After discerning the direction of the next direction, I continued on cautiously and vigilantly.

Even though it was very low-key all the way, it still attracted a lot of passing ghosts to look sideways.

After passing through the small group of spiritual shops, the distance from the dense fog area became closer and closer, and the ghosts in the surrounding circles gradually decreased, and there were few scattered left.

I was thinking of going up and saying hello and getting a companion or something.

As a result, each of these little ghosts showed a vigilant look, as if they had discussed it in advance, and before I could get closer, they immediately hid far away, not giving people a chance to approach at all, and all of them walked forward in isolation.

I had to figure out how to walk on my own.

After all, it was the first time for me to take this dangerous road to return to the yang, so in order not to go wrong, I chose a middle-aged yin spirit that looked mature and stable, and quietly followed behind it.

It didn't take long for me to enter the dense fog area, and in an instant the wind was so strong that I almost didn't look up, and I couldn't open my eyes, so I could only cover my eyes with my palms, and barely moved.

Visibility in the dense fog area is only about 10 meters, and this sense of direction is even more difficult to discern.

I was afraid that I was lost here, so I gritted my teeth and quickened my pace, getting closer to the middle-aged Yin Spirit in front of me.

The middle-aged yin spirit took off his coat and wrapped it around his head, carrying a bulging bag on his back, and he didn't know what it contained.

I noticed that it was wrapped around the cloth bag around my waist, and a scimitar with a short arm was pinned.

I thought to myself, this yin spirit doesn't seem to be quite the same as me, it doesn't look like it accidentally strayed into the underworld to reverse the yang, it looks like an experienced person, it should be in and out of here a lot.

But I didn't bother to care too much, I just wanted to follow it to find my friends and turn back smoothly.

I just lowered my head and wiped my eyes, and when I looked up again, I found that the middle-aged yin in front of me was gone.

I frowned and secretly exclaimed in my heart: Is it lost?

The surrounding area was full of gray and gray fog, and it was still a little difficult for me to go out on my own, so I didn't hesitate to start chasing forward.

The middle-aged Yin Spirit just now was very close to me, and it shouldn't have gone far.

But after I chased out a few dozen steps, I realized that something was wrong.

It stands to reason that I must have been running faster than it could walk, but now I still have no shadow of it...... Unless it's found me!

As soon as I thought this, a figure suddenly appeared beside me.

I frowned and turned around as soon as I was met with a sharp scimitar.

Instinctively, he leaned back, then moved to his feet, quickly moved to the left, and dodged the fatal blow.

The one who attacked me was the middle-aged Yin Spirit I had just followed.

The middle-aged Yin Spirit method is fruitful, calm face, and immediately retracts his knife and prepares to continue attacking me as soon as he misses the blow.

I didn't even get a chance to explain, so I had to dodge its scimitar with all my might for the time being, while looking for an opportunity to fight back.

It can be seen that the middle-aged Yin Spirit does not know any formal martial arts, and is stabbing indiscriminately with a fierce force.

Actually, I don't know much, and it's just one move at the moment.

With the dexterity to turn into a soul, I dodged its assassination again, and after my body suddenly bent forward, the move in my hand wrapped the hidden move under my armpit, and suddenly punched.

Although the middle-aged Yin Spirit reacted extremely quickly and dodged my previous false move, the hidden essence of the punch could not be dodged, and it hit it firmly in the heart.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the middle-aged yin spirit didn't even hum, and flew directly backwards for three or five meters, falling heavily to the ground.

I cautiously looked around, and after making sure that there was no other danger, I cautiously touched the middle-aged Yin Spirit's side.

As soon as it walked over, its body had already begun to change.

The heart that was punched by me was hit by a bowl-sized wound.

The wound was jet black, and upon closer inspection, it was full of gathered black smoke that swirled and spread outward.

I looked at the middle-aged man's face, which was expressionless, his eyes widened and he looked lifeless.

It wasn't my intention to kill it, and I whispered:

"Big brother, can you hear me?"

The words fell, but instead of it, wisps of black smoke began to rise all over its body, and the black smoke at the heart was the thickest, which had spread to its stomach.

I reluctantly took a few steps back, watching the black smoke drift away, until the middle-aged Yin Spirit completely disappeared here.

I raised my hand and looked at my fist, it must have been caused by the sudden explosive force after turning into a soul......

I don't know if I still have this ability after returning to the sun.

After a sigh, I continued on my way.

As a result, I kicked something on my toes, and there was a "bang!" sound.

I looked down and saw that it was the scimitar of the middle-aged Yin Spirit just now.

Anyway, weapons are scarce now, so I decisively bent down and picked them up and put them together with the copper coin sword.

When I was picking up the knife, I saw the bulging black bag that the middle-aged Yin Spirit was carrying before.

After hesitating for a long time, I still walked over curiously to take a look.

This big black bag is more like a sack in real society, one meter long and half a meter wide, and it is stuffed with bulging, I don't know what it is.

I pulled out my scimitar and poked where the sack was bulging.

As a result, the contents of it actually moved violently, and then all the bulging places began to move, as if they were struggling.

I took a half-step back in fright, and took a closer look at the sack.

It was found that the contents were more like the structure of the human body, with arms, heads, and soles.

Could it be that the middle-aged yin cha came to the underworld to sell ghosts?

At this time, a very small voice came from the sack:

"Help me, please......"

When I heard it, it was actually a child's voice, no more than ten years old at most.

I frowned and asked:

"Who are you, and why were you taken?"

The child hurriedly said:

"Brother, my name is Ah Le, I am playing in the underworld, and I don't know why it wants to arrest me, please save me, let me out, okay......?"

As the child named Ah Le begged for help, several voices shouted in an instant:

"Please help me. ”

"Please let me out, I want to go home......"

In addition to being able to shout, there are also many sobbing and crying.

I took a deep breath and looked back and forth, and there were no other Yin Spirits passing by at this time.

In the end, I gritted my teeth and decided to be a good person.

I clenched my scimitar and stepped forward, cutting the rope on the sack, and in an instant the child in the sack began to rush out eagerly.

I stepped back and watched at the little sack, at least a dozen or twenty of them running out.

I didn't see it, this sack is also a treasure, and I almost missed it.

The little ghosts who ran out were first excited to run around, and finally looked at their surroundings blankly, not knowing where to go.

At this time, one of the little boys, who looked more delicate and temperamental than the other children, walked up to me.

"Thank you, brother......"

(Good night)