It was dark again in Winterwood, and the townspeople all lay down in bed early and began to rest, except for the occasional cat barking and dog barking.

Shang Yan and a group of Maoshan disciples stood in the backyard, observing the three newly built buildings with curious eyes.

There is no difference between the Nightmare City, the Yin Spirit Terrace, and the Moon Worship Well during the day, Shang Yan couldn't help but ask the ghosts of the four Maoshan disciples including Liao Jin: "Don't look stupid, go over and operate it, let me see the effect." ”

There are two Nightmare City management, and the Yin Spirit Terrace and the Moon Worship Well each have a sacrificial wine, and it is obvious that their presence is necessary to be able to bring out the maximum effect of the three buildings.

Liao Jin and the other Maoshan disciples nodded, and immediately floated towards the building they were responsible for.

First of all, the ghosts of the two Maoshan disciples who were canonized by Shang Yan as the management of the Nightmare City, after they floated into the black shed, the black cloth that was originally placed on the top of the shed instantly lit up with a mysterious symbol.

At the same time, the two Nightmare City managers disappeared directly under the black cloth.

"Huh?" Shang Yan was taken aback, what was the situation.

He hurriedly walked over, intending to take a clear look, and when he walked into the black shed, Shang Yan only felt that the surrounding world was spinning, and the next second someone else appeared in the backyard of his old mansion.

Different from the usual situation in the backyard of the old house, there are several stalls outside the black shed, there is no Lu Gong Temple or Baojia Gong Temple in the backyard, the edge of the backyard is shrouded in fog, and even the old house has disappeared, leaving only a piece of land of about 100 square meters.

"Your Excellency." The two Nightmare City Stewards shouted outside the black shed.

"Mirror World again?" Shang Yan walked out of the black shed curiously, this mirror world is very small, you can't see the sky, only the earth.

Looking at the appearance of those stalls, it looks like an ancient bazaar, Shang Yan walked into the black shed again after leaving the black shed, and the world turned in an instant, he returned to the real world, Liao Jin and other ghosts were standing outside looking at him.

"This nightmare city doesn't seem to be of much use." Shang Yan scratched his head, could he still open a shop in the mirror world.

"Who is the Yin Spirit Terrace Sacrifice Wine, go show me the effect of the Yin Spirit Table." Shang Yan then said.

Regardless of whether the city is useful or not, it has already been built anyway, and it's okay to leave it alone, maybe you can find out its true effect in the future, and now it's important to hurry up and see the effects of the other two buildings.

A ghost of a Maoshan disciple wearing a black cloud robe immediately walked out, and he was still holding a black ruyi in his hand, which looked a little interesting.

Naturally, this is the work costume that was obtained after being canonized as a priest on the Yin Spirit Stage, just like those cemetery guards and cemetery ghosts before it.

Under the gaze of Shang Yan and the ghosts, the Yin Spirit Terrace Sacrifice Wine quickly walked up the stairs on the edge of the Yin Spirit Platform to the Yin Spirit Platform, and saw him come to the highest place, and then began to sit cross-legged with the black Ruyi in his hand.

Suddenly, a suction force suddenly emerged from inside the Yin Spirit Platform, and I didn't see what it had sucked in, so I saw a cloud of black gas inexplicably appear above the Yin Spirit Platform, and then turned into a large number of black lines and drilled into the Yin Spirit Platform.

"Approaching this Yin Spirit Terrace, there is an inexplicable coldness." Shang Yan asked at the Yin Spirit Terrace Sacrifice Wine, "What's the matter?" ”

"My lord, the Yin Spirit Platform can absorb all the Yin Qi within the scope of the cemetery." Yin Lingtai said with sacrificial wine.

"All?"

"Yes."

Shang Yan hurriedly distanced himself from the Yin Spirit Terrace, and really, the whole person was suddenly not cold.

Yin Qi will lead to the appearance of many supernatural phenomena, Shang Yan has always wondered if the feng shui of this cemetery is not very bad, otherwise why would there always be powerful ghosts breaking in at night.

At that time, it was necessary to consume yang energy value to fight against these powerful ghosts, but with the establishment of the bluestone Buddha wall and the appearance of Lu Gong Temple and Baojia Gong Temple, this kind of event was rare, even if the yang value was low, the temperature in the cemetery was just cold, and there would not be a ghost who would rush over to kill you inexplicably.

Now that there is a Yin Spirit Terrace, a building that absorbs yin qi, it is like a dehumidifier that drains all the yin qi in the cemetery, and after that, Shang Yan can't even feel the yin and cold when the yang value is too low, which is simply wonderful.

The Yin Lingtai sacrificial wine is equivalent to a tool to start the construction, which Shang Yan has already understood, so he looked at Liao Jin, this guy was canonized by him as the Yuejing sacrificial wine.

There was no need for Shang Yan's orders, Liao Jin consciously walked to the Moon Worship Well, and like the Yin Lingtai Sacrifice Wine, Liao Jin was also wearing a robe at this time, but what he was holding in his hand was not Jade Ruyi, but a delicate long-handled hammer.

I saw him walk to the moon worship well, and gently beat the small bell hanging on the green vine, and the movements continued.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The bell is light and pleasant, obviously it is just a bell, but it makes a sound like a bell, not only not harsh, but also very beautiful.

From the sky, a faint wisp of light slowly flowed down in the night, and all poured into the moon worship well.

Giggles, clucks!

The moment these brilliance appeared, the chickens who were supposed to sleep in the chicken coop all rushed out, crying frantically at the edge of the chicken pen as if they had eaten stimulants, and at the same time kept flapping their wings, but they wanted to fly out of the chicken pen.

"Damn, what's the situation?" Shang Yan immediately wondered when he saw this scene.

He had been feeding these chickens for a while, but he had never seen them so crazy, like seeing hungry men and women of the opposite sex in the spring, and like hungry tigers in the forest who saw roast chickens and ducks.

Finally, in the midst of a crowd, a rooster finally exerts its instincts as a fowl and squeezes out the potential in its body.

On the spot, it fluttered its wings and flew out of the chicken pen, only to see it glide for a moment, and finally landed on the edge of the moon worship well, screaming wildly at the light that fell from the sky.

Whoop!

Shang Yan's face changed, and he hurriedly grabbed the rooster's neck to prevent it from noisy with nearby neighbors.

This big night, if it attracts others, it will be troublesome, and then not only these three strange buildings, but those freezers will be enough for Shang Yan to be speechless.

However, before Shang Yan could react, the chickens in the chicken pen, whether they were roosters or hens, all flew out one after another, flying around and flying around the moon worship well.

In that picture, if the chicken was replaced with a crow, Shang Yan would even wonder if someone was secretly using the moon reading.

"Liao Jin, stop, stop."

As Shang Yan stopped drinking, Liao Jin immediately stopped striking the small bell, and the brilliance that floated down from the sky disappeared, and the chickens who couldn't see the brilliance suddenly fell from the sky, one by one, they kept circling around the moon worship well, as if they were looking for something.