After all, humans and ghosts are not the same kind.

As soon as Meng Fan stepped on the bluestone road into the ancient formation, he felt the cold air invading his skin, which was very uncomfortable, and he subconsciously wrapped his clothes, and after walking a few steps, he passed a high archway.

Meng Fan looked up at the words on the archway.

He is no stranger to the memorial arch, the memorial arch is in ancient times in order to commend meritorious service, Kedi, virtue and politics and loyalty and filial piety and righteousness of the building, also known as the archway.

In front of Meng Fan is a chastity archway.

It is used to commend some women who have either died and their husbands have not remarried, or have committed suicide and martyrdom.

It seems cruel now.

Meng Fan's eyes swept over the word chastity on it, and continued to walk forward, full of doubts in his heart, there will be a great battle between the two sects in this place?

It's a little unbelievable.

Boom!

Boom!

After walking a few steps, Meng Fan was attracted by a sound, in a clearing on the side of the street in front of the right, there was a well, and an old woman was fetching water, holding the well rope in her hand, shaking at the mouth of the well.

The old woman is just an ordinary ghost.

Meng Fan was about to go further, but the old woman spoke: "Young man, help, people are old, they are useless!"

The old woman straightened her waist, grabbed the rope with one hand, and beat her back with the other.

This reminded Meng Fan of the old man of Mengjiazhuang, and he felt compassion, walked over and took the rope from the old woman's hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he successfully turned over the stab in the well, filled it with a bucket of water, and then slowly lifted it up, and the old woman poked her head into the well.

At first, the water in the bucket shook constantly.

Later, the water surface calmed down slightly, reflecting the face that the old woman saw in the edge of the well, shriveled and shriveled, it was tantamount to a dried corpse, Meng Fan's movements on his hand stopped, and continued to lift the well rope up.

On the water, the old woman's nails slowly lengthened and stretched out towards him.

No one is allowed to enter the temple.

The two do not look at the well.

When he was a child, Meng Fan had long heard the old man talk about such a thing, and when the two of them watched the well together, it was easy to be pushed down by another person with bad intentions.

This kind of thing is not uncommon.

Meng Fan's brows furrowed again, he was not disgusted with the dead soul, but he said something else about harming people, slowly turned his head and looked at the old woman, looking directly like this, the old woman's face was still an ordinary face, full of wrinkles, even a little kind, and there were no long nails on her hands.

"Young man, from outside?"

As the old woman spoke, she continued to stretch out her hand to Meng Fan, and took away a piece of dry grass stuck to Meng Fan's arm, Meng Fan did not speak, and directly carried the bucket out of the well, and the water in the bucket reflected the moonlight in the sky, shaking slightly.

"Young man, I'm helping, help the old woman bring the water home!" The old woman was quite a little bit inched, and there was a house not far away, "Someone in the family is sick and about to die, so hurry up to boil medicine with water!"

Meng Fan thought about it for a while, and it was good to personally understand the specific situation here, so he carried the bucket to the place pointed by the old woman, and the old woman staggered behind.

"Thank you, young man!"

After entering the house, Meng Fan poured water into the water tank placed in the courtyard, and the old woman hurriedly thanked her.

Meng Fan looked at the water tank, and after pouring the water, the water tank was already full.

Squeak!

At this time, the courtyard door that had been opened closed by itself.

Meng Fan was not shocked in his heart, but wanted to see what the old woman was doing.

"Grandma, you're bothering others again. "A young girl in a white cloth dress walked out of the house with her hands on the door frame, her face was pale, if what the old woman said was true, then it was this girl who was sick at home.

"There are still a lot of good people in the world!" the old woman scooped out a scoop of water from the water tank, poured it into an iron pot, and walked into the house, "Young man, come in and sit down, it's night, don't walk outside, this town is not safe!"

"Why is it not safe?" Meng Fan entered the house with the old woman.

You may not believe it. The old woman put the pot on the stove, "This town has killed a lot of people a few days ago, and it is haunted. ”

There was no fire in the stove.

The water in the pot didn't move.

Meng Fan pressed his hand on the stove, and with a bang, flames came out, and asked, "How did you die?"

"That's a long story. The old woman moved to a bench and let Meng Fan sit down next to the stove, while she and her granddaughter sat on the other side of the stove, and the girl leaned weakly on the old woman's arms, blinking at Meng Fan.

"Just a few days ago, someone was digging a river outside the town, and something was dug out, and the immortals who lived on the mountain knew about it, and there was a fight, and the immortals fought, and many houses in the town were collapsed, and many people were crushed to death...... It's miserable. ”

The old woman pointed in one direction.

"What is it?" Meng Fan asked.

He naturally knows what the old woman said about the immortals, it must be the monks of the two sects that the ghosts said, in the eyes of ordinary people, those people are indeed no different from the immortals, and this town is a hundred years ago, and they still believe in ghosts and gods.

"I don't know!" the old woman shook her head, "there will be no living people after the fight." ”

"Then why is it haunted again?"

The water in the iron pot began to bubble.

"The corpse of the immortal, the people in the town did not dare to move, so they soaked in the river, and within a few days, some people saw the ghost, saying that the immortal died a miserable death, and they all turned into ghosts. ”

When the old woman said these things, her voice was very small.

I didn't even realize that I was a ghost.

After speaking, he brought over a basket made of wattle strips, and began to put things in the iron pot, which looked like some herbs on the surface, but under Meng Fan's perspective, where were the herbs?

It's all five poisonous things!

Placed in the pot, a centipede several inches long climbed the wall of the pot with dense legs, struggling to climb outside, and the black scorpion writhed in the water, spitting bubbles in its mouth...... The smell is even more smoky.

Boom!

The old woman put the lid on the iron pot.

The sound inside the pot didn't stop.

"How far is that place?" Meng Fan asked with a frown.

"From here, walk down the street, and out of town, you can see the river. The old woman pointed the way and asked Meng Fan again, "Young man, do you want to see it?" The old woman advised you not to see it, before you, there were many people who went to see it, but they didn't come back after seeing it, they must be dead, in fact, it's useless to see it, the old woman told you, that thing ......."

The old woman didn't know, Meng Fan was actually not interested in that thing, he just went to find an immortal soul that he could deal with, he had the Imperial Whip in his hand, and his cultivation was also nine consummations, so he should be able to deal with an immortal soul by leapfrogging.

The old woman looked at the door of the house a little nervously, and when she saw that the door was locked, she lowered her voice and said, "The thing that the immortal robbed is actually still in the town......"

(End of chapter)