"Soul Refining Technique, this thing is for cultivating souls, right?" Wednesday muttered as he hid in the corner, and then his consciousness sank.

The moment the consciousness sank into the soul refining technique, three big characters that I didn't know what font appeared out of thin air in the empty consciousness, the font was complicated, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, and it was breathtaking, and Wednesday knew that he didn't recognize it, but he knew very well that these three words should be this thought. This was followed by the cultivation method of the Soul Refining Technique and the standard of the realm.

"It's that simple?" and after a moment, Wednesday withdrew consciousness, looking at his palms and muttering with a frown.

Soul Refining activates instantly.

Yes......

The screams almost pierced the dim underground.

Hiss, hiss, hiss......

Wednesday's mouth was sobbing with cold air, and his hazy soul trembled like a dog without a nest in winter.

"Your uncle, why does it hurt so much?" said Wednesday as he looked at his palm, which was still shaking uncontrollably.

The next moment, Wednesday had already insisted on getting up and walked out quickly.

The throat just now, I don't know where it went, there are so many souls going back and forth here, God knows if a group of Yin soldiers and ghosts will rush in and press Lao Tzu to the ground to play with the friction. Wednesday chose a remote road, muttering as he walked.

Not long after leaving on Wednesday, a group of Yin soldiers really searched over with soul-locking splints and shackles, but unfortunately in the end, they could only whip a few whips indiscriminately against the empty house and the little bit of popularity.

After walking for about a day, Wednesday finally left the "world".

This should be the outermost part of Fengdu City, right?" thought to Wednesday. Looking around, it was absolutely desolate, it was really close to the point where birds didn't, and not far away were dark blue peaks, with strange rocks and dead branches all over the mountain, like dogs' teeth.

Wednesday chose a mountain that looked relatively hidden and walked over, and soon found a hidden cave on the peak, drilled into it to look at it, nodded with satisfaction, and then went out and picked up a bunch of dead branches to seal the entrance to the cave, and officially started his "retreat" on Wednesday. Of course, if there were no screams of silence, it would be more like a retreat.

"Damn, fortunately, Lao Tzu doesn't need to eat, drink, and Lazar. Wednesday looked at his violently trembling palms, and comforted himself with a leap of thought. This soul refining technique is indeed simple, it is really as simple as decomposing and then reorganizing, but in the introduction of the exercise, it is said that there are only a handful of people who have cultivated to the Great Perfection, and this even includes people in the realm of Wednesday who have no way to understand the current realm. After all, it is the soul that is decomposed, and then it is pinched together like mud, the kind of soul that is broken into pieces with one's own hands, and then reassembled, it is perverted to think about, not to mention the pain that directly acts on the soul.

The screams continued, but as time went on, the intervals grew longer, and later, they were barely audible.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and Wednesday truly experienced it.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the dead branches at the entrance of the cave are flying around with a bang.

Then a head came out of the hole, neatly inched, with distinct facial features.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, Wednesday stretched comfortably, as if his soul was pounding and ringing.

The corners of his mouth pulled a smile, a little cynical.

Stretching out his palm, the palm is white, although it does not have the color of normal flesh, but at least it is no longer a blur.

"Well, yes, I've finally got this thing out. Wednesday raised his hand and touched his head.

Today's Wednesday, the soul refining technique still hasn't indicated what realm it has reached, and Wednesday trembles every time he thinks about it, because it marks that Wednesday has not even reached Xiaocheng. But thankfully, Wednesday at least got out the parts that leaked outside, and it was no longer a blur, and he was getting less and less angry, and now, if he didn't look at it very carefully, it was impossible to know that Wednesday was a living soul.

"Fengdu City! Lao Tzu is here!Whahaha!" "Wednesday screamed and rushed down the mountain.

"Hehe, it's quite an interesting little guy, it's just that the soul refining technique cultivates his head and palms first, I don't know what he wants to do, I hope he won't regret it in the future." In the simple thatched house, Meng Po was still reclining on the rattan chair with her eyes closed, with a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth.

Entering a populated place, Wednesday stole a few pieces of clothing, and took a lot of effort to "wrap" himself, after all, Fengdu City is full of ancient costumes, and clothes are not as easy to wear as modern ones.

Wednesday looked at himself. Yes, I hope I can mix it up.

There is also no day and night in Fengdu City, and ghosts don't seem to have to sleep, but there is also a daily rest time like the world, and there are times when there are few people on the street, but I don't know what people are doing in the house when there are few people.

Could it be that you are giving birth to a little ghost?, Wednesday thought evilly.

Wednesday wandered the streets for no purpose.

For Fengdu City, Wednesday was also a black eye, and there was no understanding at all.

There were Yin soldiers patrolling the streets, and Wednesday at first ducked with his head down, for fear of being recognized as a living ghost. But after several patrols, Wednesday found that the patrolling Yin soldiers didn't seem to have discovered their own soul at all, so they no longer dodged, and even looked for a crowded place to drill.

After a day's time, I found on Wednesday that although the ghosts in Fengdu City are thriving, the people I met seem to be a little wooden, and it is probably a bit silly to use the words of the world.

Just when Wednesday lamented that the education system in Fengdu City was outdated and backward, suddenly a neat gong and drum sounded, and then all the people around him stood there in a daze, with their heads down, motionless, and the originally noisy streets were instantly silent, only the sound of Wednesday's neat footsteps was getting closer and closer.

What's the matter? The Ghost King is dead? What are these people mourning in silence? Wednesday thought bloodily, his head spinning around looking for the source of the footsteps.

Soon, a group of Yin soldiers wrapped in armor appeared on the street, standing at the front of the team, the Yin soldiers who seemed to be the leader were holding whips in their hands, looking at the ghosts standing in the streets with their toes proud.

"Ghost King Order: The evil dog of the Evil Dog Ridge has committed my Fengdu City, and now I am recruiting the souls of the Quartet to resist the evil dog. The leader turned his head to look at the crowd around, and after shouting loudly, the whip in his hand shook and crackled. Then the Yin soldiers behind him dispersed, walked into the crowd, grabbed passers-by and looked at them, or pushed them away, or grabbed them into the team.

"Your mother, catch the strong man?" Wednesday's head was buried low, but he didn't know how many times he greeted these arresting Yin soldiers, he thought that he had thought enough blood, but he didn't expect to be met by himself with such a bloody thing.

"Don't catch Lao Tzu, don't catch Lao Tzu......" Wednesday muttered a spell in his mouth.

A palm appeared in front of him, and then lifted Wednesday's forehead to lift Wednesday's head.