A small stretch of sheep intestines stretches out to a mist-shrouded village of jagged thatched huts, which has been derailed from the era due to traffic jams.

At this time, Yang Huaiping and Xingzhu Daxian and others were walking on this withered grass and twisting and turning sheep intestine path.

Yang Huaiping whispered to Bai Ze beside him, "The thousand-year-old water essence that you said can subdue the old demon is in this deserted village, then you can tell me what kind of person he is, and when the time comes, I will ask him to go out of the mountain to help us subdue the old demon of Yingzhao!"

Bai Ze said with a distant gaze: "The body of this thousand-year-old water sinking essence is a thousand-year-old water sinking wood that has been deposited underground for many years and is immersed in the underground spiritual spring, resulting in spiritual wisdom transformation, this demon cultivation has reached the level of the earth immortal, he has an indifferent and neutral temperament, likes to drink, is uninhibited, is a little short, can fly to the sky, and ordinary people can't catch him!"

Yang Huaiping nodded thoughtfully, then took out a cigarette from his pocket and smoked it with a quiet gaze.

Just as Yang Huaiping was about to ask again, Bai Ze spoke first as if he had a heart: " The deserted village we led to this time is a hub connecting the divine realm and the netherworld, this place is beyond the Three Realms, guarded by Yu Lei of the underworld, because of the deep yin here, there will always be many wandering spirits in the entire deserted village, generally these wandering spirits are extremely fierce, Yu Lei alone has no way to subdue so many ghosts, so he opened an inn in this deserted village, as much as possible to influence these ghosts, but Yu Lei's personality is gloomy and low, no one can penetrate his thoughts, I think the thousand-year-old water sinking wood spirit should be lodged in this deserted village inn at this time, but this is dangerous, everyone must be careful！”

After hearing what Bai Ze said, the group all had a solemn look on their faces!

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As they walked away, the group walked across a weathered and vicissitudes of stone arch bridge, towards a village surrounded by white mist.

Yang Huaiping saw a jagged village through the white mist like a light veil, but this village is full of gloomy and weird, especially the white fog that envelops the entire village can not be dispersed, and there are always many bizarre scenes flashing, which makes people throb from the heart!

As the saying goes, people who read books don't talk about weird gods and chaotic forces, Yang Huaiping has read many books, and he understands that if a person is upright, then any ghosts and obscure things will retreat!

Thinking of this, Yang Huaiping's heart relaxed a lot!

At this moment, the Star Immortal patted him on the shoulder, don't be stunned, we will be in the deserted village soon, be careful not to get distracted!

Yang Huaiping took a puff of cigarette, calmed down, and then followed the group of Xingzhu Daxian and the others towards the dilapidated and decayed deserted village.

Suddenly, a thick fog rose in the deserted village, enveloping the entire village, and there was no one three feet away, and the scene in front of him was very strange.

Yang Huaiping and his entourage got together, one by one, as if they were afraid of getting lost, at this moment, a skinny skeleton appeared at the entrance of the deserted village, only skin and bones remained, and the eyes of the jackal were glowing with green light, and the jackal's eyes swept everyone coldly, and then turned around and ran back.

Seeing this scene, Erlang God's eyes lit up, and then he waved his sleeves and released the Roaring Sky Dog, and he said coldly: "Chase me, I feel that this village is strange, if you venture in, it will definitely be a big deal!"

The howling dog howled in a loud voice, and then chased after the scrawny dog, while the group stopped outside the village and did not move forward.

At this moment, Yang Huaiping took out a pile of dark paper from the hemp yellow bag on his waist, several paper-tied people with two blushing cheeks, and a paper-tied white horse, Yang Huaiping dismantled the paper-tied white horse and made it into a soul lamp made of white paper.

Yang Huaiping drew a seal talisman with his own essence and blood as a guide and threw it into the white paper soul lamp, and suddenly a faint blue flame immediately burned out in the white paper soul lamp.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Huaiping used the remaining bamboo of the paper horse to weave several small and delicate flower baskets, he stuffed a lot of paper into the flower baskets, and handed the white paper lanterns and bamboo baskets containing the paper to a few paper-bound people around him.

Then Yang Huaiping grabbed a handful of mud from the ground and rolled it into a pill-like ball, threw it into his mouth and chewed it, he muttered, and began to communicate with a few paper-binding people.

It didn't take long for several paper-bound people to nod to Yang Huaiping frequently, and then they jumped up and down, and walked towards the deserted village with strange steps.

One of the female doll paper people with two blush on their cheeks walked at the front of the road to the deserted village with a white paper soul lamp, and several other paper people with flower baskets in their hands stood on both sides of the female doll paper people with white paper soul lamps, and they followed the female doll paper people on one side, scattering the paper all the way!

The faint blue light of the soul lamp dispelled the white fog in the surrounding space, and it was vaguely seen that there were many branches and barren branches growing on the road to the deserted village, and there were many yellowed and withered grasses growing on the ground, and the whole road looked very eerie.

In a few moments, a woman dressed in white and wearing a cloak followed behind the team of paper-binding people, and then countless ghosts of various appearances of men, women, and children floated out of the white mist one after another, forming a long queue behind the paper-binding people.

At this time, the Star Immortal and the others were terrified when they saw the sight in front of them, and the Lingbao Grand Mage's lips trembled and said: "Every ghost behind this white paper soul-attracting lamp is a thousand years of evil, and each of them has endless karma on their bodies, if we venture into the village, I am afraid that we will be dragged into the endless cycle of cause and effect!"

Yang Huaiping took out the Millennium Willow Divine Sword from the hemp yellow bag around his waist, he shrugged his shoulders at the Star Immortal and his party, and said with a relaxed expression: "Since everyone doesn't want to step into this deserted village, then I have to let me, who is already in this reincarnation karma, go!"

After that, Yang Huaiping's figure walked towards the deserted village with a sword in a dashing manner, and at this time, Bai Ze roared at Yang Huaiping and wanted to go with him, but was stopped by Yang Huaiping with a wave of his hand!

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Because the paper-binding man carrying the white paper soul lamp lured away all the fierce ghosts along the way, Yang Huaiping walked unimpeded on this winding and narrow road leading to the deserted village, but the wind around him was gusting, which sent chills down his spine and felt a coldness that penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

Walking and walking, Yang Huaiping had boundless throbbing and panic in his heart, and he wanted to turn around and go back all the time, giving up and continuing to walk this road to unknown fear.

Yang Huaiping thought about what he could change when he turned back, so he had to bite his lip tightly and walk forward, never looking back, and did not dare to look back, as if he was afraid that as soon as he turned back, he would lose the courage to continue walking.

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As he walked farther and farther away, Yang Huaiping saw a barren and decayed, broken wine flag hunting, and a decadent and gloomy inn.

Yang Huaiping's nose twitched and sniffed the fragrant aroma of wine diffused in the air, and suddenly a musk like an orchid, the sultry aroma of wine invaded his mind, and suddenly, Yang Huaiping felt a little confused, the whole person's gaze became sluggish and sluggish, and the whole person seemed to have become a walking corpse, muddy, and his body was about to fall.

At this moment, the old immortal of the stars suddenly stretched out his finger towards Yang Huaiping, and suddenly, a drop of pure yang essence blood from his fingertips shot towards Yang Huaiping, and in an instant, that drop of blood suddenly disappeared into the Fengfu acupoint behind Yang Huaiping's head.

In an instant, Yang Huaiping came to his senses, and he immediately took out many golden talismans from his arms and pasted them around him.

Yang Huaiping looked at the deserted village inn in front of him and took a deep breath, completely silenced his mind and walked into the inn, the moment he walked into the inn, the guests in the inn were fierce and vicious, and the guests with hideous faces all stopped the chopsticks in their hands, and focused their eyes on Yang Huaiping one by one.

"Ahem!"

Yang Huaiping covered his mouth with his hand and coughed slightly to hide the nervous and depressed feeling in his heart, he lowered his head and cautiously walked to the counter, a man wearing a black cloak, his face was as pale as paper, the corners of his mouth always had a weird smile, and he whispered: "I want to live in the hotel!"

"Go up or go down!" the old woman chuckled like a hen laying eggs.

Yang Huaiping's tone paused and he didn't immediately answer the old woman's words, he heard Bai Ze say that this place is connected to the divine realm and sent down to the netherworld, so he didn't dare to choose it easily.

"Then let's go to the middle room!" Lao Wen reminded him sympathetically when he saw Yang Huaiping hesitating.

Yang Huaiping frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice: "I don't know what type of guests live in this middle room of the store!"

The old woman waved her hand at Yang Huaiping to signal him not to ask more, Yang Huaiping smiled bitterly, he nodded at the old woman and said softly: "Since this is the case, then live in the middle room!"

"Hehehe......"

The old woman let out a sneering laugh that made people get goosebumps all over her body, and then shouted in a sharp voice: "Cui Fengoa, come out and send this guest to the middle room of the inner courtyard!"

Suddenly, a woman with a yellow charm wine jar in the inn escaped from a face that was a little whiter than the old woman's face, melon seed face, cherry red lips, two curved eyes narrowed into a slit, she looked very small, and her face was extremely bewitching, she bowed slightly and stretched out her jade lotus-like arm in the direction of the inner courtyard of the inn and said, "Son, please!"

Yang Huaiping looked at the woman in front of him, and there were huge waves surging in his heart, but he still pretended to be calm and nodded at the woman with a strange face in front of him.

Cui Feng swore to walk and quietly walked towards the inner courtyard of the deserted village inn with Yang Huaiping.

After Yang Huaiping left, the diners in the inn looked at Yang Huaiping's back as if they were seeing a lamb to be slaughtered, and their eyes revealed the light of greed and blood.

They all walked up to the old woman in the black cloak of the inn and shouted in a hurry.

"Boss, come to a middle room!"

"Shopkeeper, come to two middle rooms, one for me and my wife!"

"Auntie, my little bear and I also want a middle room!"

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