There was a whimper of the wind in my ears.

It's distant, it's mysterious, and it's uncomfortable to listen to.

Lin Qianmo opened his yin and yang eyes, and the darkness in front of him disappeared.

The world of the dead appears before our eyes.

There is no color in this world, and gray is the eternal theme song. The wind is biting, and the chill is gusting.

Unlike the previous two passages, when they appeared before, there was no black mist around them, but this time, the fog almost enveloped the entire world.

Lin Qianmo could hear a low roar coming from the mist, as if there was a ghost sound wafting around.

Call!

A golden light shot out from the mist, and the mist around Lin Qianmo collapsed at the touch of a button.

The figure of Mr. Yin appeared in Lin Qianmo's field of vision.

The Dao Talisman fluttered above Old Mr. Yin's head, and the golden light emanated from the Dao Talisman.

But even if the Dao Talisman emitted a golden light, it still couldn't really illuminate the surrounding area. The black mist roamed around it, and the golden light emitted by the Dao Talisman was compressed into a small area.

The black mist outside the golden light swelled from time to time, and the terrifying whispering ghost sound was far away and sometimes near.

Old Mr. Yin saw the surprise in Lin Qianmo's eyes, and said: "Gu Yatou should have told you that the world of the dead will change according to the memories of the deceased, and the changes here must be inseparable from what the deceased experienced before his death. ”

Lin Qianmo nodded, indicating that he understood.

Old Mr. Yin's gaze became deeper, and he looked at the black mist outside the golden light for a while before looking at Lin Qianmo: "This time it may be a little different, I won't let you speak, you must not make a sound, understand?" ”

"Got it."

Mr. Yin waved his sleeves, sealed his hand, recited the spell, and the Dao talisman floating above his head became larger and fell flat on the ground.

The two of them stood up, and Old Mr. Yin directly wrapped Lin Qianmo with the golden light of the protective body, and then urged the Dao Fu to fly up.

The Dao Fu flew there, and the black mist dissipated there.

But as soon as the Dao Fu left the area, the black mist quickly filled up again. The surrounding scene is not real at all, it is black and miserable, cold, and eerie, as if this road is leading to hell.

Lin Qianmo stood on the Dao rune paper, quietly watching all the changes around him.

Even if Mr. Yin didn't say it, he also understood that this time was different from usual.

In the past, when you know part of the ghosts, you enter the world of the dead, destroy the ghosts, and free the souls of the dead.

And this time, the origin of the ghost is unknown, and the ability is not known.

It will not be easy to find out the true face of the ghost and destroy it.

On the way over which the Dao Fu flew, the black fog was too thick to show illusions, but the strange sound never stopped.

Several times, the strange low sobbing sound of a baby sounded near the Dao Fu, and something seemed to pass through the black mist, Lin Qianmo's heart was cold, because when the low sobbing sounded, he felt a tragic evil aura enveloping the Dao Fu.

Fortunately, although the evil qi was terrifying, it never caused substantial harm to Mr. Yin and Lin Qianmo.

Finally, the Dao Fu flew through the area filled with black mist.

The surrounding fog began to fade.

The outline of Wu City appeared in Lin Qianmo's field of vision.

It's still a gray tone, and the whole city is dead and lifeless.

The Dao Fu flew into the entrance of Martial City and landed on the ground.

Lin Qianmo and Old Mr. Yin jumped down from the Dao talisman.

The Dao Talisman began to shrink, changing to its normal shape, floating in mid-air.

The Dao Fu led the way ahead, and Old Mr. Yin and Lin Qianmo followed the Dao Fu and entered the gloomy Wu City.

A cold breath came to my face.

There were no figures on the road.

There was only the sound of Lin Qianmo and Mr. Yin's clappling footsteps.

The silence of the whole city was terrible, and occasionally I remembered other sounds, but no trace of anyone was revealed, except for weirdness, still weirdness.

Lin Qianmo and Mr. Yin walked for nearly an hour.

Came to the office building of a company.

The office building was empty, and the sound of the printer sounded regularly in the office room, as if playing mournful music.

Dao Fu led the two to the door of an office.

Mr. Yin unscrewed the door.

The room is fully equipped, and there is a document spread out on the desktop, but there is no one in the room, to be precise, there is no replay of the deceased's life, or memory reproduction.

Lin Qianmo was stunned.

The place where the Dao Fu stops is the place where the deceased stayed before his death, or where the accident occurred. And in this place, there are usually the spirits of the dead.

But this time, the room was empty, and there was no shadow of anyone?

What's going on?

"Isn't the real place of death of the dead here?"

Lin Qianmo looked around thoughtfully, "But if it's not here, why would the Dao Fu stop here?" ”

Old Mr. Yin was expressionless, standing motionless in the room, as if sensing something.

Lin Qianmo couldn't guess it, and because of what Mr. Yin said, he had to wait patiently.

After a while, Mr. Yin took a few steps forward and stared at the chair next to the computer desk in the room.

Lin Qianmo followed his line of sight, and the chair was an ordinary office chair, with nothing special.

"What is Mr. Yin looking at?"

Lin Qianmo was very curious.

But he could only be curious.

Mr. Yin didn't say a word, just stared at the office chair tightly.

After a while, Mr. Yin retracted his gaze, pinched the seal method in his hand, and urged the Dao talisman.

Dao Fu shook a few times and left the office.

Throughout.

Lin Qianmo didn't understand the purpose of Mr. Yin's office chair.

He was confused and helpless.

"It seems that the gap between me and Mr. Yin is not half a star, if I am asked to deal with this matter alone, I am afraid it will be useless."

However, Lin Qianmo is not discouraged, knowing the gap, practicing hard is to move forward bravely, one day, the gap will be narrowed, or even surpassed.

Dao Fu took Lin Qianmo and Mr. Yin to the place of death of the other victim.

An hour later.

Dowagers stopped on the third floor of a residential building.

Old Mr. Yin unscrewed the door and walked in, followed by Lin Qianmo.

The room was the same as in the previous office, there was no half-figure, and there were no memories of the deceased.

Everything seems to have been wiped out of thin air by some force, and even the souls of the dead cease to exist.

Similarly, Mr. Yin stared at a floor in the room, his left eye flickering, as if he had made a discovery.

Lin Qianmo tried his best to urge the yin and yang eyes, looked at the floor, and looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't see the slightest clue at all.

He looked at Mr. Yin, but Mr. Yin didn't mean to explain.

Uncomfortable.

What I am most afraid of doing things is having no clue, and now, Lin Qianmo not only has no clue, but also has a stomach full of questions, which cannot be asked.

It's just a panic!

(PS: I have a cold, I finished writing this chapter dizzily, the weather is changeable, all book friends pay attention to your body.) ）