The soul-eating ghost had been gone for a while, and Yang Fan slowly climbed down from the tree.
"I can track down the soul-eating ghost just now. If I'm lucky, I might find more soul-eating ghosts." Yang Fan was thinking in his mind.
Originally, Yang Fan was not sure whether he could track the soul-eating ghost simply by relying on the tracking skills he learned from Liu Qi and Zhang Jie.
However, the person who secretly framed Yang Fan happened to help him. The pollen on the soul-eating ghost could help Yang Fan determine the direction.
"Who knows if there are other dangers in this forest of sin, you must always be careful of your surroundings." Yang Fan reminded himself.
Among the dense shrubs to the east, there were traces of being trampled. Yang Fan walked over to check, and sure enough, he found some pink pollen on the leaves.
"This is the direction!" Yang Fan looked at the bushes in front of him, took a deep breath, and walked in.
The visibility in the dark night was very low, so Yang Fan mainly relied on the surrounding plants to judge the soul-eating ghost's route. If something difficult to judge happened along the way, he would need to carefully search the surrounding flowers and plants to find the pink powder.
So far, Yang Fan has not encountered other monsters, and he does not know whether there is a "territory" among the monsters in the ghost world. Perhaps this area is the territory of soul-eating ghosts.
The soul-eating ghost is indeed a creature with super physical strength. Yang Fan followed the traces left by that guy, going around here and there, and even had to stop and rest twice. This shows how terrifying that guy's physical strength is.
Fortunately, Yang Fan could always find pink pollen, which meant that he hadn't lost the soul-eating ghost yet.
Around three or four in the morning, Yang Fan suddenly smelled a faint stench in the air.
As we walked a little further, the smell became more and more obvious!
"It's the rotten smell of soul-eating ghosts!" Yang Fan immediately stopped.
The smell of the soul-eating ghost he was tracking was very light and could only be smelled at close range. However, the smell became more and more obvious, and it was simply a stench.
Yang Fan climbed up to the height of a wind-weeping tree to take a look.
There seems to be no road ahead.
At the end of the road is a huge rocky mountain with no visible edges.
The strange thing is that when viewed from a distance, there are a large number of dark holes on the stone wall of the mountain, which are densely packed, like a honeycomb, eating away at the stone wall.
Occasionally, you can see some dark shadows climbing along the steep rock walls, and then disappearing into the holes.
Seeing this scene, Yang Fan couldn't help but shudder.
Those black shadows are the soul-eating ghosts, and those honeycomb-shaped holes on the cliff are their nests!
It's just that there are too many soul-eating ghosts here. Even if there is only one soul-eating ghost living in a hole, if you look at it this way, there are at least thousands of soul-eating ghosts.
"Oh my God, do all the soul-eating ghosts live here?"
Yang Fan just wanted to find a lair of the Soul Eater, but he didn't expect that he seemed to have found the hometown of the Soul Eater!
While checking the situation, Yang Fan saw patches of soul-sacrifice grass at the bottom of the cliff!
The soul-sacrifice grass he found before was also in small patches, but compared with the number of soul-sacrifice grass here, it pales into insignificance!
Moreover, the height of the soul-sacrifice grass here was more than twice as high as what he had seen before.
"I discovered before that the two-leaf soul-sacrifice grass grows stronger than the single-leaf soul-sacrifice grass, and the soul-sacrifice grass here is so tall, I'm afraid they are at least three-leaf." Yang Fan's eyes widened.
Without even thinking about it, it is very easy for four-leaf or even five-leaf soul-sacrifice grass to appear here.
Maybe someone else has discovered this great place, but the problem is, I'm afraid no one dares to get close to it.
Even Yang Fan is a little hesitant now as to whether he can safely collect the soul-sacrifice grass here.
He sat on the top of the tree, carefully recalling his encounter with the soul-eating ghost.
"I was in a state of cultivation at the time. In this state, although I wouldn't be discovered by them, I couldn't move myself..."
Soul-eating ghosts have no sensory functions, but they can hunt souls.
Yang Fan couldn't help but wonder what exactly the soul-eating ghost's perception stemmed from.
Without understanding this, it would be too dangerous to go there rashly.
"The soul-eating ghost was right next to me before. Even its claws fell on my legs, but it was completely unaware of my presence."
"I was indeed in a state of cultivation at the time, but my consciousness still existed, and of course my soul did not leave my body... Therefore, the perception of the soul-eating ghost is not directed at things like consciousness and soul."
"It was mentioned on the wrist screen that you need to maintain a stable state of mind when encountering soul-eating ghosts, hiss... maintain a stable state of mind..."
Suddenly, Yang Fan suddenly realized.
"So that's it. What soul-eating ghosts can sense are fluctuations in their moods."
In other words, Yang Fan can think and even act freely, as long as he can maintain a stable state of mind without any fluctuations.
"If I keep myself in a peaceful state of mind when I am moving, I can safely collect the soul-sacrifice grass!"
"Not only can I collect soul-sacrifice grass, I even have a chance... to kill the soul-eating ghost!"
Thinking of this, Yang Fan decided to test his guess first.
Just as Yang Fan climbed down from the tree, another mysterious voice sounded in his ears.
[Remaining number of first-level targets, 33.]
Several people have already completed the first level goal, but Yang Fan has not yet collected the Soul Sacrifice Grass.
As expected, those who run small stoves outside are all experts.
However, Yang Fan no longer pays attention to these things. His only hope is that this mysterious voice will not suddenly appear when he is collecting soul-sacrifice grass.
After thinking for a while, Yang Fan suddenly said to the air, "Hey, senior, I need to stay extremely focused right now to ensure a stable state of mind."
"When someone else completes their goal later, can you please not remind me loudly?"
Most people probably have no experience communicating with mysterious voices, but Yang Fan knows that mysterious voices in other worlds actually have autonomous consciousness.
Just like the one who was quite arrogant in the beast world last time.
The mysterious voice didn't answer. This mysterious voice in another world didn't owe Yang Fan anything...
Yang Fan shook his head, forget it, just pay more attention.
Next, Yang Fan has been adjusting his state. The state he wants to achieve is to focus all his attention on the soul-sacrifice grass.
"I am not shocked when the sky falls, my heart is as calm as water! Collect soul-sacrifice grass, collect soul-sacrifice grass, no matter what I encounter or see, I only have one thing, that is to collect soul-sacrifice grass!" Yang Fan kept telling himself, while constantly acting like a soul-eating ghost.
The nest is near.
From about a hundred meters away from the cliff to only a dozen meters away, countless black shadows came in and out of those dark holes.
However, not a single soul-eating ghost discovered Yang Fan's existence.
There were even a few soul-eating ghosts passing by twenty or thirty meters away from Yang Fan, but there was no gap.
After confirming that this method was feasible, Yang Fan inevitably had some fluctuations in his heart.
At this moment, several black shadows immediately emerged from the dozen or so caves near him. The pairs of red eyes looked in the direction of Yang Fan and rushed towards this direction instantly.
Yang Fan's first reaction was to turn around and run away.
But his reason still told him that the more this situation happens, the more calm he should be.
"I'm just here to collect soul-sacrifice grass, I'm here to collect soul-sacrifice grass!" Yang Fan's eyes were slightly fascinated, and after reciting silently in his heart three times, he opened his eyes again.
A dozen soul-eating ghosts of different sizes were just two or three meters away from him, looking back and forth for something.
Yang Fan, on the other hand, walked directly from them to the area full of soul-sacrifice grass.