By this time, the sky had gradually darkened, and the dazzling glow stained the entire street. Vendors in the market began to close their stalls one after another, preparing to go home for reunion. The peddler was probably in a hurry to get home.

"What's the matter, do you want to eat?" Fu Li followed her line of sight and saw the vendor as well.

Jinhuang looked back at him. She did want to eat it, and the sweet and sour taste in her memory felt like it had been centuries ago.

That look, how could Fu Li not understand, and told her to wait here obediently and got up and chased after her slowly.

Jinhuang lowered his head and continued to eat wine-brewed balls. While eating, he suddenly heard a very small children's voice ringing in his ears. Gently, delicately, it felt very close, as if it was singing in her ear, but it seemed very distant, as if it had come from a far, far away.

Jinhuang stopped his movements and listened intently. It wasn't until the voice grew louder and the words became clearer that she heard a nursery rhyme being sung.

"Fat dolls, skinny dolls, squatting in the corner playing with mud;"

"Pinch a chicken, pinch a duck:"

"Pinch two more little dolls;"

"One is you, the other is me;"

"Babbling and playing together:"

"Babbling and playing together:"

“……”

Jinhuang's heart fluttered, and then suddenly his mind seemed to be drained, and only this nursery rhyme echoed in his mind over and over again.

She felt something whispering to her in the distance.

She stood up uncontrollably.

The gray sky seemed to have been swallowed by a tengu suddenly, and it was endless pitch black, without a trace of light, without a sound.

Suddenly, a spot of light appeared in front of him, and at the same time, a childish voice came faintly from afar, "Come here...... Come here...... This side ......" Then, Jinhuang felt like he had become a marionette, and was dragged by a force towards the spot of light.

Although her body was not under her control, her mind was unusually clear and she knew exactly what she was doing.

She thought through her head.

Among the Six Realms, there is no human being who has the ability to produce such a powerful prohibition. If she is a cultivator, she must be able to feel the fluctuation of spiritual power, and the demon race or the demon race will also have demonic energy or the overflow of demonic energy, and the god race, as early as thousands of years ago, after the great war between gods and demons, fell completely, and the few that remained also fell into an endless sleep. So, the rest, only possible ghosts!

This is the evil spirit at work!

Jinhuang remembered Fang Cai's nursery rhyme, and his heart jumped suddenly, it was a ghost boy of Yin Song!

She finally understood why so many children in the market were the only ones who fell under this ban. Because, she is the body of the heavenly yin, the yin to the cold, and the most liked by the yin souls and resentful spirits.

The ghost boy was abandoned by his biological mother before his death, and after his death, he was born with resentment and turned into the appearance of a child. Tempting children to play with them with yin songs and nursery rhymes, children often cannot bear their yin and ghostly energy, and their yang energy is damaged and finally becomes seriously ill. Once the child can no longer become a toy of the ghost child, the ghost child will immediately turn into a ghost, tear the child's flesh and tear the child's flesh and devour its soul, and has an unusually ferocious and violent temperament. As it devoured more and more children, the souls of the dead children gathered in its body, and the resentment accumulated day by day, and the sinister and bloody aura on its body became stronger and stronger, and its temperament became more and more violent. When it reaches a certain level of strength, not only people but also demons may become its mouthful spirits.

Luckily, this one is far from that. However, judging from the ease with which it controlled her body, its strength was above her, but it was not an oppressive disparity. After all, her consciousness was still awake and not controlled by it.

Jin Huang's heart slowly calmed down, this scene had never happened in the previous two lives, and it seemed that this Yin Song Ghost Boy was a variable in this life.

Now, her strength is only at the fourth level, and there is no little wolf by her side, so she can only fight to get rid of this predicament. I hope Fu Li finds out that she is missing and can come over as soon as possible.

She had a lot of thoughts in her head, but her body was still controlled by the prohibition, and she slowly walked towards the light spot. But the spot of light seemed to be in a very distant place, and she felt that she had walked for a long time, but the distance between her and the spot did not seem to be shortened by half a minute.

I don't know where this ghost boy is going to lead her!

Just as he was thinking this, something suddenly appeared in the light spot, obscuring a large area of light.

She continued to walk, and the outline in the spot of light gradually became clear, it was a person, a person about her size.

The prohibition dragged her forward, and the ghostly cool light slowly dispersed, and finally revealed the appearance of the man, who was actually a very beautiful and enchanting boy. He was dressed very brightly, wearing a lake-blue thick cotton placket, with a circle of brown-gray fox fur around his collar, which wrapped around his thin face.

However, his face had a strange whiteness, without a trace of other color, like a dead man's skin that had faded all the blood. What's even more bizarre is that this dead man's face has a scarlet and scarlet red lip embedded in it.

Jin Huang watched him float to him with a blank look in his eyes. At this time, she noticed that his eyes had no whites and no pupils, they were completely black, like paint ink on two spots, but with a strange look.

Jin Huang saw him staring at him for a while, and then his eyes suddenly became extremely bright and shiny, flowing with a strange and strange edge, as if he was smiling with satisfaction and excitement, as if he had finally found a lovely toy for him to manipulate for him to play with. The two scarlet lips slowly rose little by little, and finally grinned silently.

Jin Huang looked at the smile, and a cold and treacherous chill rose faintly.

Those eyes, those two lip flaps, seemed to lead her into the eighteen layers of hell, gloomy, weird, bloody, dark, and death.

He is a ghost boy with a song of yin songs!

However, Jinhuang's body was still forbidden by him, and he could only look back at him sluggishly.

Suddenly, the Ghost Child stretched out her right hand, and then she felt her left hand uncontrollably lifted. Then she saw him take her hand.

In an instant, a biting coldness came from the palm of her hand, and suddenly penetrated into her body, invading the meridians and blood veins of her body. Almost at the same time, she felt that the Ghost Ding fragment that had been silent in the dantian suddenly trembled with extreme excitement.

Jinhuang was surprised and delighted.

In the previous life, it was after she escaped from Canglang and rebuilt to the Jindan period that she inadvertently inspired the Netherworld Ghost Ding fragment. She had always thought that in order to stimulate the fragments, it was necessary to cultivate in the Jindan period. But I didn't expect that at this time, it shook without warning, was it because of the Yin Song Ghost Boy?

Is it because the ghost's yin qi resonates with it, an artifact of the underworld?