When Fang Xiu left, it was already late at night outside, and when he stepped out of the Retiro Palace, there was an ox cart waiting for him outside.

"Master, you're coming out!"

"It's the middle of the night! Lately, the evil ghosts outside have been eating people!

The slave coachman was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, who could already be regarded as a young man here, and looked a little frightened.

"It's okay! just move forward!" Fang Xiu seemed to be drunk, and got into the car crookedly.

The bright moon is hidden in the clouds, the stars are also dim, in the night of Xundu, the car shuttles through the street, the ground is not flat, some bumps, but fortunately the ox cart does not go fast.

Xundu at night, it is pitch dark, there is no figure on the street, every household closes the door, there is not even a light, and the Xundu that you know during the day, the prosperous and lively Dahuan Capital, is not like a world at all.

Because at night, there is no light of the sun that shines on everything, and the ghosts hidden in the dark corners will come out, all kinds of ghosts and ghosts will appear on the earth, and even the monsters hiding everywhere will come out and kill people.

It's a world where ghosts and living people coexist, and at night, anything strange can happen.

Xun people have a special custom, they like to bury themselves at home after death, they believe that their own spirit, will protect their descendants, Xun people also believe that their ancestors will protect themselves.

Doing so does have some effect on protecting their homes, preventing evil spirits from entering their homes and courtyards, as if they were divided into areas and realms among the ghosts.

But for the entire Xundu, it made the situation of the evil ghosts and ghosts raging even more serious.

Therefore, the entire Xundu is a huge cemetery and grave, which makes the original situation of people living together more and more serious.

And every time a witch sacrifice or shaman dies, not only will they not enter the cycle of reincarnation, but they will even detain a large number of their own burial slaves, and at the same time, the slaves buried in the same place as them will also be unconsciously detained by them, and even their descendants will be the same.

In just a few decades, the situation in this Xundu has been even worse than Fang Xiu imagined.

The ox cart moved forward slowly, and the slaves driving yawned and drove the pulling oxen, and went towards the Xundu School Palace little by little, as the slaves of the Xundu School Palace, because of the reason of the master, most of the slaves inside also learned a lot of things, and even read and read, compared with ordinary slaves, it is naturally very different.

"Moo!"

The sound of the wheels turning, the sound of the coachman yawning, the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the elongated and twisted shadows of the trees beside the road.

"Moo~" At this time, the cow moving forward suddenly stopped, as if something appeared in front of it.

The slave who drove the cart looked up, and in his sleepy eyes, he saw that in the dim light of the street ahead, shadows appeared on the ground, but there were no projected objects around.

The shadows in the darkness writhed and steamed, forming an illusory silhouette in the night.

"Jingle bell!" the sound of the bronze bell ringing is extremely crisp at night.

"Brush!" and the strange sound of the ornaments rubbing against the hair of a witch priest.

"Aha! aha! aha!"

"Aha!"

It was one demon after another that had crept up from the depths of the earth, from the place where the evil aura had gathered.

Each of the demons was dressed in animal skins, with their strong upper bodies exposed, and they were madly dancing a terrifying sacrificial dance, as if they were still worshipping their witch god after death.

Hundreds of evil spirits danced, twenty or thirty people carried a huge chariot, and several witch priests wearing animal skins and broken hair were on the chariot, desperately dancing with a large number of bone rods with openings in their hands, and the wind passed through the holes of the bone staff, sounding terrifying sounds.

This scene is like the scene of the witch sacrifice in the early Xun Kingdom fifty or sixty years ago, those dead witch sacrifices and Xun tribesmen.

And behind them, there were a large number of headless ghosts who had lost their heads, holding their heads respectfully on a plate, and walking with a grovel as if they were offering their heads to the gods.

The evil ghost who cut open the internal organs of his chest and was empty, holding his internal organs, and blood was still dripping and dripping.

Even monsters whose limbs were cut off and writhed like snakes, their limbs dragged and drove away, like centipedes, and fire ghosts that were burned to death, and water ghosts who drowned, died in a strange way.

While wailing in pain, he also followed behind the throne and followed the sacrificial dance of the witch sacrifice.

These were slaves, clansmen, chiefs of rival tribes, and so on, who had been sacrificed to the witch gods by the witch priests.

Even if they die, the spirits of these people are still enslaved by them.

The hundred ghosts walked through the streets, filling the streets for the whole night, and came towards the frame of the ox cart, and this scene frightened the slaves who drove the cart to the soul.

"Ahh

"Master!"

"Evil spirits have appeared!

The slave in a short sackcloth suddenly felt a chill from his spine to his brain, and the whole person shivered, and fell directly to the ground with a scream.

He frantically slapped the ox cart and grabbed the wheels of the cart as if he were holding a life-saving straw.

But this cry suddenly made the evil ghosts who were originally confused look at it for a moment.

Those pairs of terrifying eyes instantly raised their heads, and their hideous faces and blood-red eyes looked at him.

Even the demons who were offering sacrifices on the chariots and praying to the heavens and to the witch gods bowed their heads together.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

However, it seems to be more and more terrifying.

The demons rushed out together, as if awakened from their slumber, and roared angrily, and came overwhelmingly towards the ox-cart, trying to devour all the existence inside.

And at this moment, a hand stretched out from the ox cart, and a black vortex emanated from the sleeve.

The wind rose and swept through the streets in an instant, heading towards the whirlpool.

The hideous demons couldn't break free from the suppression, and everything they transformed shrank into shadows and fell into that sleeve.

In the blink of an eye, the street where the hundred ghosts traveled became clean, and at this moment, the silver moon above the sky finally emerged from the clouds, illuminating the earth, and the originally terrifying and gloomy night capital became bright in an instant.

Fang Xiu took his hand back, burped, and said impatiently, "What are you doing in a daze?

At this time, the slave coachman, who was at a loss for what to do, finally got up from the ground and looked at the clean streets, the cold evening breeze blew, and a cold sweat dried out, and he finally became sober.

He looked at his master and master, and realized that this was a more powerful existence than a demon!

Fang Xiu was carrying a white pottery wine jug in the car, but in his hazy eyes, he was thinking about the scene where the evil ghosts were raging just now.

Recently, in the entire Xun capital, the situation of evil ghosts is getting more and more serious, most of the evil ghosts are sleeping underground, if there is no specific period, or special reasons, they will always sleep, will not appear often.

Recently, you can see evil ghosts appear almost every day, and every day there are evil ghosts eating people, ghosts and ghosts harming people, and even many evil ghosts have begun to break into the courtyard, killing and eating people, making the whole Xun people panic.

At night, the doors of the houses were closed, and the lights were not even lit, and the women covered the mouths of the children, fearing that their cries would attract evil spirits.

This is not normal.

Fang Xiu rolled up the curtain of the carriage and looked outside the ox cart, and he could see that there were many more trees on the streets inside and outside the entire Xun City.

These trees are winding like dragons and have dense leaves, even in autumn at this moment, they are still evergreen.

This is not a tree from the Great Huan of Middle Earth, but a tree species from the wild land in the north, mostly born on the Siqiong Mountain, named Yuehuai.

No one knows where it came from, who first called it Yuehuai, but it began to appear in Xundu a year ago, because of its evergreen seasons, it is loved by many nobles.

It looks ordinary, but it is a different kind of tree, not an ordinary ordinary wood.

The whole Xun is so big, not to mention that there are more trees, even if there are dozens of dead and injured people, there is no fuss, and it can't attract people's attention.

Fang Xiu saw some familiar shadows from above, that is, the peach blossom maze above the Three Sheep Concept.

Fang Xiu's eyes showed the eye of the clock, and he immediately saw the power of the spell in each moon locust tree, bit by bit, the entire Xun emitted light and gathered together.

They are accumulating day by day, connecting with each other, and affecting the entire Xundu.

The changes in the entire Xun capital are also because of this.

Just wait until the time comes, and the large array locks the entire Xundu, that is, it is time for them to show their strength.

Fang Xiu knew the layout of the Qingyun Dao people, and he had already guessed what he wanted to do.

He went to the Xuanyuan country of Siqiong Mountain and met the new generation of high priests of the Xuanyuan country, after all, here, in addition to Dahuan, the one with the most powerful power and the richest heritage is the Xuanyuan country.

It was from there that he also learned some of the secrets of the underworld and the underworld.

He wanted to open the doors of the underworld.

The underworld is in charge of the place of the cycle of life and death, where there is naturally the world's greatest secret, and the root of all birth, old age, sickness and death.

He wants to use Xundu and here to open the door to the netherworld, but at the same time, he is afraid that his actions of spying on the netherworld will be followed by those high-ranking gods and demons.

Therefore, he still needs to find a substitute for the ghost, he doesn't want to be like the god of Siqiong Mountain, because he has attracted the attention of the gods and demons, and has become an existence that has been sealed and suppressed.

But he didn't expect that the existence in charge of the underworld had already seen him.

Even—

That being was still waiting for him, waiting for him to open the door to the netherworld.

The cow slowly pulled the frame, and finally arrived in front of the Xundu School Palace, Fang Xiu stretched his waist, and under the service of two well-behaved and tame female concubines, he took a hot bath, and then fell asleep.