Yun Zhongda stopped.

He didn't go any further to the second floor, but he didn't turn away as the ghost hiding in the corner had hoped.

Leaving was afraid, but what was he afraid of?

This ghost is just playing yin while he is distracted, and when he wants to take this matter seriously, the ghost is helpless.

Besides, he is not a person who can easily ignore people.

Originally, Yun Zhongda was tired and wanted to rest first.

But if the ghost didn't plan to let him rest, then he had to pack up this thing before resting.

Yun Zhongda didn't know that he should tell the ghost first at this moment, he was just a passerby, and he would leave immediately after a night's rest.

But he wasn't happy.

Isn't that a sign of weakness?

But this kind of small trick is not enough to make Yun Zhongda show weakness.

Yun Zhongda walked down the stairs, although this ghost was preventing him from going upstairs, he couldn't say for sure that this ghost was hiding on the second floor.

Maybe it's somewhere on the first floor, but I'll have to search it first.

Yun Zhongda went to the backyard along the passage first, according to Chang Xiaohang, at that time, the backyard was all the shopkeepers in the Mangyi Inn, and the guys all died like the guests living on the second floor.

He lifted the curtains, and there was no dust either, as if someone had carefully cleaned them.

It's really strange, from the outside of the Mangyi Inn, there is only a thin layer of ash, and it seems that there are many people living here, and it is clean.

Even if there are real people living in the house, there is no reason why it will be clean like this, in any corner. There is no dust.

Yun Zhongda had a hunch that the evil ghosts who lived here would not be easy to deal with, so he clenched the sword in his hand.

The magic pattern on the sword body once again bloomed with brilliance, and Yun Zhongda felt much more at ease with it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have hesitated to come and live in this inn that was once a haunted inn. He lifted the curtain and went to the backyard, which was quiet, obviously in the open air, but there was no loess, no dust, no fallen leaves. Even if there are a few big trees planted on the side of the road, they seem to be afraid of something. Yun Zhongda saw the fallen leaves drifting with his own eyes, but he didn't float into the yard.

There is a place for the guys to live in the backyard, there is a kitchen.

There is a stove in the kitchen. In the stove there are thick layers of ash, which are black.

Yun Zhongda sat on the stool in front of the stove, and when he saw this, there was a pile of firewood next to him. The wood is all dry. Just like throwing it into the stove now, you can ignite it with a fire. There is wood, and there are dead branches, and occasionally a few dry leaves are attached to the dead branches, as if they will break when they are thrown to the ground and stepped on them.

Important: The ash in the stove is black.

If something doesn't burn out, it's going to be this color. It can accumulate heat, fire, and sometimes if you take something and stir it up, it is very likely to burn again. If it is completely burned through, it will be gray, and when the wind blows, it will disperse and vanish—at least not with the naked eye. But now that the ash in the stove was black, Yun Zhongda was sure that this thing was the same as firewood, and it didn't even need to be urged by fire, just plucked it to burn.

But I don't know how long ago the death of the Mangyi Inn happened, right?

Yun Zhongda sat in front of the stove, stunned for a moment, and finally decided to give it a try, anyway, just trying, and it won't drop a piece of meat.

He turned his head and picked through the pile of firewood, and chose a dead branch that was long enough and hard enough, the thickness of a finger.

Yun Zhongda took it, reached into the stove, and fiddled with the pile of black ash for a while.

It didn't take long for Yun Zhongda's eyes to reveal a hint of incredibleness, and when he was fiddling, he actually saw Mars.

Mars?

Although Mars can be buried for a long time, but uncared for, can it survive for several months?

Yun Zhongda continued to fiddle with it in disbelief, he was an ice spirit root, although he was not a fire spirit root, but he liked to play with fire very much when he was a child. It's also because he is an ice spirit root and can't use those monks' fire attribute things, so he can only play with some mortal ignition methods. He had tried many times to re-ignite the embers, and he was familiar with it.

Yun Zhongda picked out some dead leaves and a dozen tiny dead branches from the pair of firewood, and threw them into the pile of sparks.

It didn't take long for the flames to rise.

Yun Zhongda silently watched as it ignited, burned out, and "extinguished" again.

It was said to be extinguished, but in fact, it just turned into a pile of black ash again.

Yun Zhongda didn't continue to play this time, if he had some guesses before and was just a doubt, now, it is enough to be sure.

He left the kitchen and went directly to the flat ground, using his sword as a pen, drawing various lines on the ground, and when they were composed, they became a very complex pattern, like a blooming flower, but the edges of the petals were extremely sharp, almost diamond-shaped, and dozens of identical diamond-shaped petals extended from a circle.

"One, two, three...... Forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine. Yun Zhongda silently counted.

There are forty-nine petals in total.

In this complex pattern, only the circle that is the center of the flower is the simplest and most dazzling.

Yun Zhongda put the sword upright, crossed the fingers of both hands, and held the hilt of the sword in his palm, causing the sword to turn upside down, and the tip of the sword was aligned with the circle.

At this time, he had already changed a sword, and when he arranged this formation, the sword that was the eye of the formation would definitely be sacrificed.

He was reluctant to sacrifice the sword he got from Su Yin and was suspected to be Mo Ziya's handwriting, but he also chose the most precious of the other swords, the more precious the sword he used, the stronger the effect of the formation.

"Take!"

The tip of the sword suddenly lowered its limit, sinking into the dirt, and the flower pattern on the ground seemed to be moisturized, and it instantly glowed.

On the other hand, the sword in Yun Zhongda's hand shattered inch by inch, and all of it was absorbed by the flowers.

The moment the flowers bloomed with a silver glow, the entire Mangsy Inn shook for a moment, and then vanished.

Yun Zhongda's side suddenly had more than a dozen people.

As if they couldn't see Yun Zhongda, they came and went in a hurry, constantly shuttling between the kitchen in the backyard and the lobby of the inn.

Yun Zhongda lifted the curtain and returned to the hall, where many people were now bustling, pushing cups and changing lamps, and drinking lively.

"Run! Come here......"

"Here, here!"

"Young Master Lin, let me tell you......"

Everyone seems to be alive, except for the light appearance on their bodies, they really look like living people with rich expressions, doing their own things one by one, saying what they should say.

Everything is the same as other inns.

But Yun Zhongda walked all the way through, but he was able to pass through these people unimpeded.

Yun Zhongda and them, it is like living in different and intersecting parallel worlds, they can't see Yun Zhongda, but ......

Yun Zhongda could see them. (To be continued......)