Under the stars, the night is quiet and the village is peaceful.

In the large courtyard at the end of the village, Feng Qingyan's study was still lit, and at this time he was using his divine power to forcibly open the Ghost King Bottle. Just listening to the "bang", the ghost king bottle was forcibly opened. Immediately after, a faint red light rushed out of the bottle, filling the entire study with a strange atmosphere.

Feng Qingyan was slightly surprised when he saw it, this ghost king bottle was really not simple.

"I don't know the ghost inside, is the soul scattered?" Feng Qingyan put the Ghost King Bottle in front of him, but it was pitch black inside the Ghost King Bottle, and he didn't see it clearly. However, he vaguely felt the breath of a ghost, as if the ghost was not gone.

At this time, Feng Qingyan couldn't help but be a little surprised, he couldn't imagine that this ghost king bottle could still protect the ghost after leaving the rules of the You Fang Palace.

Could it be that the Ghost King Bottle has its own set of rules?

Otherwise, how could the ghost still be saved after leaving the rules of the Youfang Palace?

At this time, Feng Qingyan was very curious about the Ghost King Bottle, and wanted to find out what was going on inside the Ghost King Bottle. However, he tried several times, but he couldn't see what was inside, and it seemed that he couldn't even shine the light into it, which was quite strange.

At this time, he couldn't help frowning, thinking about a way, he was too curious about this ghost king bottle. He wanted to figure out how the Ghost King Bottle would protect the ghost without the rules of the Youfang Palace. After all, in this world, without the rules of the underworld, it is impossible to protect ghosts......

"Can't you see it with the naked eye?"

Feng Qingyan put down the Ghost King Bottle, and at the same time, he slapped and turned off all the lights in the study. Then, he transported his divine power to his eyes, and their eyes immediately burst into flames, and two rays of light burst out from their eyes. At this moment, I saw the Ghost King Bottle in the dark, and a faint red light with a height of seven or eight centimeters erupted from the mouth of the bottle.

It seems that the red light exudes a rather strange aura.

"What is this?"

Feng Qingyan said suspiciously, and then took the Ghost King Bottle in his hand.

At this time, he finally saw what was going on in the ghost king's bottle. It turned out to be a big space of its own. At the bottom of the bottle, he saw a ghost huddled, and on the four walls of the bottle, he saw runes that shimmered with light. Densely packed with a large area.

These runes are obscure and mysterious.

At this time, the ghost trapped in the bottle, as if he knew that the Ghost King Bottle had been opened, immediately raised his head and shouted at the mouth of the bottle.

"Let me out. ”

"Let me out. ”

"It's not just a space of its own. He even derived his own rules to preserve the ghost, this ghost king bottle is really not simple......" Feng Qingyan said with some exclamation, it is not an exaggeration to say that this is a fairy method, now even he can't make such a bottle.

"But what are these runes? It looks a little weird and mysterious......"

At this time, Feng Qingyan didn't pay attention to the ghost, but after he saw those mysterious runes, he also knew the reason why the ghost king bottle was able to form its own space and preserve the ghost.

It's all there. I'm afraid it's all because of those mysterious runes on the walls of the bottle.

These runes have a mysterious power.

Feng Qingyan looked at it curiously, these runes flickered continuously, appearing obscure and mysterious, as if they were engraved on the four walls of the bottle. However, he had never seen these runes, he didn't know any of them, and he didn't know what they meant.

Immediately after, he wanted to transcribe the runes inside one by one.

He wanted to study the runes.

Then. He turned on the lamp, picked up the pen on the desk, and copied them one by one on the paper. However, after he transcribed a few runes. I felt a little sluggish and seemed to be sleepy. This surprised him quite a bit, and his brows couldn't help frowning, since he became a land god, he wouldn't be short of energy at all. Then, he couldn't help but wonder. said: "Could it be that copying these runes requires a lot of energy?"

Now, he was more curious about these runes, and he didn't expect that just copying them would require so much energy. Moreover, after he had copied twenty or thirty of them, the piece of paper was broken little by little, as if it had weathered.

The wind blew outside the window, and confetti fell all over the ground.

"What's going on?"

At this time, after Feng Qingyan saw it, he couldn't help but shake his heart, and his eyes looked a little shocked. He reached out and touched the weathered scrap of paper, as if the paper couldn't withstand the runes.

"What are these runes, that they have such magical powers?"

Immediately afterwards, Feng Qingyan quickly copied it again, but after he copied twenty or thirty, the piece of paper turned into crumbs and shredded little by little. At this time, he was getting more and more sleepy, so sleepy that he could barely open his eyes, as if he had not closed his eyes for several days, and his body seemed exhausted.

At this time, he immediately put down his pen and sat quietly in his chair to rest.

"It's so sleepy......"

Feng Qingyan closed his eyes, a strong sleepiness welled up in his heart, and then he injected wisps of spiritual energy into his body. The aura turned into a stream of vitality in the body, circulating in the limbs and hundreds of remains, and after about half an hour, it slowly recovered.

However, his spirit still seemed very tired, and he used some divine power to regain his spirit.

"What the hell are these runes?"

Feng Qingyan's heart was a little shocked, and he was curious about these runes.

Immediately afterward, he copied five runes from one page, but when dozens of pages were stacked on top of each other, they shattered like a wind.

"In these worlds, how can there be such magical runes that can't even be carried on paper?" Feng Qingyan looked curious, becoming more and more interested in these runes, and then directly copied them on the desk. After transcribing twenty or thirty runes, the desk was fine and did not shatter, but when seventy or eighty were transcribed, the desk slowly decayed.

After a few moments, the desk was rotten.

"Can't these runes be carried? Isn't that too terrifying......

At this time, Feng Qingyan looked out the window, it was already bright, it was already six o'clock, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised. And he has been studying this ghost king bottle for three hours. After thinking about it, he copied a few runes on the paper, and then walked out of the compound and towards the mountain.

Soon after, he came to the thatched house of the old Taoist priest.

At this time, the old Taoist priest was sitting cross-legged on the big black stone by the stream.

When Feng Qingyan approached, he also opened his eyes, and then jumped lightly from the stone. Then, both of them sat on the ground in the thatched house, and Feng Qingyan was still boiling water to make tea.

After a while, the aroma of tea fills the air.

After drinking tea for a while, Feng Qingyan took out the piece of paper and said to the old Taoist, "May I ask the Taoist, do you know these runes?"

…… (To be continued.) )