The Songpo Forest, which is still full of mass graves during the day, becomes a huge ghost town at night. The forest paths have turned into streets, the tombs have turned into houses, and among the houses, there are many signboards with restaurants and teahouses, and there are also many "pedestrians" on the streets.

The biggest difference between this place and the Yang world is that it should be silent, yes, terrible silence, because it is obviously a bustling street scene in front of me, but there is no other noise in my ears except the sound of the wind, not even the sound of speech or script.

Fog gradually rose on the street, and it didn't take long for people to see the road ahead, Zhou Hongxian originally thought that this was a trick, but she tried to use mana to get rid of interference, but found that the vision was still the same, and she knew that this was actually the real fog. The fog not only reduced the recognizability, made the atmosphere more eerie, and even carried moisture in it, making the winter night even more bitterly cold, although Zhou Hongxian was wearing thick enough, she still clamped her clothes and walked carefully along the street.

Looking at the "pedestrians" who occasionally broke into her field of vision, Zhou Hongxian's heart couldn't help but tremble, because the "pedestrians" she saw, they were wearing dark left-hand robes one by one, their blue-gray faces were extremely wooden, and the posture of their bodies was also abrupt, they couldn't see the movement of their feet when they walked, as if they were being led by ropes and sliding on the ground, it really made people feel weird, the only thing to be thankful about was that these "pedestrians" ignored her, as if they regarded her as nothing. It also made her feel a little reassured.

But peace of mind is not the solution to the problem, because the fog covers his eyes, Zhou Hongxian wants to find Cui Yu, it is even more difficult, seeing that the fog is getting thicker and thicker, and there is no tendency to retreat, Zhou Hongxian gradually became anxious.

"Siniang, Siniang, are you here, if you are, you can come out quickly!" Zhou Hongxian muttered in his heart, but this was of no help at all, Songpa Town at this time was unfamiliar to her, and looking for it aimlessly like her was not the solution at all.

What is the solution? Naturally, he asked the locals about it, but looking at the local "people" in front of him, Zhou Hongxian's heart was still full of struggle.

Forget it, let's pick a local "person" who looks weaker and ask, so that even if there is any accident, I can deal with it with my own Taoism! Zhou Hongxian thought so in her heart, so she picked all the way for a long time, and finally picked a local "person" who made her feel weak enough.

It was a thin "scholar" with a square scarf on his head, less than one meter six, half a head shorter than Zhou Hongxian, he was walking in the same direction as Zhou Hongxian, not far in front of Zhou Hongxian, Zhou Hongxian selected and followed him.

"Hey, this gentleman, would you like to ask you about something?" Zhou Hongxian cautiously stepped forward and asked.

"What-thing-ah-" The "scholar" turned around slowly in a slow-motion rhythm like an old movie, and Zhou Hongxian almost blurted out a sentence when he saw his face at first glance - "Excuse me!" ”

I saw that this "scholar" not only had a blue face, but also blue tendons on both sides of his head, a pair of eyeballs had protruded beyond the eye sockets, and a long scarlet tongue on the side of his mouth was particularly eye-catching, it turned out that this was a hanged ghost.

"Original-come-is-bit-small-mother-son——, you-find-small-born-have-what-what-thing-ah?" The scholar's face stiffened, and he couldn't tell whether he was laughing or angry, and he only asked in a long, miserable tone.

Zhou Hongxian was so frightened that he stammered a little: "I-I'm calling you--asking about someone!" ”

"Hit-listen—who-huh?" The pace of speech is still suffocating.

Suppressing his beating heart, Zhou Hongxian stabilized his voice and said: "A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, about my eyebrows, thin and thin, melon seed face, very small and cute look, I don't know if you have seen it, sir?" ”

"Is it better than - small - mother - son - you - still - want - beautiful - ——?" The corners of the "scholar's" mouth opened slightly, but the smile was terrifying.

Zhou Hongxian couldn't help but shiver and said, "Sir, have you seen it?" ”

"I haven't seen you——, please-ask-little-mother-son-you-fang-name-ah?"

“。。。” Zhou Hongxian was slightly dumbfounded, she felt that there was no need to ask, so she nodded politely, and walked directly past the "scholar" and continued to move forward. But she hadn't gone far before the miserable voice of the "scholar" came from behind her: "Little-mother-son-don't-go——, you-body-up-have-live-people-gas-breath——, both-yet-come-come-——, beyond-stay-down-come-come-accompany-me!" ”

Zhou Hongxian looked back and saw that the "scholar" was chasing her with a scarlet tongue, and she shouted in fright: "Don't come here!" Then a palm was punched out, directly hitting the "scholar" in the face, the "scholar" couldn't help screaming, and suddenly disappeared into the fog, and a faint sentence came from the fog: "Original-come-no-is-people!" ”。

Everything returned to calm, but Zhou Hongxian wiped his hand on his clothes and wiped it, because she accidentally touched the tongue of the "scholar" with the palm just now, which is different from the warm and elastic tongue of ordinary people, the tongue of the "scholar" is cold and abnormal, but the touch is like a lump of mud, which makes her feel a little uncomfortable. After this episode, she also began to hesitate to continue to inquire about local "people".

But at this moment, an old man with a rickety figure and white hair suddenly walked out of the fog, he slowly walked to Zhou Hongxian, and looked up at Zhou Hongxian for a while, and said: "This lady, since you are a demon, why did you break into our Songpa Town?" ”

Zhou Hongxian was a little abrupt by the old man in front of her, she knew that this old man was also a ghost, but she didn't know the details, but when she saw the old man asking, she felt that she didn't have much to hide, so she said: "I didn't mean to offend, I just came here to find someone, and I left when I found it!" ”

"Looking for someone? Lady Mo is not in the wrong place, there are only ghosts here, no one! ”

"I'm sorry, I can't make it clear! I have a friend who is human, but she lost her soul and may have strayed here, so I wanted to find her! ”

The old man nodded and said, "I see, I wonder what your friend looks like?" ”

Zhou Hongxian described Cui Yu's appearance to the old man again, and the old man bowed his head for a moment, and suddenly said: "Is your friend's surname Cui, known as 'Siniang'?" ”

When Zhou Hongxian heard this, he was immediately surprised and happy, and said, "That's right, it's her!" This old man, have you seen her, please tell me where she is! ”

The old man nodded, then sighed and said, "Yesterday there was indeed a little lady in the town, and I saw that she only had a lonely soul, and she did not look like a person who had died for a long time, and I also guessed that she might be the daughter of a certain family who lost her soul here, so I intended to take her out of this place." It's just a coincidence that we met the old ghost of Songpo on the road, the old ghost of Songpo is rich in Taoism, I didn't dare to stop it, so I had to see the old ghost of Songpo take her away! ”

Zhou Hongxian listened to the first half of the old man's words, and his face was already happy, but when he heard the end, he couldn't help but be surprised: "Where is the old ghost of Songpo, why is he taking Siniang?" ”

The old man let out a miserable laugh and said, "What else, naturally it is the same as the purpose of the scholar chasing you just now!" The old ghost of Songpo was a monk before his death, and he was beheaded by Husu County for using witchcraft to deceive and rape a woman from a good family, and his body was abandoned here after his death, but he didn't expect him to cultivate a deeper Taoism and become a tyrant in our Songpa Town, and called himself the old ghost of Songpo, and he has been rampant in this place for more than seven years! ”

Zhou Hongxian was secretly frightened when he heard this, and said: "You said that the old ghost of Songpo plotted against Siniang's beauty, but Siniang is not dead, it is just a wisp of her lonely soul, so what is the use of the old ghost of Songpo arresting her?" ”

The old man sighed and said: "Your friend has lost the soul of the fetus, and if he doesn't return to his body for three days, his person will die, and the old ghost of Songpa can cast a spell to lure his remaining two souls and seven spirits here, and then your friend can become his ghost slave, and the old ghost of Songpa has done nothing less than this kind of thing!" ”

Zhou Hong was in a hurry, because Cui Yu's limit was only today, so she couldn't care too much, and hurriedly asked: "Where does the old ghost of Songpo live, uncle, can you take me there?" ”

The old man glanced at Zhou Hongxian, and did not rush to agree, but asked: "Lady, although the old ghost of Songpo has only been dead for a few years, he was a monk in his lifetime and has his own cultivation method, can you ensure that your Taoism will definitely surpass him?" ”

Zhou Hongxian was stunned after hearing this, and said with a little weakness: "Uncle, then do you know how many years the old ghost of Songpo can compare to our demons?" ”

The old man shook his head: "I don't know too much about this, I've only been dead for more than 20 years, and I don't know much about your demon realm, for example, I can see that you are a demon, but I can't see what kind of demon you are!" However, the old ghost of Songpo has a rat demon who is called a brother, and the ghost of the rat demon we all know that he has two hundred years of Taoism, but he calls the old ghost of Songpo a brother, I think the old ghost of Songpo should be better than him! ”

"How much is a win? Three hundred years or five hundred years? Zhou Hongxian felt a little bitter in his heart, but no matter whether his Songpo old ghost's Taoism was three hundred years or five hundred years, it didn't make much difference to him, because he was less than a hundred years old since he was born, is there an absolute disparity in strength?

"Don't worry, uncle, you can take me there, I'm a big monster who has been practicing for six hundred years!" Zhou Hongxian had a charming smile on his face, and said to the old man, anyway, if you don't go, you can't do it, just lie to others and yourself!