The moonlight is deep.

The white jade orchid is covered with a layer of night.

Ye Yuanyuan glanced down at the swamp under his feet, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a hand bone sticking out of the swamp, and he silently looked away.

The night was at the end of the night, and when the figure appeared in the swamp whirlpool, the kneeling villagers regained their senses. They stood up in twos and threes, looking around blankly.

Qingqing ran over and hugged her grandparents' legs and whimpered quietly.

Village Chief Li looked back and was a little surprised and confused when he saw Jing Qingli and the others.

"Immortal, we are ......" The village chief stepped forward, suppressed the fear in his heart, and asked respectfully.

"Then you should ask the one in the swamp." Jing Qingli's figure is still condensing in the sky above the swamp. Only then did Ming Xi tell him that there were soul cultivators in the swamp, so he used the power of the villagers to fight against those resentful spirits, and used the resentment to transform it into spiritual power that could be used for his own cultivation, and when he transformed his resentment, he could surpass those souls and gain merit.

Decades have passed, and those resentful souls have somewhat cultivated, and the number of resentful souls in Lanze can reach 500,000!

Once the crackdown fails, the entire state of Lanze, as well as the surrounding states, will fall. Whether this soul cultivator is for his own cultivation or to avoid innocent people getting involved, solving these resentful souls is not evil after all, so several people did not make a move, but chose to wait patiently.

"I wonder if the people in the village are all related by blood?" Xiao Junyu listened to it before, and combined with what she had seen and heard, she couldn't help but ask.

The village chief was a little surprised at first when he heard Xiao Junyu ask this, but when he came back to his senses, he nodded and replied: "Most of the villagers have in-laws, so ...... to say it" The village chief remembered something, glanced at the villagers gathered around him, and continued: "The villagers here are all related by blood...... Is there something wrong? ”

Although he asked, everyone present knew in their hearts that there must be a problem.

"There is a saying I don't know if you have heard of it...... Xiao Junyu paused and continued: "The people of Ghost Gate Village serve as ghost generals. ”

Jing Qingli heard a little, and interest flashed in her eyes at the moment.

The so-called ghost people in the ghost village are ghost generals, literally, the soul cultivation is commonly known as the ghost general in the folk, and the family of the soul cultivator, those who are related to the soul cultivation are called ghost people. The ghost gate people will unconsciously worship when the ghost general is born, and give a small amount of spiritual energy to help the ghost general cultivate, and the ghost general will protect the ghost gatekeeper.

In this way, according to the current situation, the figure in the swamp is very likely to be the "ghost general" of the villagers.

The sky was already white, and the morning light cast on the already solidified figure, reflecting his pale but youthful face. He was still wearing a coarse linen robe, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and strong edges and corners.

When he saw the people on the shore, he was stunned, and when he sensed the breath of someone else, he walked over.

The villagers looked at the man who came out of the swamp and avoided him, looking at him with fear in their eyes. Only the village chief and a few other elderly people looked at this person's eyebrows and eyes, and only felt a little impressed.

The man first glanced at the four people next to the villagers who were different in appearance and extraordinary in appearance, made a gesture, and said, "Thank you." ”

The four of them didn't respond, but they all knew what he was thanking for.

His cultivation is now like the middle stage of Jindan, although he can't see the cultivation of these people, but if these people kill him as an evil spirit, he believes that he has no power to resist in the slightest.

"Are you from Luqiao Village?" He turned to ask the villagers.

The younger villagers held back their fear and did not dare to speak out, but they had never heard of Luqiao Village, and they even wondered if this person was looking for an enemy.

The elder ones suppressed their surprise and looked at each other a few times, the village chief looked at the familiar face of this person, and replied: "My mother is from Luqiao Village...... and he carefully answered: "The surname is ......."

When the man heard this, he sighed with joy: "My surname is 澹, and my name is Rong." Sister's name...... Hua ......"

After saying this, the old men thought for a while, and their faces were a little complicated.

This young man, in terms of seniority, is actually their uncle?