Ghost cultivators have not been seen in the Cultivation Continent for a long time. Why are there traces of ghost cultivators everywhere on this continent?
Especially these ghost cultivators seem to be plundering the souls of mortals, even young babies. This is too crazy.
Shi Yingxue couldn't help but follow him.
However, the wind and sand in this barren land were extremely strong. Shi Yingxue had just taken two steps when she felt something firmly pulling on her ankle. The wind and sand instantly made her blind.
She lowered her head and found two thorny vines tightly wrapped around her ankles. Fortunately, her body-protecting energy was strong, so her skin was not scratched.
But the vines became tighter and tighter, and had the potential to corrode Shi Yingxue's body-protecting energy, so Shi Yingxue had no choice but to cut it off with her sword.
But the moment Shi Yingxue drew his sword, the wind and sand suddenly became stronger. The roaring strong wind carried the cracked sand and blew Shi Yingxue away in an instant.
The force was so incredible that Shi Yingxue could not escape the blow of the wind and sand. In the blink of an eye, she was blown away and thrown on the edge of a dried up pond.
When Shi Yingxue fell, the wind and sand in front of her dispersed.
It was like a human market in front of me, bustling with people, and you could still hear the voices of people talking.
She walked in the direction of the human voice, and finally saw the person after walking around an incomplete low wall.
There was a narrow dirt road with simple houses made of stones and mud on both sides. There were also some stalls selling dry food and other items. It really looked like a market.
There are many people walking in the market.
Each of these people wore tight brown robes. Each of them was skinny and looked malnourished.
Shi Yingxue's appearance did not cause any disturbance. These people just turned their heads and glanced at her, with numb and cold expressions on their faces.
She walked up and asked an old man who was weaving a straw basket in a gentle manner: "Old man, may I ask where this place is?"
He ignored Shi Yingxue and just silently weaved the basket in his hand.
The others looked at Shi Yingxue and whispered to each other for a while with unusually slow movements, speaking a language that Shi Yingxue could not understand, like sloths that moved extremely slowly.
After a moment, they suddenly rushed forward, their movements very fast and violent, completely different from the slowness just now, which even shocked Shi Yingxue.
Shi Yingxue avoided their attacks several times, because she didn't know whether the people in front of her were mortals or something else, and she didn't dare to hurt them rashly, so she just kicked a few grass and tree baskets placed on the roadside with her feet.
Slightly block their attacking movements.
"Catch her, she is the new sacrifice..."
"Catch her..."
"Catch her..."
They hummed in their mouths, like lifeless people, mechanically repeating some pre-set language.
Everyone rushed towards Shi Yingxue, regardless of whether there was anything else in front of them.
There was a lot of excitement in the whole street, and things were scattered all over the floor.
These things did not seem to cause any harm to their bodies, but only slightly slowed down their pace.
But in fact, their speed is still very fast, at least much faster than normal people.
Who are they?
Judging from the breath on their bodies, these people are still alive, but their words and deeds no longer look like living people, and there is no emotion in their eyes. They are simply insensitive.
It's like a puppet whose mind is controlled by someone.
When Yingxue's sword was unsheathed, she carried the sword behind her back with her left hand and held the scabbard with her right hand for the time being.
As expected, these people still pounced on Shi Yingxue. Shi Yingxue was not willing to kill such a mortal who had lost his mind, so he simply hit these people on the back of their necks with the scabbard and knocked them unconscious to the ground.
For Shi Yingxue, it was easy to deal with a group of mortals, but the frequency of attacks was difficult for mortals to resist. They probably caught them in three strikes, five divided by two.
And what they were talking about was always new sacrifices.
Sacrifice...?
Thinking of the group of things she saw transporting the souls of children's corpses in the wind and sand just now, Shi Yingxue boldly guessed that this was another place used by ghost cultivators to capture mortals and refine imps.
Ordinary mortals have basically no chance of escaping here. They will definitely be caught by this group of strange townspeople and eventually become what they call a "sacrifice".
How could these ghost cultivators gather together on this continent where cultivation is not supposed to be possible, and how could all of them be so strong?
Thinking of this, Shi Yingxue looked at the few remaining townspeople staggering around and had a bold idea in her mind.
When the next town citizen attacked, she pretended to be hit and screamed in pain, then collapsed to the ground. She silently recited the breath-holding technique three times in her mind, and then temporarily blocked her breathing.
When the townspeople saw Shi Yingxue being "knocked unconscious" by him, they immediately clapped their hands happily like children, circling around Shi Yingxue, clapping their hands as they ran, and singing songs.
Shi Yingxue couldn't understand the song at all, but felt it was very dizzying. However, this kind of singing did not penetrate the spiritual energy like the bell that the ghost cultivator poured ghost energy into last time. Shi Yingxue divided the spiritual energy into her ears.
I felt that my dizziness was greatly reduced.
It seems that there should be a certain degree of spiritual attack in this song, but because these people are mortals, the effect on monks is not very good.
After singing the ballad eighteen times, Shi Yingxue felt herself being lifted up.
She immediately used her consciousness to observe her surroundings, and saw these people carrying her to the dilapidated houses on both sides of the road. There were newly repaired coffins everywhere in the house, and there was a pungent smell.
Where did this coffin come from?
Shi Yingxue had just seen it on the way to the sword. There were no forest trees around this barren land. Where did such a large number of coffins come from?
Moreover, she noticed that these coffins were not just painted with varnish like ordinary people's coffins. Nothing could be seen on the rough polished coffin surface, but there was a full circle of black seals affixed around the coffin.
As soon as Shi Yingxue's consciousness came into contact with the talisman seal, she felt that the ghostly drawing talisman on it began to emit a faint purple light, which was very strange.
These people opened one of the coffins and put Shi Yingxue inside. They took some strange flowers and plants and sprinkled them on Shi Yingxue's body. They continued to talk in a language that Shi Yingxue could not understand.
After placing the flowers and plants, they closed the coffin lid.
Shi Yingxue thought they were going to seal the coffin with nails like a mortal funeral, but unexpectedly they used an ink fountain and ink line used by carpenters and masons to surround the coffin and mark it.