When he was in the fairy realm, Yuan Fengqing knew two ghost cultivators who flew up, one of those two people was called Baiye, and the other was called Burning Star, and the friendship with the senior brother has always been good, so he and Yuan Fengqing are not strangers, from the mouths of the two of them, it is not surprising to know some things in the ghost world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although people die like lights out, mortals only have a short life, and the moment their lives end, they will become undead ghosts and go down to the ghost world, and the judge will judge the reincarnation of the next life according to the merits of the previous life, or punish the heinous people instead of heaven, etc.

But it doesn't mean that these undead ghosts can only accept the arrangement, and there is no other room for development. For example, the ghost city where Yuan Fengqing and the blood painting walk at the moment is to accommodate some mortal lives who are unwilling to be reincarnated and have accumulated a lot of merits and good deeds in their previous lives.

But although there is a lot of yin qi in the ghost world, only one-tenth of it can be inhaled into the body by the ghost cultivator and converted into yuan power, which also leads to the fact that the number of ghost cultivators who can fly to the immortal realm is very small, almost less than one thousandth, and it took more than five thousand years for the hundred leaves and burning stars to successfully soar from the sparsely populated ghost realm.

The senior brother once said that Baiye and Burning Star are extremely talented, and their roots and bones are wonderful, and they are pure souls that occur once in a hundred years, so they can have such a soaring achievement.

Yuan Fengqing asked curiously at that time, "Senior brother, what is a pure soul?" ”

"A pure soul is a soul that has never been killed in nine lifetimes, has never stained blood on its hands, and has accumulated countless merits for good deeds, but this kind of person generally does not have any good experiences, and it can be regarded as a bitter and happy life."

Because of this sentence, Yuan Fengqing was particularly impressed by the word "ghost cultivation", and was also very curious about the ghost town.

At this time, stepping into the ghost city, Yuan Fengqing looked at the houses and dazzling shops on both sides, as well as the crowd of pedestrians, almost all of them were white-skinned, gloomy ghosts, they didn't need to breathe and had no heartbeat, they ate incense candles, used paper money, and there were also ghosts who had no relatives in the mortal world and no relatives to offer incense and candles and paper money after death, so they could only beg on the street in rags, looking very pitiful.

Along the way, Yuan Fengqing saw that most of the things sold in the shops were similar to the mortal world, except for no food, almost everything, and felt very interesting.

Seeing that she was looking around very happily, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, but she said, "What?" Do you like it here? Or stay here? ”

Yuan Fengqing glanced at him helplessly, knowing that he was just talking about playing, and didn't really care. Looking back at the long street, there were no ghost envoys chasing us, and wondered, "Why aren't there ghost envoys chasing us?" ”

"Would you love to be hunted by them?"

"I'm just curious." Yuan Fengqing replied a little sneeringly.

There was a low laugh from the blood painting beside him, but he didn't forget to sigh, "Curiosity is not a virtue. ”

Yuan Fengqing pursed his lips and did not speak, his eyes unconsciously fell on their hands that had not yet separated, and he was stunned.

In order to escape the pursuit of the ghost envoys before, she didn't pay attention to this action, and then when she entered the ghost town, she saw that everything was very fresh, and she was also very curious about how the creatures in the ghost town lived, and how they became ghost cultivators, and they could also fly to the fairy world, naturally they didn't remember this thing, at this moment, they remembered that they had walked all the way hand in hand, no wonder there were people on the road from time to time looking at them, she only felt that these people were attracted by the perfect face of the blood painting, and she didn't think about it at all.

When I looked at the pedestrians on both sides, I felt that not everyone was looking at the blood paintings, and there were also many people looking at the hands of the two of them, and their faces were involuntarily red, all the way to the root of their ears.

Quietly withdrawing his hand, Yuan Fengqing secretly moved to the side, keeping a distance of two steps from the blood painting, and then he felt the heat on his face subside.

For her reaction and movements, the blood painting's expression didn't seem to change, but he sped up his pace and walked towards the city, forcing Yuan Fengqing to speed up his pace to catch up with his figure, knowing that he must be angry, but if she really wanted her to take the initiative to take his hand again, she couldn't do it.

Just walking in a hurry and chasing after each other, like two whirlwinds passing through the streets of a ghost town, many people didn't see it clearly at all, only felt that two cold winds were blowing, and they couldn't help but shiver.

The ghost city is huge, the two of them walked for more than half an hour to reach the most prosperous area in the middle of the city, looking at the faint cold fire on the street and the strange scene where there are many pedestrians but no one speaks, Yuan Fengqing shivered coldly, just took out a cloak from the Qiankun bag and tied it, and heard someone in front of him shouting, "May I ask the two of you to ask to see our ghost emperor?" ”

The voice was very familiar, Yuan Fengqing was stunned, and looked up to see a man and a woman standing a hundred meters away from the black-clothed ghost envoys, the cold aura of the body made the pedestrians on both sides avoid it, and the bustling streets were vacant, and the faint and cold fire under the houses on both sides was reflected on their faces, and the faces of the two people were seen more and more clearly.

The woman's appearance is delicate, but her face is expressionless, her complexion is white, her eyes are dark, and a ring in her hand flashes with a cold light in the dark.

The man next to her was also extremely white-skinned, dressed in black, with a cold face, and he didn't look like an easy person to get close to.

Fang Cai's sentence was exactly what Yin Yu asked, but he didn't seem to know Yuan Fengqing, and there was no temperature in his eyes.

Yuan Fengqing's somewhat excited mood gradually calmed down, and he couldn't help but think of what the blood painting had said before, although he was arrogant and uninhibited, he had never deceived himself, was that the dark and quiet really the master's biological daughter who was separated outside? Is it the flesh and blood of the "cold" girl who talked to the master day and night? If that's the case, why didn't she recognize Master? Why did you fall into the ghost world?

Troubled by many problems, Yuan Fengqing couldn't help but think again, is it really as the blood painting said, she has wanted her life many times? After thinking about it carefully, the number of times she saved her in her memory was not small, she didn't want to believe that the other party had actually thought of killing her, and if she really wanted to kill herself, she didn't have to work hard to save her life many times, isn't it an extra move?

After thinking about this, she was no longer attached to what the blood painting said, and took the initiative to smile, "Youyou, it's me, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Hearing her offer of goodwill, the blood painting frowned imperceptibly, but did not speak. The dark and quiet just glanced at her indifferently, nodded slightly as a greeting, but the man next to her had a trace of worry in his eyes, and glanced at Yuan Fengqing coldly, as if he had some hatred with her.