In the early morning, Zhang Chunyi rode a red-maned horse to a mountain valley five miles outside Changhe County. There used to be a Laowang Village here, but now there is only a deserted land with grass, trees and soil.
There are rocks, but there are no villages.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhang Chunyi reined in the reins.
After subduing the white ape and repairing for another five days, under the urging of the county government, Zhang Chunyi finally stopped delaying and came to Laowang Village.
The power of the soul spread, and the deserted land in front of him suddenly changed in Zhang Chunyi's eyes. Gray mist filled the air, covering the entire mountain col. The outlines of some houses could be vaguely seen, which was the disappeared Laowang Village.<
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"Yin energy gathers and ghost energy permeates the air. This place has become a ghost nest."
He reached into it with his fingers, grabbed a handful of gray mist, and looked at the light black frost condensed in his palm. Zhang Chunyi's expression changed subtly.
Judging from the current situation, this ghost is not only hovering in Laowang Village, but also has the idea of taking root here.
"Is there something here that attracts this ghost and makes it reluctant to leave, or is this ghost really controlled by someone?"
After many thoughts, Zhang Chunyi had some guesses in his mind, but unfortunately there was no accurate direction.
Although they deliberately delayed the process for several days, Zhang Chunyi and Zhang Zhong still failed to collect any more useful information.
"But what is certain is that the cultivation level of this ghost is only about three hundred years."
After letting Zhang Zhong test it many times before, and now having personal contact with it, Zhang Chunyi made an accurate judgment.
"That's enough."
Looking at the village in the gray mist, Zhang Chunyi's eyes flashed with a sharp light like a knife.
Phew, the breeze floated, and Hongyun's figure appeared beside Zhang Chunyi.
The body was floating, looking at the ghost realm in front of him, Hongyun instinctively sensed the danger. His little face was full of solemnity, but he was not afraid. This was a dual change in strength and mentality. It is no longer what it was in the past.
, and it also has to prove something.
Open your mouth and take a deep breath, like a long whale drinking heavily, causing the airflow to roll. Hongyun's body is dyed crimson, and his body grows rapidly, casting a shadow on the ground.
But this red cloud was still not satisfied and continued to accumulate strength until its size expanded to the size of a small house. It did not stop until it reached its limit.
Phew, the power that has been accumulated for a long time explodes, like a flood, and it is out of control.
The wind was howling, but there was no sharpness, only warmth and vitality. For a moment, the grass under Zhang Chunyi's feet sprouted new buds at a speed visible to the naked eye, weaving a green carpet of spring.
Following Zhang Chunyi's instructions, Hongyun called out the spring breeze.
Chi, like a red-hot soldering iron meeting cold water, the sound of chi chi is endless.
The ghost spirit is cold and the will of death permeates the air, but the spring breeze contains vitality. There is a fundamental difference between the two. They are in conflict with each other and are like water and fire.
The spring breeze roared, and the gray mist that had originally entrenched the entire mountain col suddenly began to roll, like boiling water.
Watching this scene quietly, Zhang Chunyi's expression remained unchanged.
Although he is confident of dealing with a ghost with three hundred years of cultivation, he will not rashly set foot in the ghost realm and enter the ghost's home territory.
Water and fire clashed, ice melted and snow melted. As the spring breeze continued to blow, the gray fog receded, and the scene in the mountain col suddenly changed drastically.
The light and shadow change, the illusion recedes, a small earthen house, a big stone mill at the entrance of the village, jujube trees, and several acres of paddy fields around it, a real Laowangzhuang quietly appears.
"Dressed in red and colorful?"
The spring breeze continued to blow, sweeping away the coldness in the mountain col. Looking at the dilapidated small villages and the red clothes hanging on the eaves, roadsides and jujube trees, Zhang Chunyi raised his eyebrows slightly.
Unexpectedly, the villagers in Laowang Village were not devoured by ghosts, and the scene inside was not miserable. Instead, they were filled with joy.
Just at this moment, Zhang Chunyi saw three pairs of men and women engaging in illicit behavior in broad daylight, including an old man in his 80s and a young daughter-in-law who was 16 or 17 years old.
"Taking supplements?"
With his discerning eye, Zhang Chunyi saw the reality through appearances. Although these people, whether they were old men or women, seemed to have glowing faces, in fact their spirits were sucked away by something in the process of pleasure. p>
"This is not what ordinary ghosts should do."
Stepping towards Laowang Village, Zhang Chunyi had thoughts floating in his mind.
Ghosts often regard humans as food, and the simplest way is to devour them directly. However, this method was relatively crude and not very efficient.
The tonic method used by this ghost in Laowang Village is undoubtedly a step above direct ingestion.
"Is it an evil cultivator?"
The closer to the village, the thicker the clouds and fog around Zhang Chunyi became.
Ghosts are born out of the resentment of living beings, and humans account for the majority, because human souls are pure and spiritual, and the seven emotions are the most abundant. It is precisely because of this that the wisdom of ghosts is much higher than that of other monsters.
But demons are always demons, and the souls of ghosts are also turbid, so there is no shortcut. Even if you master the corresponding method, it is still not easy to truly understand the method of replenishing.
And although low-level ghosts have some intelligence, they mostly rely on instinct. With this delicious blood food in front of them, they will devour it without thinking. No matter what, they eat it first and then talk about it.
Only those ghosts refined by immortal cultivators will pursue maximizing profits and can easily master the tonic method at a low level.
After crossing the jujube tree and walking past the stone mill, Zhang Chunyi paused slightly and looked towards the southeast corner of Laowang Village, where he saw a deep dormant ghostly energy.
And the moment Zhang Chunyi actually walked into Lao Wangzhuang, a wave of extreme malice enveloped him.
With a creak, the door opened, and figures one after another came out of the houses on both sides. There were men and women, all disheveled. They held various weapons in their hands, such as kitchen knives, hoes, manure forks, rolling pins, etc.
, looking at Zhang Chunyi with a look of hatred.
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"Foreigners, you are not welcome here."
The upper body was bare, his hair was gray, and his skin was covered with bones. An old man spoke. Even though the clouds and mist were lingering around Zhang Chunyi, he was obviously extraordinary and showed no fear.
As soon as this statement came out, other villagers also echoed, and the crowd was furious for a while.
Looking at such a scene, Zhang Chunyi remained indifferent.
"You evil-hearted maggot, if you want to hurt Fairy Girl, just step over my corpse."
With saliva flying from his mouth, he rushed forward with a basin of unknown water, and the old man poured it on Zhang Chunyi.
Whoops, the strong wind roared, and the water flowed backwards. The old man's figure was directly lifted away, and he fell heavily to the ground. He couldn't get up for a while, but he was not dead.
Looking at such a scene, Zhang Chunyi frowned slightly, not because of the villagers or the old man, but because of Hongyun.
At that moment, Hongyun hesitated and held back. Under normal circumstances, the old man should have been chopped into pieces by a thousand cuts.
"Have you been in contact with people for a long time, do you think you are a human being? Have you learned compassion, and are you unable to take action against these old and weak people?"
At this moment, Zhang Chunyi understood Hongyun's thoughts.
At this time, seeing the old man being blown away by a gust of wind, the surrounding villagers not only did not feel afraid, but were completely angered.
"He is a demon."
"The fairy has given us a wonderful life, and we must not let the demon harm the fairy."
"Beat him to death, beat him to death."
The crowd was furious, shouting and killing, and more than a hundred villagers swarmed forward with various weapons.
Looking at this scene with cold eyes, Zhang Chunyi did not force Hongyun to take action. To a certain extent, it is not a bad thing for monsters to learn to pity the weak.
Ho, a low roar sounded, and a white ape with six ears on its head and a face like a thunderous one appeared next to Zhang Chunyi.
The shadows of the villagers shouting and killing were reflected in the white ape's eyes, and a trace of violent aura began to rise in the white ape's body.
Bang, leaving a deep footprint on the ground, the white ape suddenly jumped out, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and screams suddenly broke out.