Diwang Mountain, the headquarters of Yin Ling Pavilion.

Huo San is a handyman in the Yin Spirit Pavilion, and his main job every day is to dry herbs, collect herbs, and then take care of a large area of medicine in the Yin Spirit Pavilion.

When he woke up early this morning, he felt that his right eyelid was beating non-stop, and he suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart. However, I can't tell what the hell is going on. Besides, he was just a handyman at the bottom of the Yin Spirit Pavilion, even if he was unlucky, how could he be unlucky?

For Huo San, the most unlucky thing in this life is probably that he strayed into the territory of the Yin Spirit Pavilion when he was collecting medicine in the mountains five years ago, and then he never had the freedom to live again. In this life, he only had two choices, either to do miscellaneous work in the Yin Spirit Pavilion until he died, or to be killed by the pavilion master as soon as he left the Yin Spirit Pavilion.

The Pavilion of the Dead is a place full of secrets, and no one other than the killer will be allowed to leave this place alive.

Outside the house, there was a burst of birdsong, Huo San finished sorting out the medicinal materials in his hands, and decided to go outside to see how the medicinal materials in the yard were dry.

As a result, as soon as he got out of the courtyard, he saw flying flakes floating in the sky from nowhere, shrouded in the sky above the Yin Spirit Pavilion, like snowflakes in winter.

The white flying flotsam fluttered in front of him, Huo San subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch a piece, and then blew out a breath lightly, so that the flying flotsam returned to the air.

Huo San turned around and began to clean up the medicinal herbs that were drying in the yard, but for some reason, the palm of the hand that caught the flying floc just now dared to be a little itchy.

He spread out his palm, looked at his hand, and found that a red mark had appeared at the place where the flying flotsam had just fallen.

Huo San was stunned, could it be that he was allergic to flying flotsam? He rubbed the red mark, it didn't hurt, it didn't itch, he didn't feel anything.

So, he no longer took this red mark to heart, packed up the herbs and turned around to go back to the house.

Unexpectedly, there was a loud bell in the mountain, it was the alarm of the Yin Spirit Pavilion, and a strong enemy was coming!

Huo San had been in the Yin Spirit Pavilion for five years and had not seen the ancient bell ring, and now he was alarmed again and again, what kind of person was it that broke into the headquarters of the Yin Spirit Pavilion?

Lin Yu climbed the God Lookout Mountain, followed the fire crow around the eight turns, bypassed the heavy formations, and walked for another half an hour, and finally saw the mountain gate of the Yin Spirit Pavilion.

The mountain gate is heavily guarded, and there are two black-clothed Xuanshi standing on the left and right, both of whom are second-level Xuanling Mirrors, and their cultivation is not bad, and they are also rare talents in the Jiuyao Continent. But in this Yin Spirit Pavilion, he could only guard the mountain gate. From this point of view, there are probably only a lot more masters in the Yin Spirit Pavilion.

However, Lin Yu did not stop because of this, but took out a cyan bamboo flute, gently put it to his lips, and walked towards the Yin Spirit Pavilion step by step.

The two black-clothed Xuanshi soon saw the strange intruder, and the two of them looked solemn, and immediately shouted: "Stop, who is coming?" ”

Lin Yu turned a deaf ear, and still walked forward unhurriedly, but the bamboo flute was gently blown on his lips.

I saw that the two black-clothed Xuanshi who were about to draw their swords suddenly changed their expressions, as if they had instantly turned into marionettes, their eyes looking straight ahead, and their hands and feet were swinging mechanically in place.

Lin Yu's feet did not stop, and the clouds passed by the two black-clothed Xuanshi lightly, as if entering a no-man's land, walking towards the depths of the Yin Spirit Pavilion.

As Lin Yu left, the sound of the flute gradually faded away, and the two black-clothed Xuanshi suddenly woke up, the two looked at each other, and immediately shouted: "It's not good, go and inform the pavilion master!" ”