

At the same time, there was a "wow" sound behind Ye Qing, like a baby crying, and a baby with wings and red eyes appeared in the void. The baby originally wanted to get close to Ye Qing, but when he saw the baby in the sky

When she was wearing a small hat, she started crying as if she had been frightened in some way.

The next moment, the baby turned around and ran away, disappearing into the void.

"Little Shoulder Ghost? Little Shoulder Ghost was scared away?!"

Obviously, the baby that suddenly appeared just now was the Little Shoulder Ghost. I thought the other party came to pat him on the shoulder, but was scared away by those little hats.

Are those little hats really that scary?

"Run quickly."

Next to Ye Qing, Chu Qingge seemed to have thought of something, his face changed drastically, he turned around and ran away: "Run to the center of the magic mountain."

Ye Qing did not hesitate. When Chu Qingge spoke out, he started to stay away from those little hats, but his original plan was to run out of the cemetery.

After all, the little shoulder ghost has left, and there is no need for him to stay with Chu Qingge anymore.

However, after hearing the second half of Chu Qingge's words, Ye Qing hesitated for a moment and then chased after him.

Judging from Chu Qingge's appearance, she should know what those little hats are. In this case, her words should be treated with caution.

As soon as the two of them moved, those little hats swayed and chased after them.

The little hat's speed seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye it was approaching the two of them, and its childish singing became increasingly clear.

Hearing those songs, Ye Qing's spiritual consciousness suddenly became a little confused, and he couldn't help but want to follow the songs and melody, swaying left and right.

"Don't listen to those songs, close your hearing and keep your spiritual consciousness clear!"

Chu Qingge, who was escaping, noticed something strange about Ye Qing, and his tongue exploded with spring thunder, which woke up Ye Qing who was in a trance.

"Thank you." Ye Qing did not dare to be negligent and immediately closed his hearing.

After closing his hearing and unable to hear those songs, Ye Qing felt much safer.

However, seeing the little hat approaching inch by inch, Ye Qing cheered up and used the "Phantom Demon Body Technique" with all his strength, followed Chu Qingge and flew towards the center of the magic mountain.

Just running, running, Ye Qing found that many people were just like them, running away towards the center of the magic mountain, panicking like a bereaved dog.

Because behind those people were also various numbers of little hats.

After the little hats gathered together, everyone who had blocked their hearing to avoid being affected by the singing gradually realized that it was useless. The childish singing sounded directly in the hearts of everyone like some kind of spiritual fluctuation.

Some people with weak mental strength could not resist the intrusion of the singing, so they swayed from side to side as they ran, and then turned into colorful little hats and joined the singing army.

Slowly, there are more and more little hats. It seems that the whole cemetery is densely packed with little hats. The colorful lights make the whole cemetery look like a romantic place. There are many people around in the romantic place.

Swinging, quite festive.

But Ye Qing only felt that his scalp was numb and even his breathing seemed a little disordered.

At this time, everyone who might have fought to the death upon meeting each other tacitly stopped the civil strife and ran towards the center of the magic mountain desperately.

When good and evil meet, at most you can look at me and I can look at you. You can't do anything to me, and I can't do anything to you either;

When enemies meet, they will snort at each other, change directions and continue running, not to offend you;

Friends wanted to see each other, so they looked at each other and smiled bitterly, as if to say: Hey, brother, are you running too?

Now, there is no good and evil, no hatred and resentment, only speed and slowness, life and death.

Run fast and live;

Run slowly and die!

After about half a stick of incense, the little hat that had been chasing everyone finally stopped and stopped singing.

Seeing the little hat stop, Ye Qing and others naturally stopped as well.

Those little hats didn't catch up, which probably means there is something more terrifying where they are?

Ye Qing observed it and found that there was no tomb around their location, only a towering tree.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. Once they looked at it, everyone's face turned pale with fear.

I saw the big tree in front of me, straight and tall, huge and towering, with vines hanging down from the branches. What was horrifying was that there was a corpse hanging at the end of all the vines.

Yes, it's hanging, not entangling.

Because those vines penetrated directly through the heavenly spirit caps of the corpses, and the corpses just hung in the air, motionless.

When everyone looked at the corpses, the corpses slowly turned around, facing the crowd, and seemed to be looking at them.

Everyone just felt horrified for a moment.

However, after a while, everyone found that the corpses had no other behavior and were not dangerous, so they gradually relaxed.

The adaptability of Jianghu people is always very strong.

"Hey, there is a stone tablet here."

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly.

Ye Qing followed the sound and saw a stone tablet standing under the big tree among the grass.

It's a stone tablet, not a tombstone.

Ye Qing looked intently and saw the words "Magic Mountain Holy Land, no strangers allowed to enter" engraved on the stone tablet.

Ye Qing touched his nose and thought about the meaning of those eight characters.

"The Holy Land of the Magic Mountain should refer to the center of the Magic Mountain, the core of the burial place. It is very simple and there is nothing to say. As for strangers not allowed to enter, it is quite ambiguous. Does it mean that strangers cannot enter, or does it mean that the living are not allowed to enter?

Why can’t people go in?”

"But no matter what it means, it doesn't seem to be very friendly to them?"

Ye Qing touched his nose, looked at the stone tablet, and then looked up at the densely packed small hats around it. He felt like there was a wolf in front of him and a tiger behind him, and he felt like he was in a dilemma.

And everyone looked nervous and dignified.

"Don't be afraid, everyone, those are ghost rumors. Those ghost rumors will disappear later, and then we can leave." In the solemn atmosphere, a young man wearing a Bagua Taoist robe with a yellow dragon embroidered on the sleeves

The Taoist priest spoke.

"Ghost ballads? What are ghost ballads?" Someone asked in confusion.

"Humph, you don't even know ghost rumors, and you dare to come here, you are really overestimating your capabilities!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a man with a cold face and holding a ghost-headed sword snorted disdainfully. With the man's cold snort, the eyes of the skull on the handle of the ghost-headed sword suddenly lit up.

Come, Sensen's teeth collided and he made a strange "quacking" laugh.

The man originally wanted to talk back, but when he saw the man, he immediately closed his mouth without saying a word, as if he was very afraid of the man.

"Ghost ballads are impermanent and weird, amorphous and irregular. They like to sing ballads, because anyone who hears the ghost ballads will be controlled by the ghost ballads and become a part of the ghost ballads." At this time, a cold voice came.

The voice suddenly rang out, Ye Qing looked over and found that it was Luo Zhan.

The man who was holding the Ghost Head Sword was a little unhappy when he saw Luo Zhan talking, but he didn't express any unnecessary words.

Luo Zhan ignored it and continued: "The hats you see are all part of ghost rumors."

"Wow"

Upon hearing this, everyone was immediately in an uproar, either shocked or frightened.

Even Ye Qing was like this. He originally thought that these little hats were individual monsters, but he didn't expect that they were all part of the ghost rumor.

Just listen to Luo Zhan continue: "Don't think that ghost songs are just unpredictable and weird, but they are extremely difficult to deal with and extremely difficult to kill. Ghost songs come in various forms. What we saw today is just one type of ghost songs.

, possesses the power of curse and can turn people into hats.”

"In fact, some ghost rumors can cause people to turn into various animals; some ghost rumors can cause people to contract serious illnesses; some ghost rumors can cause people to die silently; and so on."

"Then, what should we do?" After hearing Luo Zhan's words, someone's expression changed drastically and they said in panic.

"Wait!" Luo Zhan said coldly: "Ghost rumors generally only exist for a certain period of time. After the time has passed, the ghost rumors will automatically dissipate, and then it will be safe."

"Really?" Someone was dubious.

"Hmph, Luo Zhan, is it necessary to talk nonsense to these people?"

The man holding the ghost-headed sword sneered: "Look, if you say it, others may not believe it?"

Luo Zhan said: "It's my business whether I say it or not, and it's their business whether they listen or not."

"Besides, whether they listen or not, what does it have to do with me?"

The man was speechless: "..." It has nothing to do with you, so what are you talking about?

The man holding the Ghost-headed Sword is named Zhong Ji, known as Ghost Sword. Because of practicing the "Ghost King Sutra", he has a cruel and gloomy nature, and his temper has also become a little twisted and perverted. He originally thought that he was already very weird.

Unexpectedly, an even stranger person arrived.

you win.

Sure enough, after about half a cup of tea, those ghost rumors began to dissipate, but they did not disperse as Ye Qing had previously imagined. Instead, all the little hats dispersed and turned into wisps of colorful mist.

The mist gathered, forming a huge figure that covered the sky and the sun.

Based on the figure, one could vaguely tell that it seemed to be a woman.

At the same time, a desolate and sad old tune sounded in the air.

That ancient tune was like the mournful music at a funeral, and it also seemed to entrust endless thoughts and sorrow. Everyone's hearts couldn't help but feel sad, and tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.

Fortunately, there was no harm in that tune. Along with the desolate singing, the woman's figure slowly disappeared between heaven and earth.

What disappeared together was the endless desolate singing.

"Okay, Guiyao has left. If you want to leave, now is a good time."
Chapter completed!