"The new news I just heard is that Yang Chengyi met Xu Caiyou. After listening to the other party's words, he took his wife outside the city. When he came back, he went crazy."
"Xu Caiyou? Didn't he die half a month ago? He got an eye disease for no reason, and one of his eyes exploded... Yang Chengyi is afraid that what he saw was a ghost."
The man who spoke first took the tea and blew on the tea stem, interrupting the others: "Not only did I see a ghost, but I listened to his crazy talk and was afraid I had seen a group of ghosts. He also called out several dead ones.
The names of the neighbors in the year.”
Putting down the tea cup, the man whispered to the people who were looking at the tea shop: "It is said that if you can come back, you still need the help of an expert. But why you went crazy, Yang Chengyi's mother-in-law doesn't know either, so I'm afraid she doesn't dare to say it."
The boy carrying the teapot shook his head.
"Oh, it's all fate. Others can't see Xu Caiyou, but he can see it. Isn't it his fault?"
"Yes, Yang Chengyi is usually a generous person, how could he end up like this?"
In the tea shop, all the tea guests couldn't help but sigh.
At the table near the door, a scholar dressed as a scholar took out the tea money and put it on the table. He called the waiter to come and collect the money, then he picked up his baggage, got up and left the shop, walked through the streets and alleys, rambled on about the rumors in the market, and went straight out of the south of the city.
To the countryside.
Soon, he stopped in front of a forest. It was an old and dilapidated house. The tiles fell to the ground, the walls were covered with dead vines, but there were signs that the door had been opened. The scribe took a look and stepped forward to push it open.
The courtyard gate has desolate grass inside, and the doors and windows are covered with cobwebs. It has been desolate for I don’t know how many years.
However, among the weeds and broken doors and windows, there were many carcasses of beasts, which gave off a faint stench after a night.
In the central hall of the front yard that extends all the way, there are scattered skeletons everywhere, as well as a white raccoon cat the size of a stool, with a flat head and one eye hanging out.
There was a buzzing buzz of blowflies all around.
"I also said that I came here to borrow a raccoon stick from you. Haha, I'm a little late, and your house is neatly arranged here." The scribe squatted next to the flat-headed old cat, and gently slapped his sleeves as if he didn't feel the smell at all.
, swiped all the flying flies out of the window.
"Who told you that you don't know how to restrain yourself... It would be better if you died to save me the trouble."
The scribe turned his head and looked at an ordinary wooden staff on the ground. He took it in his hand and walked to a side room. He walked past the broken furniture that was in a mess and covered with dust. He threw the wooden staff under the wall in front of him and said something in his mouth.
He hit something, and then the wooden stick turned into a soft rattan and broke through the floor tiles. The originally gray rattan body gradually turned green and verdant, and then stood upright, winding out a few thin threads, and the threads sprouted.
A few green leaves emerge.
"It's done."
The scribe stretched out his hand to grasp the green vine, pulled it out from the ground, and transformed the half-foot long wooden body into a walking stick about one foot long. He put it in his bag and walked out of the dilapidated house without looking back.
The next moment, the house behind him burst into flames, quickly spreading to all the rooms. The fire wave vaguely revealed the shape of a fox, roaring and roaring.
"Who killed this civet cat family?" The scribe looked at the horizon and a dilapidated temple in the distance. His nose twitched slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "We haven't gone far yet."
This man took a look at the furnishings in the temple, then walked south along the road at his feet. He swayed and gradually disappeared in front of the business travelers who were approaching.
The skylight extends to the foothills in the south. The bullock cart is parked at the edge of the mountain col. The old cow stands straight on the ground, dragging it in the shadow on the ground. The crazy old man rests his head on his arms and crosses his legs, swaying leisurely. The old cow wants to go away.
, the old man coughed dryly and had to stand back obediently.
Chen Yuan stood on a high place and looked down. There were broken carriages, pottery pots and other utensils everywhere. There were villages and towns near Qingli Mountain, and there was another road leading to the Western Regions. Damaged items that could not be sold or reused were thrown away.
In this mountain col.
According to records in "Huangchuan Miscellaneous Mysteries", ghosts like to breed in the cracks of these utensils. Over the years, they corrode each other and evolve into shadow-trampling Gu, which often harms people passing by and eats their shadows. Those who eat them will soon fall ill and die.
Death.
"That little brother over there, what are you doing here?!"
Chen Yuan turned around and saw a woodcutter carrying firewood more than ten feet away. He waved and shouted: "It's not a good place here. Don't stay here. Leave quickly."
After saying that, the woodcutter seemed to be afraid of this place, so he hurriedly left with the firewood on his back and went into the forest.
"Master, I'll go down and have a look."
Chen Yuan said to the crazy old man who was sleeping soundly under the sun over there, stepped on the edge, rolled up his sleeves, and landed gracefully on a raised rock below.
Among the weeds are broken ceramic tiles, useless water tanks, some cracked openings, or furniture with termite nests. Most of them are decayed and have been for some time.
The shadow-stepping Gu is different from ordinary ghosts, as long as there is a shadow, it will appear.
Chen Yuan used the Heavenly Master's Mansion's shielding charm and stuck it on his clothes to cover up his cultivation. He looked like an ordinary person walking around in the valley, his ears moving slightly, listening to the goings on around him.
He didn't know how powerful this ghost was, so he had to be more cautious.
Knowing——
Huhu...
After stepping on the weeds, the debris walked more than ten feet. Apart from the sound of footsteps, there was only the sound of the gentle wind blowing through the mountain col, and the annoying chirping of cicadas in the forest outside the mountain col.
Chen Yuan frowned and took every step carefully, but he couldn't feel any strange aura.
'Is it only possible if there is moonlight at night? Or has it been surrendered by other monks passing by?'
At this time, a voice came over, not from the mountain col, but from the master jumping up on the rock, asking him when he was going to leave.
Rustling, rustling~~
When Chen Yuan looked up at the master above to answer, he saw several broken pottery bowls among the weeds at his feet, and black air gradually leaked out from the gaps, stretching towards the figures on the ground.
"Leave later!"
Here, Chen Yuan smiled back at his master, his face suddenly moved, he frowned slightly, and he clearly felt the cold air coming up from his feet.
He glanced at the corner of his eye, and in his peripheral vision, he saw a thumb-sized ghost in a mass of black energy, with fangs pointing upwards, green skin and skinny bones, and a single leg on his lower body.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The ghost opened its mouth greedily, poked out from the crack, and sucked in Chen Yuan's figure. Its eyes instantly bulged, as if they were on fire.
As if, the green skin turned red in color, fell out of the gap with its bulging belly, and rolled crazily in the grass.
In less than half a breath, his limbs were paralyzed and his hair was raised on the spot.
'Uh, just die like this?'
Chen Yuan looked at the dead ghost on the ground speechlessly, and even stretched out his fingertips to poke twice. It was indeed cold...
This is too weak.
However, he remembered that after this ghost wanted to suck other people's shadows, it could change the other person's appearance and have half of the other person's abilities. Unfortunately, the mistake was that he had been hungry for an unknown amount of time and secretly sucked Chen Yuan's shadow.
...The power of the incense will make ordinary ghosts fly away if they come even four or five steps away, let alone eat it.
"It's dead, I don't know if it can still be refined."
Before it dissipated, and with the idea of utilizing the waste, Chen Yuan didn't want to come here in vain after all, so he looked around and simply used the terrain, location, and surrounding objects to set up the Five Elements Refining Array.
After infusing mana and connecting the five elements, the small figure of the shadow-stepping ghost lying in the formation gradually changed. His lower body shortened, his one leg turned into a bell, his head bent down, and the bells merged into one.
"receive!"
The fingers of Chen Yuan's hand sank downwards, and at the moment when the magic power on the array returned, a white light flashed, and the ghost in the array was seen, with its body covered in green and green, with a ghost head and a bell body.
He spread his hands and the bell flew by itself.
'when!!'
As the bell rang, Chen Yuan felt something pull away from his body. The next moment, he saw nine figures exactly like him around him, wearing green clothes and white robes, but their faces were a little scary.
Each identical face may have only one eye, or multiple eyes, or three eyes, or vertical eyes...
"The stuff is good...I just wonder if I can fix their faces!"
Chen Yuan was about to try the Nine Shadows ability, when his hand suddenly became empty, the bell was snatched away by his master. The crazy old man was holding the bell, laughing loudly, running around in the col excitedly, shaking the bell back and forth, and transformed into a child.
Nine crazy old men came out.
"Go find something delicious for me!"
The crazy old man waved his hand, and nine shadows rushed around and disappeared.
Chen Yuan looked at the master who was playing with the bell with a smile, "It's still a flower played by the master." After going up the mountain col, he noticed a special aura.
He turned around and looked back. In the forest in front of his vision, a scribe with a baggage was standing in the forest, looking at him with a smile, and raised his hands as he walked.
"Brother Chen, long time no see!"
Chen Yuan looked at him, raised his hand in return, smiled and looked at the approaching figure.