The refugees and pedestrians at the crossroads and the Chihe River Ferry looked at the dilapidated manor located in the shadow of the mountains from a distance, and they all felt terrified.
It is said that there are over 10,000 coffins in Yinyue Villa, many of which are old coffins from a hundred years ago. At night, the gloomy atmosphere fills the sky.
The place has become a famous evil place in the county. Even in the dog days of summer, the inside is like an ice cellar. There are even old corpses that have turned into red-haired monsters, which is very ominous.
"Brother Luo Dao, that's Yin Yue Villa." Qian Sibaan pointed at that location, "The locals also call it... Wan Coffin Villa."
Luo Ning asked: "A place like this must be rich in yin energy and is a treasure for ghosts, but which ghost-cultivated cave?"
Qian Sibaan shook his head: "There are naturally many lonely souls and wild ghosts here, and there may also be low-level ghost cultivators, but there will never be ghost cultivators above the eighth grade. Because... the spiritual officer does not allow it!"
"This is Yizhuang, owned by the government. Even the coffin keepers are fed by the government, and powerful ghosts will not be allowed to occupy it."
"If it is taken over by that ghost cultivator, first of all the city god will not agree. The spiritual officials have to come here from time to time for vacation to nourish their souls."
It turned out to be the holiday villa of the local spiritual official. Luo Ning smiled when he heard this.
Luo Ning withdrew his gaze and no longer paid attention to Yinyue Villa.
Just a gut feeling.
Luo Ning was not incompetent, otherwise he would not have become brothers with different surnames like Li Dingguo and Su Xian so easily.
Because this place is the junction of three counties, the largest ferry in the upper reaches of the Chi River, and a must-pass for the Tea-Horse Trade Road, there are many merchants coming and going.
He still has a sister to protect, and there are so many people in the Luo family class to take care of.
Wealth can be found in danger. It is important to survive, but you must also seize the opportunity.
The huge shadow of Qingniu Mountain is like a nightmare, shrouding Yinyue Villa, making the brilliance of the stars and moon become gloomy.
"Dear Sir, I dare not hide it from you. According to the tortoise divination and the divination..."
"Then, since that villa has auspicious signs for me, it must be a good or bad omen for you, sir."
Luo Ning pondered and said: "You mean, if I go to Yinyue Villa, I will get some kind of benefit?"
Having been a human being for two lifetimes, I still have a better perspective on people than the average person.
Brother Laohui!
After everyone settled down here, Qian Sibaanpan took the initiative to treat the guests and laid out a large table of dishes.
Luo Ning returned to the room, took out some ghost bait fruits from the stage space, and ate them all.
The other ghost bait fruit is reserved for cultivating your true soul and cannot be eaten again.
He was the only monk in the Luo family class, so of course he could only take risks alone.
Even if she only has half of her soul left and no cultivation, but the distance is less than a hundred feet, she can't sense the existence of her physical body?
Therefore, Luo Ning had no intention of stopping by Yin Yue Villa to find out what was going on. Instead, he led everyone through directly.
"Dear Sir, I dare not hide it from you." Murong Lingbei said, "The Yin Qi in that place is very strong, which makes my spiritual sense stronger."
After eating this bit of ghost bait fruit, my sense of smell and taste recovered a little.
"Dear Sir, I dare not hide it from you. When I passed by that gloomy manor, I felt an auspicious sign."
Are you just going to watch my brother lose his hearing?
Su Xian and Li Dingguo knew what was happening and couldn't help but become anxious.
Can you believe it?
A person like Lu Pianpian, who had been the leader of the True Sacrifice, was involved in too many powerful people, and he did not dare to participate for fear of getting into trouble.
The lifespan is not as good as that of ordinary people. Living to the age of sixty is considered an advanced age, and most people die young.
"If you go to that evil place tonight, it will be auspicious."
Luo Ning looked startled, then sat upright, "My white shaman, is your divination true?"
Luo Li looked at this little goddess who didn't understand the language and turned away in disgust.
Luo Ning took a few steps forward and got closer to Murong Lingbei, secretly running the Ling Dao Pearl.
White Shaman Murong Lingbei was looking steadily at the Yin Yue Villa not far away, playing with a few pieces of tortoise shell in his hands and muttering something in his mouth.
Well, it's not acting.
Moreover, based on what Chen Dalang and Qian Sibaan said, he had a vague feeling that there might be some conspiracy in Yinyue Villa.
In fact, there is still one untouched. But that one is for refining the True Soul Pill and should not be eaten unless absolutely necessary.
When he took Lu Zhi's magic weapon before, if he had eaten a big mouthful of ghost bait fruit without hurting his soul, he would still have at least half of it left.
There are poems to prove it:
The ghost bait fruit is almost gone, only a little bit is left. Brother has not eaten a piece of ghost bait fruit for seven or eight days.
She didn't like Murong Lingbei and always felt that she was deliberately approaching her brother to gain his attention.
Sanqiao Town has arrived.
It's not that I don't give face. It's that I have completely lost my sense of smell and taste, and I can't eat anything.
At this time, there were no pedestrians at all, and there was really a sense of desolation and panic.
Although Sanjie Town is the westernmost market town in Emei County, it is very prosperous.
"Sir." Suddenly a lark-like voice came from outside the door, "Murong Lingbei stood outside your door, requesting to enter your room."
The Yinshan shaman in ancient books has the same lifespan as the great monk, which is really an anomaly.
"Your Excellency is my auspicious nobleman. Therefore, Your Excellency's bad luck is Lingbei's bad luck. At least within a year, Lingbei and Your Excellency will be the same."
The young man frowned, feeling unhappy and without any appetite.
After all, he is also an eighth-grade monk and the owner of the Ling Daozhu. It is not that he has no means of self-protection.
Anyway, he would never risk going to Yinyue Villa to find his body for the sake of Lu Pianpian, who was an enemy rather than a friend.
Completely ignoring Su Xian's resentment, Su Chuo's anger, and other people's sideways glances.
"Okay! I'll go try it then." Luo Ning no longer hesitated.
"Brother Qian, please excuse me. I have no appetite and want to go back to my room to rest." Luo Ning reluctantly took a few mouthfuls and left the banquet.
"And since it's so close, I shouldn't be mistaken."
"On a quiet night, only the wind stirs in the pines, and I can only listen to the water weeping in the barren mountains. In whose manor is the moon shining brightly, and in whose manor is the wild soul sleeping in a cold coffin."
Her face was a little pale, as if she had spent a lot of effort in deducing it over and over again.
She gave Luo Ning a breast-stroking salute and looked at Luo Ning with her deep black eyes.
At this time, night has fallen, and a new moon rises, faintly illuminating the lonely Yinyue Villa.
His sister Luo Li has the longevity lock magic weapon to protect her, so he can leave temporarily.
The white shaman of Bayan Mountain...she is here.
The young man called Li Dingguo, Luo Li and others over. He said he had something to do and left alone.
Although the child-faced shaman looks like a girl until his death, his lifespan is often short because he is forbidden by heaven and suffers from the backlash of karma. In addition, divination is very labor-intensive.
The sound of insects is cut off, and the sound of birds is even silent.
When Luo Li saw his brother's expression, he knew that his nose consciousness (smell) and tongue consciousness (taste) were completely lost.
I didn't feel the urge to act.
But when Luo Ning took it into his mouth, it was like chewing wax, with no taste at all.
The childlike shaman with wild and ethereal beauty nodded solemnly and replied:
"Brother, after passing Sanjie Town, you will be jealous of Fujin." Su Xian said to Luo Ning, "We can enter Fengzu Mountain in a month at most."
The strong aroma of wine can no longer be smelled.
Also, if Lu Pianpian’s body was really in Yinyue Villa, why didn’t Lu Pianpian react at all when he passed by Yinyue Villa?
Lu Pianpian had a heavy drink, as if someone was competing with her to drink, tearing Su Chuo's elegant demeanor to pieces.
Luo Ning went on the road alone very quickly, and the distance of seven or eight miles was quickly reached.
Next, there is hearing.
He couldn't believe it. But with his magical power, he didn't sense that the white shaman was acting.
After passing Yinyue Villa and walking for another seven or eight miles, the sun finally sank under the green mountains.
"Brother Luo Dao, this Sanjie Town is safe with Brother Pao from the Brother Laohui controlling the place. No other monsters, ghosts, monsters or thieves dare to come. As long as you pay a little bonus, everything will be fine."
But how many days can it last?
"Come in." Luo Ning said in Xianbei dialect.
Qian Sibaan was very familiar with this town. He entered the market town and found a big inn with ease.
When Luo Ning and others heard these three words, their eyes turned cold.
Since you're not acting, it's probably not a lie?
Even the Lord of Lingdao felt a little frightened at this moment.
However, Luo Ning arrived near the manor and secretly used Ling Dao's mental skills. The true meaning of Zhang Tianshi's character came to him, he made an invisibility charm and walked towards Yin Yue Villa.
His invisibility spell cannot hide from the spiritual consciousness of monks above the eighth level, but it is better than nothing.
At the gate of the dilapidated manor, two strings of scarlet lanterns hung. A hunched-over man wearing a straw hat was sitting on the moss-covered threshold, smoking a dry cigarette.