After hearing what the villagers said, Feng Yi stretched out his hands to comfort everyone and said: "Don't panic, everyone, I will try my best to rescue you."
The villagers nodded in unison.
They are now trapped in the village. Although they still want to live as before, everyone knows that they are already ghosts.
I can't do anything but stay here, which is a great sadness after a long time.
People always have to do something to prove their worth, but now they can't do anything to prove their worth.
Instead of doing this, it is better to break the shackles early, enter reincarnation, and start over.
"So, I would like to ask, were you all killed by bleeding in your own homes, or were you concentrated somewhere in the village?"
Feng Yi asked after pondering for a moment.
This is something he has been thinking about.
Being bled to death at home shows that this is just a ritual chosen by the murderers;
If the bloodletting is concentrated, it means that there is something weird somewhere in the village, and the blood of the villagers needs to be used to activate and trigger it.
The meanings behind the two places of death are completely different.
"We were driven to one place and killed."
Village Chief Yang said.
Feng Yi's figure trembled, and it turned out to be exactly what he had guessed.
"where?"
"Behind the ancestral hall in Yangjiacun."
Village Chief Yang pointed to a certain location in the village and said, "It's right there."
"Can I go take a look?"
Feng Yi asked.
"Can."
Village Chief Yang nodded, and then said with some hesitation: "Dao Zhang Feng, I want to remind you that that place is very weird. People in our entire village, no, I should say ghosts, dare not approach it. It seems that there will be some trouble."
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So please forgive us for not being able to accompany you, and please be careful on your own."
oh?
Feng Yiyi raised his eyebrows, and after thinking about it, he said: "Don't worry, Village Chief Yang, I'm very capable, nothing can hurt me."
"We would be very grateful if you took the initiative to help us. We would be uneasy if you were hurt because of us."
Village Chief Yang pursed his lips and said.
Feng Yi felt warm in his heart and said solemnly: "Village Chief Yang, and fellow villagers, don't worry, I, Feng Yi, will definitely relieve your pain."
"Thank you, Daochang Feng, for your generous intervention."
Village Chief Yang led all the ghosts in the village to salute respectfully.
Feng Yigong cupped his hands, turned around and walked in the direction of the Yangjia Village Ancestral Hall.
Facing the expectant eyes of the couple, Feng Yizhong nodded: "He is very good and knows how to take care of himself. I believe he will be able to make a name for himself in the future."
The couple looked at each other and felt much relieved. Mother Yang shook her head and said, "As long as he is safe and has no worries about food and clothing, it will be fine. In this era, it is also a mistake to stand out too much."
Feng Yi felt sad.
Yes, in this turbulent society, the most valuable thing is human life, and their concerns are not wrong.
However, some people's potential is revealed early, and it is not easy to deliberately hide their clumsiness.
He said nothing more, nodded to the two of them, and continued walking towards the ancestral hall.
"Be careful, Taoist Feng."
The couple whispered reminders from behind.
The Yang Family Ancestral Hall is at the western end of the village. Although every household in Yang Family Village has dim lights on, the location of the ancestral hall is still dark, as if some terrifying beast has opened its bloody mouth and wants to destroy everything.
Like a world swallowed up by darkness.
What made Feng Yi feel weird was that his nose didn't smell any strange smell, whether outside or inside the village.
But as he got closer and closer to the ancestral hall, an extremely rich smell of blood and violence penetrated through the pores of his body, seeming to deliberately disturb his mind and emotions.
Ordinary people would be controlled by this smell and lose themselves, just like a puppet without reason or thought.
However, for Feng Yi, who is in the realm of Tianshi, these low-level control methods are of no use, and his footsteps are still firm.
Finally, we arrived in front of the ancestral hall. This ancestral hall exuded a rich black atmosphere, and it was surrounded by ditches formed by dark red blood, flowing over and over with a certain rhythm.
You can vaguely feel that there is a faint dotted line directly above the center of the ancestral hall, and a steady stream of breath rushes into the sky along this dotted line.
The strange thing is that this dotted line is not vertical, but at a certain angle, heading in an unknown direction.
Feng Yi tried to touch the dotted line with his breath. Before he got close, an extremely strong breath rippled out, knocking his breath back.
"The atmosphere here is a bit like a ghost's, mixed with a hint of domineering aura."
Feng Yi pinched his chin and murmured: "And the position it delivers is in an arc shape, as if it has a purpose;
Could it be said that there are similar auras in other places, and they are gathered together in a certain position in the sky..."
Thinking of this, Feng Yi broke into a cold sweat.
If it is true as he guessed, there are countless strongholds similar to Yangjia Village. They gather together and inject a steady stream of breath into the middle point. And when these strongholds are connected together, how big will the area covered be?
The whole outside the customs!
"etc."
Feng Yi shook his head, cleared his mind of speculation, closed his eyes and felt it carefully before saying slowly: "No wonder I feel that this breath feels familiar, but I can't remember where I have encountered it.
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Speaking of this, Feng Yi took out the token given to him by Yan Kai, the ghost of the underworld, and said word by word: "This aura is almost the same as the ghost of the underworld!
The location of the tiger demon...the temple where Hu Xian and the others are entrenched...Ksitigarbha Ghost King, the incarnation of Ksitigarbha...
It seems that I have to ask my old friends to help me answer my questions."
Once again, Feng sent a signal to Yan, who had been promoted to judge.
What he didn't expect was that Yan Kai, who had always answered his call instantly, had no reply this time.
"Is there something wrong with the signal in Hell? Is the line busy?"
The more this happened, the more Feng Yi felt that something was wrong, so he sent a series of life-threatening hooks to Yan Kai. He vowed not to give up until he reached his goal. If you ignore me, I will blow up the "phone"!
Anyway, you gave me the token, and it is inseparable from you. Unless the token explodes, it will always be valid!
After about half a stick of incense, Yan Kai's weak and distressed voice finally came: "Fellow Daoist Feng, I'm very busy now."
"Something strange happened here. I hope Judge Yan can show up and help me answer some questions."
Feng Yi was unmoved and said calmly.
"I told you, I don't have time."
Yan Kai refused again.
The more he acted like this, the more Feng Yi became certain that Yan Kai must know something inside: "It's okay, you don't have time, I can just go find you."
