With a stomach full of resentment, the black-faced marshal secretly ran to find the demon old man.

Late at night on the third watch, when the moon is on the willow tops.

The black-faced marshal took off his armor, changed into a black robe, put on a black veil, hunched over like a night cat, and quietly rushed towards the gloomy ghost forest.

The black-faced marshal came to the ghost forest and took out a small stick from his arms, and the head of the small stick was carved with a demon god shaped like a dragon's head.

The black-faced marshal swung his stick a few times in the forest, and in a moment, the two eyes of the demon god glowed with a terrifying green light.

The green light was like a lamppost, instantly dispelling the darkness in the forest.

Immediately, countless ghosts appeared in the forest, and when these ghosts saw the green light, they immediately let out a frightened wail and fled in all directions.

Looking at the terrified ghosts running around, the black-faced marshal pulled the corners of his mouth upward, and a grim and cruel smile appeared on his face.

Then the black-faced marshal shone the stick at the ghosts fleeing in all directions.

The ghosts that were touched by the green light were immediately unable to move, but stayed in place and shivered, and screamed in sorrow.

The black-faced marshal listened to the mournful screams of the ghosts as if he were listening to a beautiful piece of music.

The black face full of flesh showed a bright smile instead.

Immediately, the black-faced marshal took a black cloth bag and aimed the mouth of the cloth bag at the immobile ghosts.

The cloth bag immediately emitted a powerful air current, and the powerful air flow forcibly sucked those immobile ghosts into the cloth bag.

After sucking in a dozen ghosts, the black-faced marshal put away the mouth of the cloth bag, put away the small wooden stick, and walked towards the mass grave with the small cloth bag.

The black-faced marshal walked through the mass graves, and the road ahead suddenly became extremely strange, like a road not a road, a blur, and a bloody crimson in the gray color.

The other surrounding scenery suddenly disappeared in an instant, and the entire space became chaotic in an instant.

This scene, like a cosmic desolation, is all gray and crimson, with no edge in sight and no end in sight.

This scene makes people panic, confused and desperate.

The most painful thing in the human heart is that the soul has no attachment and the life has lost its center.

And this kind of scene is precisely to shatter the central pillar of the human heart, and then lead the soul to an abyss of despair.

The black-faced marshal stood in a gray crimson, a momentary panic, but then calmed down.

The black-faced marshal touched the demon wand in his pocket with one hand, and clutched the black cloth bag containing the ghost with the other.

Crawling on the ground, he knelt down in the gray and blood-red sky.

After the black-faced marshal knelt down, he buried his face in the gray dust, and said in his mouth, "O Lord of the gods, Lord Almighty, the pious disciple has sent you a gift, please open the door quickly and accept the gift from the disciple." ”

The black-faced marshal knelt in the gray and chaotic space and recited it a total of three times, praying three times.

After reciting it three times, suddenly there was a burst of flying sand and rocks, and a huge whirlpool rolled up in the gray space, and in the center of the whirlpool was a crimson bottomless hole.

In just a moment, the black-faced marshal was swept into the whirlpool by a crimson wave.

In just a few moments, the whirlpool took Marshal Blackface to a cavern beneath the ground.

There were streams of crimson red mist surging in the cave, and several people who looked like Taoist priests sat in the red mist and closed their eyes to practice, and saw the black-faced marshal being swept in by a whirlpool, and the Taoist priests didn't even lift their eyelids.

However, the black-faced marshal was deeply shocked and a little timid, and then a low, almost penetrating voice came from the ear of the black-faced marshal: "I--of-son--brother, but--bring--what--what--rite--thing--come-come--filial piety--respect--me-god---,-respect--good--I--have--point--hungry--." ”