The dark clouds are like mountains and seas, falling and pressing down.
Thunder and electric snakes ran among them, rumbling and rolling.
Lin Lu held a big umbrella and went straight to the Yi Zhuang in Huairenfang.
The pair of black boots that were walking quickly stepped on the bluestone tiles.
One step is deep, one step is shallow, and water splashes everywhere.
This downpour has been going on for several hours.
Because the terrain of the outer city is slightly lower, several streets near the eastern suburbs were flooded to a terrible extent.
The rainwater overflowed into the ditch and accumulated about half an inch, almost covering the ankles.
"What a bad weather! The rain is as if the Dragon King is angry!"
Lin Lu was cursing and he didn't even see a night watchman on the long street.
"You know what a sneaky bitch is! I have a hundred households who are still trying their best to investigate the case, but they are hiding in hiding, eating wine, and sleeping with their wives on the hot kang!
Next time I see you, I will definitely hold you accountable!"
The adults of the Hundred Households were indignant in their hearts, but they did not dare to get angry at the adults of the Qianhu Houses who sent the errands. They could only scold the common people below.
The curfew in outer cities has always been relaxed, but there are two rules that must be followed.
After midnight, no riding or driving is allowed.
Anyone who disturbs the people will be captured and questioned by the troops of the five cities.
Even the southern and northern towns of Fusi are treated equally.
"I don't know what the saint's purpose is to let me go away easily..."
Lin Lu muttered and walked quickly from Changshunfang to Huairenfang, which took about half an hour.
The cowhide boots were already filled with water, and the cold raindrops penetrated into the neck, mixed with beads of sweat, and squeezed onto the layers of fat, like an oil slick.
Especially the rising mist was clammy and uncomfortable to stick to my body.
This made him even more angry. If he saw a wandering ghost along the way, he would definitely take out the red fire token and shine it through, breaking up the form.
For a moment, the wind whined loudly, like weeping, complaining, and wailing.
"You were a bastard in life, and you will be a bastard in death, and you deserve not to be reincarnated!"
Lin Lu's face was gloomy, and he held the dark token in his right hand.
I saw a golden flame carved on the front, and the word "strict" written in a dragon-snake style on the back.
Quite extraordinary!
Lin Lu heard that Master Qianhu mentioned that if he could reach the fourth level of martial arts, he could open up a sea of qi in the human body's Dantian to refine and warm a natal artifact.
This Red Fire Token is the natal artifact of a Qi Sea master in the Black Dragon Platform. It contains the fierce and violent Yang Fire Qi, which is most capable of hurting ghosts and ghosts.
If he didn't have this thing to protect him, and even if Lin Lu had ten more courage, he wouldn't dare to enter the Yin Market alone.
Those ghosts who have nowhere to go are easy to bully, but if they really encounter some old ghost with a vicious spirit, the second level of Tongmai will only be able to fill the gap between their teeth.
"Qian's Yizhuang..."
Lin Lu looked up at the plaque and kicked open the two unlocked wooden doors.
The night was dark, windy and rainy, and the dilapidated and decaying yard seemed to have been vacant for a long time without even a guard.
At the courtyard wall, there is a towering locust tree, which looks like a canopy hanging down.
"The nine Yin demons in the nine Yin cities, Tai'an, Huairen, and Pingxiu are all given orders by the hand master. The Yin spirit that harmed Li Yan was his creation."
Lin Lu found out these clues by coercing and killing many ghosts. He had killed the evil tiger that was eating salt and helped Qian Wu, and got a "Tiger Picture" as a certificate.
There is no trace of the human skin book that killed the watchman and the kiln sister several times one after another.
Now the only one left is this paper-making man who often hangs around Yizhuang.
After solving it and taking an object back, the case will almost be completed.
The gloomy energy was like big hands, pushing and pushing half of the wooden door into decay.
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
A harsh, noisy sound.
Like a sharp old crow, it disturbs people's mind.
"Hmph! I'm wearing a flying fish suit, and I have the aura of a dragon and a tiger. How can a mere evil spirit scare me!?"
Lin Lu spoke sternly, but the Red Fire Token held in his right hand was squeezed tighter.
He strode across the threshold and glanced around,
The room was pitch dark, with a dozen or twenty thin-skinned coffins parked in total.
The death energy was thick and dense, floating in all directions like thick fog.
The so-called yizhuang is the place where the bones are collected and the coffins are stored.
It is mostly done by wealthy people, clans, and government agencies, and is considered a kind of charity.
There are always travelers who have died in a foreign land, and poor people who cannot afford a coffin for burial.
It would be against humanity to allow his body to be exposed in the wilderness.
At the same time, it is also easy to attract plague, which is why we decided to organize a charity village.
To put it simply, it is the ancient mortuary.
"The paper man...isn't he here?"
Lin Lu wiped a handful of greasy sweat from his hands, and his blood was full of energy, like a conspicuous human-shaped torch.
The ghost is afraid of masculinity, but it also covets the flesh and blood of living people.
Especially the kind of old ghosts with ferocious spirits, as long as they sense the warrior's energy and blood, they will immediately swarm them like tigers and wolves that smell the fishy smell.
Sure enough, when Lin Lu released the billowing Qi and blood of his cultivation, a dark wind suddenly blew through, sealing the doors and windows everywhere.
"The evil spirit of external strongman, the smelly blood that is so bad that it oozes pus... He is still an official!"
The sinister, hoarse voice had a hint of drama. As soon as he finished speaking, the thin wooden board of the coffin in the middle suddenly lifted up and hit him head on.
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In the courtyard of Nanmen Hutong, in the house, Ji Yuan, who was leaning against the wall, slowly opened his eyes.
The eyes are like a tide, rising and falling.
It's like waking up from a big dream.
In the Huangtian Dao Map, there are two more destiny stars that are as bright as the sky.
[Strengthening blood (white)]: [Promotes qi and blood, makes it strong, nourishes liver and kidneys, fills marrow and strengthens bones]
[Nei Zhuang (white)]: [It is the sign of abundant qi and blood, no fatigue and diseases, no fear of hunger, cold and heat, and the vitality is stronger than ordinary people]
These are the two fortunes possessed by Cheng Baihu, which have now been successfully rubbed by Ji Yuan and used for his own use.
Just like the last time at Shuofeng Pass, he fell into an illusion and was projected as someone else.
Keep feeling and experiencing everything until you completely refine your destiny.
The only difference is that Ji Yuan himself seemed to have stayed at Shuofeng Pass for several years in order to acquire the [Archcraft].
This time, the scene changes.
He was trapped in a martial arts training ground and underwent various trainings.
You can't leave until you meet the qualifications of [Strengthening Blood] and [Internal Strength].
"If I fail to refine my destiny, will I never wake up again? My mind will sink, my body will be empty, and I will become a living dead?"
Ji Yuan suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and realized that rubbing, refining, and grabbing were also risky.
He stood up directly and saw a note left on the table, crooked as if an insect was crawling——
"Lin, go, Yi, Zhuang."
The corners of Ji Yuan's lips couldn't help but curl up. Old Man An was still reliable in his work.
He grabbed the waist knife and took a breath, like a tiger roaring, echoing the rumbling thunder in the sky.
The accumulated internal energy, blood energy, and essence energy are like a fire in a furnace, surging.
The state of persuasion has reached its limit!
"With eight lives in my body, how can I still kill someone in the second level of Tongmai!"