On a June evening, the sky was shy, and a few sunsets floated quietly.

On the land of sudden vitality, on a lush forest path, I saw a young man with resolute facial features and sharp eyebrows, wearing a cyan cloth coat and carrying a large package.

Looking up at the sun heading west, Mo Fan frowned, and then retracted his gaze and swept around, the deserted village that the bandit said should be near here.

But he searched around and didn't find it, I don't know if the thief remembered it wrongly.

It was getting dark, and if he hadn't arrived at that deserted village before nightfall, he would have wasted the night tonight.

This was not good news for him, as he had limited time, only one night tonight.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to rush to Qinglin Town at the appointed time, so today he had to find the bandit's deserted village before dark, and then wait for the appearance of that unjust ghost.

Lifting his legs, he walked a few hundred meters forward on the forest path.

At this moment, only a crow cry was heard from a few hundred meters east of the forest path.

Hearing the crow's call, Mo Fan stopped and opened his eyes to look in the direction where the sound came from.

Through the trees, a few hundred meters to the east of the trail, a village with dilapidated houses loomed.

Seeing this village, he was overjoyed, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile.

Because this is the place he was looking for, and this is the village that the bandit was talking about.

So standing on the path, he carefully observed the village for a while, and saw that there was nothing unusual in it except for the crows that flapped their wings from time to time, and then walked towards it with the package on his back.

Before coming to the village, I looked at the weedy inside the village, and looked at the dilapidated houses inside.

Indeed, as the bandit said, it had been uninhabited for a long time, and there were some footprints left on the ground.

It is not difficult to see that this is probably left behind by the bandits who settled here a few days ago.

This also shows that after beating those bandits, no one has come here again.

So Mo Fan was a little worried, he was afraid that the unjust soul that the bandit said would not come here.

It's like hunting, when you find that there are no animals coming to a place, you will abandon it and go somewhere else.

In the same way, maybe the same will be true of the unjust souls.

After all, the souls who killed those bandits were not like the ones he had eliminated before, most of them were unintelligent.

Besides, the unjust spirits he eliminated did not stay in one place all the time, but would also wander around, looking for some animals or humans that haunted at night, to absorb their yang energy or essence blood.

But it wasn't dark yet, and he was worried in vain, because most of the ghosts only appeared after midnight.

Now? All he had to do was to go into the village and find a clean house, make a fire, drink hot water and eat a hot meal, and after more than a day of driving, his body was already tired.

And at this time, he also took advantage of the time to rest, in case the unjust spirit appeared after midnight, he would have the physical strength and spirit to fight against him.

......

The sun sets and night falls.

In an open-blown house in a deserted village, Mo Fan sat in front of the fire, watching the kettle boiling on the wood.

Stretching out his chopsticks, he took out a piece of rabbit meat, which he happened to meet when he entered the village just now, so he originally planned to make white flour cakes and eat them, just to improve his life.

In addition, when he left the Soul Temple, he brought salty salt and other condiments, so the rabbit meat was very fragrant, and a rabbit four or five catties was eaten by him in a few bites.

He patted his stomach and leaned against the wall, looking up at the bright moonlight outside.

When he walked into the village just now, he took a look at the house where the bandits had settled a few days ago.

I saw that there were more than a dozen rotten corpses lying inside, which was indeed as the thief who escaped with his life.

The corpses of these dead bandits were all skin and bones, and they were obviously sucked into yang energy and essence blood.

And those crows, it is because of these corpses that they will wander inside.

But these have nothing to do with him, the ghosts and ghosts that others are afraid of the most, and in the past month or so, he has eliminated more than 20 of them.

Although for some reason, the soul energy in his dantian, no matter how much he absorbed the items that fell from the unjust soul, did not grow.

But his [Soul Technique: Thousand Vine Ghost Dance] can now be used eight times, plus the increasingly proficient "Earth Thorn" and "Wall Net Technique", those ordinary ghosts and ghosts have not yet conjured a vine as powerful?

Even if the inferior third-order unjust soul on the waist card task, with his current strength, there is at least an ordinary chance that he can wipe out many parties.

If he didn't have this confidence, he wouldn't have come to die, and now he was afraid that the soul of the woman in white wouldn't come.

Looking at the bright moon climbing higher and higher outside the house, there are still more than two hours before midnight?

So his eyelids couldn't help but close slowly, and he was indeed a little sleepy after walking in a hurry for more than a day.

But not long after he fell asleep, there was a sudden strong wind outside, and then the wood of the bonfire was still burning in the house, and suddenly the fire disappeared, and then a woman's laughter was heard from outside.

Hearing the laughter, Mo Fan, who was asleep, woke up suddenly, subconsciously picked up the long knife beside him and put it in front of him, and then jumped out of the house.

Fighting the unjust spirits in the dark and cramped room was very bad for him.

So the moment he woke up to the sound of laughter, he made a judgment.

But when he came outside the house, by the moonlight, he looked at the silent, shadowless, hazy woman in white who walked slowly in the wind.

The brow was still deeply furrowed.