In the middle of the whispers, the half-human, half-cat old lady sitting in the account room fell from the high wooden stool, and the pair of bright red embroidered shoes were as bright as blood.

She trembled to the center of the hall, her rotten human skin almost falling off, she stopped, her steps lightly tread on the earth, and the surroundings fell silent, and all kinds of hideous words and low roars stopped.

There was an indescribable prudence in the dark and chaotic inn for a while, which was so incompatible with the original strange atmosphere.

"Do any of you know about the City of the Dead?"

The old lady's divine thoughts were indescribably distorted and weird, so much so that Fan Zeng felt an indescribable horror when he relied on the divine thoughts.

Fan Zeng couldn't help but secretly think to himself, this real thing was even more terrifying than the story made up by the storyteller of the inn in Xianyang City.

He secretly judged the ghosts in the ghost market according to the methods taught in the Taiyin Academy, and found that many ghosts were not even mentioned in the classics of the Taiyin Academy, perhaps he should compile a detailed book of ghosts and monsters in the future.

"The City of Death...... Ghost King, a few ...... I don't know. ”

The corpse sitting next to Fan Zeng that was almost completely decomposed, bared its teeth, revealing fangs stained with all kinds of mucus, and spoke intermittently.

The ghost king of the city of vain death has already occupied more than a dozen yin divisions that have come out of the city of vain death, and there is no one who is a ghost from a ghost ghoul who does not know the name of this person.

Hearing this, the cat-faced old lady smiled at the hideous corpse, and then continued:

"On the Black Mountain, since the Lord of Montenegro visited the ghost king of the dead city, he has never come out of the black mountain, who of you knows if the ghost king of the dead city has ever come out of the dead city?"

Fan Zeng looked at the half-human, half-cat old lady, judging from the formation just now, she seemed to be the most weighty person to speak here.

Half-human and half-cat, it should be after the tragic death, the rest of the soul is not exhausted, there are black cats and other fierce and evil things over its body, and the corpse is returned to the yang, which is more evil than the existence of zombies, wandering between life and death, angry and unfinished, dead and unborn.

I don't know what kind of realm this should be, Fan Zeng is a little unsure, the more remote the demon, the more vague the description.

"Talking about those old men is going to be ruined. ”

The female ghost floating on the stone bench covered with cobwebs reminded with a cold face.

The world is chaotic, the control of the immortal monks is weakened, and the majesty of the demon in the world becomes more and more terrifying.

How dare they, the demons and monsters, talk nonsense?

The atmosphere in the lobby was dumbfounded, and Fan Zeng felt that the atmosphere seemed to become awkward, and all the "people" looked at the half-human, half-cat old lady, as if waiting for an answer.

Under Fan Zeng's hideous mask, his brows furrowed into the word "Chuan", the so-called "Black Mountain Lord" and "Ghost King of the Dead City" seem to be two great demons, and the monsters present seem to be very afraid of talking about them.

The smile on the old lady's face became more and more weird, the folds on her face were almost piled up into mountains and rivers, and her thoughts were beating strangely.

"Word says............ The ghost king of the dead city, the lord of Montenegro and other big demons are all ......... Grounded. ”

The atmosphere in the lobby became more and more solemn, and even the spiders weaving webs seemed to feel the so-called horror and stopped their feet wrapped around spider silk.

The old lady looked around, and the corners of her mouth almost cracked to her ears.

"I want to know the exact news. ”

After a period of silence, the female ghost finally spoke slowly, she kept silent about whether the old demon of Black Mountain and the ghost king of the city of vain death were grounded, but she just said a small news.

"The city of vain death has been sealed for several days, and it is said that the ghost king is in retreat. ”

Is this a tacit acquiescence to what this cat-faced old lady said?

Fan Zeng couldn't help but raise his head, these lonely ghosts are not stupid, and they can even be said to be smart.

Shentu Baili also lowered his head, he was not surprised by the cunning of the ghosts, the demons who had lived for hundreds of years were originally goblins, he was thinking about another thing, the people who had not restricted these demons in the world for fifty years, how could they suddenly come out today.

And it happened that this unknown "Taiyin School Palace" was born and swayed, could it be that this immortal sect did it?

But why just ground the demons, but not kill them?

It's because I'm afraid of the one who grounded the realms, no, if I say I'm afraid, I should have avoided the world, and after I was born, I was still afraid, which doesn't make sense.

This is really strange, but it is a good thing, and the suffering in the world can be at least a little less.

"Okay, let's start the ghost market then!"

The cat-faced old lady standing in the center of the lobby seemed to have received a satisfactory answer, her terrifying smile slowly receded, and she turned around and knocked on the account table.

As the sound sounded, several ghost fires suddenly appeared in the hall, the demonic green, the seeping blue, the firelight made the hall more and more weird, and a kind of ghost cracked its mouth, as if it was about to start a grand event.

"The first item, a three-year-old boy and a girl. ”

Fan Zeng, who heard the voice, suddenly raised his head and looked at Xuandu beside him, he had a hunch that this trip to the ghost market seemed to end well, and he might have to think about how to escape.

In the world of Xuandu, there is no room for this.

.........

Southern Tang Kingdom, the national capital of Liangcheng, Li Chunqiu carried a sword box on his back, walked into Liangcheng, life in Liangcheng was boiling, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going, and he couldn't see the bitter breath of the demons and disasters in the world.

Li Chunqiu raised his head and looked at the imperial city in the distance, Gu Hongzi is a poor man, the devil is not thorough enough, and compassion is covered by hatred, compared to him, the three big demons in Liangcheng are really like demons, driving pythons to swallow dragons, casting demon domains, blood sacrifices to the common people, and what they ask for is like the pursuit of the real big devil.

Tightening the scabbard on his body, Li Chunqiu strolled into the imperial city, and the people and soldiers guarding the city seemed to have not seen him.

After passing the gate of the imperial city, half of the popularity in the imperial city is gone.

Li Chunqiu went all the way to the Jinluan Palace, only to see a corpse hanging in the air, as if hanging on the beams of the house, all the corpses had been sucked of the essence blood of the whole body, but they were inexplicably kept incompatible.

The "Manchu Dynasty Civil and Military" looked at the middle-aged man on the throne with empty eyes, but the man seemed to not see their true appearance.

He waved his hand gently, and the eunuch standing beside him, who was also a strange corpse, moved, and he shouted in a hoarse voice: "If there is something to play, there is nothing to retreat." ”

Everything is like a marionette at the mercy of a big hand, like a mime, black and white is weird and bleak.

"Since the Zhongqing family is fine, then retreat. ”

Seeing that everyone was fine, the yellow-robed man casually announced his retreat, and then turned around and walked into the back of the Jinluan Palace.

And the "Manchu Dynasty civil and military" is still above the court, and their daily meaning is to wait for the emperor to go to court and go down to court.

The corpse's hollow eyes were indescribably weird, and the corners of the pale mouth seemed to have a hint of a smile.

"It is better to perish such a dynasty. ”

Li Chunqiu sighed, took a step and followed the yellow-robed man, and the two walked until they reached the inner courtyard, and there didn't seem to be a living person in the huge palace, all of them were unconscious marionettes moving forward according to the prescribed actions,

It wasn't until he walked into the inner palace that Li Chunqiu saw dozens of old palace maids, their faces were wrinkled, and their expressions were indescribably frightened.

He looked up, and the plaque read: Yuhua Palace.

There was a thick smell of blood in the entire palace.