(hmm...... The plot of Yangzhou City began, and Fang Wuji's Luo Tianda net also began to fall. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info)

In the dark night, even though the rest of Yangzhou City is brightly lit like stars, it seems that someone has pulled the switch on this street, turned off the lights, and the lanterns can no longer burn the fire.

The atmosphere was oppressive, almost deadly, and the street had been transformed from an abandoned beggar's den into a haunted street because of the brutality and the number of people who had taken care of it.

This is exactly the street when Bairenshan first came to Yangzhou to carry out a killing, starting from this street and extending to Panglin four streets, even if the beggars who used to settle here were lucky enough to survive the massacre, but no one came back.

The white and red splashes on the wall have also been washed and washed, but the faint red can still be seen.

The wind passed through the streets, and the sound it brought up was like a ghost wailing, like the words of the Hundred People Mountain, and those who lost their heads may really not be able to go to the underworld, they can only wander here, as a lonely ghost, wailing their crimes and fears night and night.

Some people are afraid of ghosts, and some ghosts are afraid of people.

At this moment there came a man, with a slightly bent back, looking like a rickets, an old man, his eyes were shining, green and shining, like wild dogs growing up eating corpses in a mass grave in the wild, and like jackals foraging for food in the wasteland.

So far, no one knows who this old man is, even if the Hundred People Mountain comes, he probably can't remember, this is the old man he himself once saw in the mass grave, compared to the timidity and obscenity at that time, this old man has long lost that temperament now, and he has lost that timidity, he looked around greedily, carefully raised his feet and walked for a while, and then laughed.

The old man's eyes glowed green, and from his point of view, this empty alley was full of wandering ghosts, all of them without heads, wandering around in confusion, with blood stains on their bodies, and sometimes trembling with struggle, as if they were afraid of something.

God help me......

The old man's mind flashed with this word, and a few laughs came out of his mouth, although these ghosts are all headless ghosts, but they can also see things, but they can't see the old man, only the hehehehe's voice attracts the attention of these ghosts, and they all turn around and come here.

The old man took out an ancient scroll of strange material from his bosom, neither gold, neither copper, nor iron, nor wood, and a faint dim light around the scroll, like the faint light of fireflies.

When I opened the first page, the title page read this paragraph.

After the death of the soul into the netherworld, walk a hundred steps on the shore of the three roads, go up to the helpless, drink the soup, stop for a moment on the mirror platform, and then have no connection with the life.

Six Dao died in vain and eighteen prisons, walked along the river around the bank next to it, held the scroll and the power of the underworld, and searched for the soul and the ghost for Yama.

The old man let out a greedy laugh and turned to the second page, which was no longer a text, but a strange picture of a gate, from which the old man pointed the scroll at the headless ghosts who had been attracted by his laughter, and the door was reflected in the scroll.

The door was three feet three inches high, emitting a dim light, like the faint glow of a white mourning lamp when it was crumbling in the wind, and dozens of headless ghosts seemed to have found a new direction in their lives and began to crawl towards the door.

It's also strange to say, after these headless ghost doors enter the door, it is like entering another dimension, this small three-foot door, stunned to lure these dozens of headless ghosts away, and when the last headless ghost walks in, the old man closes the ancient scroll, this strange ancient scroll begins to tremble slightly, trembling three times, and a power that exudes a glimmer of light is instilled into the old man's body.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his body was a little stronger, and the energy in his body was a little more, and he lowered his voice and laughed a few times, as if he was very happy, and then walked to another street.

With the old man gone, the street was quiet again, but it didn't look as gloomy as it had been.

At this time, in the courtyard of Luoyang City, Fang Wuzai lowered his head as if he was sleeping, and the picture that flashed in his mind was the scene of this old man constantly opening the scroll to lure away those ghosts, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

This book is the secret strategy of soul searching, and it is also the biggest harvest she has gained since she came to this world, and it is a thing that has been in charge of the past generations.

The secret strategy of soul searching can connect lonely souls and wild ghosts, that is, human souls, into the underworld, but not only into the underworld, but it can also shatter these souls into a kind of energy, that is, the true qi of this world, in addition, there are many wonderful uses.

The old man is constantly searching for ghosts, shattering them into true qi to strengthen himself, in this kind of rapid progress like playing online games to upgrade, that old man is no longer an ordinary old man who couldn't beat the hundred people mountain more than a month ago, his true qi at this time has stepped into the first-class realm on the rivers and lakes.

Fang Wuqi sat in the pavilion, the bright light of the bright moon fell on her body, dyeing her long hair with a layer of silver, at this time, at a depth of eight hundred meters underground in Luoyang, in a hole that almost hollowed out the city of Luoyang, a huge and continuous dragon-shaped sculpture was emitting a faint light, and the formation opened again after a month, and the lonely souls and wild ghosts of the land of the ten states began to be continuously brought here.

"Fiona......" whispered the name, and the blonde-haired maid emerged from nothingness, standing in front of Fang Wuzai, bowing slightly.

The star's eyes were half-opened, and Fang Wuzai said: "The soul search array is open again, there will be no lonely souls and wild ghosts in the ten states, and death accidents will begin to be created around the number one candidate." ”

The blonde maid nodded slightly, and then disappeared into the invisible again, Fang Wuqi also closed her half-open starry eyes, closing her eyes and not knowing what she was thinking.

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The next night, the old man found a street where there was a bloody battle during the day, and among the wreckage, the old man was horrified to find that he could not see the ghosts, and the green light of his eyes flashed and flashed, but he saw nothing in the empty ruined house.

"No... Impossible..."The old man muttered to himself in his arms with the soul searching secret in his arms, only by finding the soul can he get the strength and get the true qi, in the leap and bounds of progress in the past month, he can't imagine what kind of torture it is after he can't find the soul?

If he had discovered this function by accident at the beginning and just wanted to be a martial artist, then he would not have collapsed so much at this time.

But as he went from having true qi to reaching the third-rate, second-rate, and even to the first-class today, it has only been a month, and this explosive progress and easy progress have made his ambitions continue to expand.

It's only been a month, and he is a first-class martial artist, and the old man has even thought about it, and if he continues to progress like this, find his soul, open the scroll, and then get strengthened, maybe it won't take a year, and his true qi is the strongest person in the world, even if he doesn't have martial arts at that time, he can crush everything with his true qi.

From having nothing to being about to have everything, and at this time he was on the verge of having nothing, and the old man had fallen into madness, and he began to constantly fight the wreckage around him, venting in a frenzy.

Under the dust, the old man suddenly saw a familiar light in a direction, a dim light belonging to the soul, like a drowning grasping the last straw for survival, and the old man rushed over as if flying.

This is another street, scattered dead a few people, their souls looking helplessly at their corpses, the old man ecstatic opened the door, the light was ready to lead, but these souls were like bows and arrows, flying out of thin air into the sky, and then flew into the distance.

The old man was in pain, he didn't know why this was happening now, and when he squatted down and thought to himself, he found that in the depths of the alley, at the end of this dead alley, another soul appeared.

There were two people lying there, one who looked to have just died, and the other who was lying on the ground covering his wounds, and the soul that the old man saw was the one who had just died.

Before the old man could react, this soul flew straight up, flew into the distance, and disappeared into the sky, just like the soul just now.

Sadly, the old man fell into helplessness, he glanced at another dying man, years of life experience made him know that this kind of injury would die very painfully, and it would be very long, out of pity, the old man killed him cleanly, so that his death was not so uncomfortable.

Lowering his head, the old man's hand trembled a little, he saw this person's soul coming out of his body, and the old man, who had learned two lessons, finally reacted, no matter where those souls flew, he couldn't get it anyway, so he should hurry up and accept the current one.

Opening the door in the scroll, the old man collected this soul, and the slight increase was better than nothing, the old man squatted on the ground and didn't know what to think, lowered his head, and his old face was a little confused.

Suddenly, the old man finally figured it out, he laughed a few times, this time, the laughter seemed to be stained with blood, it sounded creepy, and the old man figured out something.

Since the soul of the deceased will disappear now, he will not be able to receive it, but the person who has just died, he will still have time to collect the soul of the other party......

This dangerous thought flashed in his mind, this dangerous thought just appeared, and it took root in the depths of the old man's thoughts, he couldn't bear to be an ordinary old man with such a treasure, he didn't know martial arts, he had lived so big in his life, and he could only be said to be lucky and lucky to live so big.

Usually living like an ant, for fear that Yu Bo, who passed by a conflict between the warriors, would kill himself, this kind of frightened life carried through his life, and when he had the opportunity to change this, he would never let go.

Soul...... I need a lot of soul to be strong......

Can't find the wandering soul...... Then get it for yourself!

The old man figured it out, and he laughed out with a creepy laugh, and the sky was cloudy, as if shocked by the idea, and several thunderbolts flashed, illuminating the old man's appearance in the dark night.

Sensen's white fangs, and that bloodthirsty smile.

From this moment, he had a goal, to kill, and then collect his soul and become stronger. Kill, collect souls, become stronger!

Another flash of thunder flashed, and the old man disappeared in place, and in the corner of this dead end, a figure in black walked out, pulled down his face scarf, and revealed that beautiful face, which was Fiona.

Fiona took out the jade slip from her bosom and spoke.

"The purpose has been accomplished, and Candidate Number One has sensed the information he needs."

Fang Wuji's voice came from the jade slip, full of laziness.

"Hmm."

Yangzhou City, which is already a gathering of heroes, is still three months away from July 15, but there has been an accident......

A man who has just transformed into a murderer shows his fangs in this prosperous city where flowers are blooming and fire is boiling.