Looking at the black coffin under the locust tree, Mu Qingxiao's face was as usual, he walked under the locust tree, and gently pushed the coffin lid open, revealing a miserable white face.

Among them was a man lying down, his face was as white as paper, without a trace of blood, his eyes were open and he looked at the sky, looking dead.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they would probably be scared for a long time.

"It's so rich in yin qi, there is no trace of yang energy left in the veins, has it been sucked up by something?"

After that, Mu Qingxiao glanced at the top of Bishan Mountain, looked at the old village chief, and said, "Old village chief, can you tell me about Zixian Villa?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the old village chief's body trembled violently, and his pupils were full of fear: "Self-...... Self-Idle Villa! ”

It was a few decades ago, and Bishan was as prosperous as it was elsewhere, not as isolated as it is now.

The Ye family is a respected family in the Zixian Villa on the top of Bishan Mountain, but at night a few decades ago, all the men, women and children in the villa were slaughtered.

Speaking of this, the old village chief sighed and recalled the past.

"Since then, the villages around Bishan have moved away, but the residents of Cuiping Village are reluctant to leave, so they can only take root and build a village at the foot of the mountain, and finally Bishan has become a mass grave and gradually forgotten."

Hearing this, Mu Qingxiao was slightly stunned, if it was just like this, why did the old village chief show a look of fear just now.

"Has the old village chief ever been to the mountains?"

The old village chief wanted to speak again and again, and had no choice but to confide in the matter.

"The old man went there when he was young, and saw something bad, and after coming down the mountain, he had a serious illness, and since then he has not dared to go up, and it is strictly forbidden for the villagers to go up."

Of course, Mu Qingxiao knew what the old village chief was referring to badly.

With a general understanding of the whole thing, Mu Qingxiao smiled slightly and said, "The old village chief can rest assured, soon the village will return to its previous state." ”

"Thank you, immortals."

After that, the old village chief said again: "The immortals are going up the mountain, right?" It's good for the old man to send someone to guide you, and the hunters in the village are very familiar with this mountain forest. ”

"It's fine."

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"Immortal, the front is the range of Zixian Villa, the village chief has instructed, we villagers can't go up, so we can only send you here."

On the gloomy mountain path, two figures stood in the middle, and the young man who spoke, dressed in a garment made of animal skins and carrying a long sword on his back, was none other than the son of a local hunter.

"Alright, you can go back."

The mountain path had long been covered by grass and thorns, and there was no trace of it, but the son of Orion led the way, which saved him a lot of time.

When the young man ran down the mountain without stopping, Mu Qingxiao turned around and walked towards the top of the mountain.

According to his judgment, the dead young man in the village may be related to the Zixian Mountain Villa on the mountain, among which there are many demons and monsters, which is extraordinary.

Walking on the mountain trail, the dense foliage makes it so dark that the sun's rays cannot shine in at all, and the higher you go, the heavier the yin qi becomes.

Walk through the mountain trail to the top of Bishan Mountain, which is a huge piece of ground, and the whole mountain seems to have been flattened by a sword.

Moreover, the entire summit was shrouded in an eerie haze.

Standing at the end of the road, you will see a looming and dilapidated mansion.

The courtyard was washed away by wind and rain, some walls and houses were washed away, and the steps were covered with moss.

"It's ......"

At this moment, Mu Qingxiao looked at the moss-covered staircase, there were countless footprints on it, just by glancing at the footprints, he roughly understood the ins and outs of the matter.

The footprints on the moss are distinct, and three men have been here recently, echoing the three men who died in Cuiping Village.

As for the purpose, there is no need to pursue it.

As far as the eye can see, the dilapidated houses with high walls and bare trees look particularly strange due to the impact of the environment.

Retracting his gaze, Mu Qingxiao took steps and walked towards the interior of Zixian Villa.

"Squeak—"

The subtle sound of the door opening is particularly clear in this silent environment.

Pushing open the gate of the house, the courtyard is overgrown with weeds due to the fact that the interior has been uninhabited for a long time, and there is a stone paved road in the center that leads to the living room of the house.

The whole courtyard is filled with a desolate and gloomy atmosphere, and from the perspective of the layout of the house, Zixian Villa is also a large family, and it may also have a very high status in the secular world.

When Mu Qingxiao walked into the courtyard, the courtyard door behind him was quietly closed.

The moment the courtyard gate was closed, a yin wind blew, accompanied by the sound of rustling, and the weeds in the courtyard were green and faint.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Immediately, an inexplicable cry sounded in the entire courtyard, like crying and sadness.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead."

Mu Qingxiao sneered, paused, glanced at the weedy jungle, and with a wave of his hand, a terrifying sword aura swept out.

As the sword qi swept out, the entire bush was instantly ravaged by the sword qi, and there were even terrible screams among them.

After killing some lonely souls and wild ghosts, Mu Qingxiao walked towards the living room of the courtyard, preparing to find the female ghost Ye Agarwood.

Ye Agarwood, as a child of the rivers and lakes, has a straightforward personality, is informal, and is also a delicate lady, after meeting Jin Lei, she has always been in love with him, and even restrains her temper for him, becoming shy and timid.

And after encountering a love change and dying with resentment, the most fiery love also turned into the most outright hatred, wandering in the self-idle villa.

Because of great resentment, he was still unable to ascend to heaven after many years of death.

Mu Qingxiao has no interest in female ghosts, but the other half of Yuheng is on the young lady of Zixian Villa, Ye Agarwood, and if you find her, you can find Yuheng.

Following the gravel path in the courtyard, I pushed open the door and came to the living room, and immediately there was a musty smell in my face.

Standing at the door, my eyes scanned around it, and the layout was still intact, but there was a thick layer of dust piled up on the ground or on the tables and chairs.

"Squeak..."

Without hesitation, he stepped into the living room, the door behind him closed again, Mu Qingxiao's eyes stared, and a woman in a red dress appeared on the corridor a few meters away.

The woman in the red dress is beautiful, no matter how she dresses or dresses, she looks like a lady, and the only fly in the ointment is her pale face.

Mu Qingxiao didn't think that there were living people here, glanced at her, and said, "Are you Ye Agarwood?" ”

"Giggle......

The woman in the red dress covered her mouth and chuckled, "Childe, is the little woman beautiful?" ”

“...... I'm not interested in female ghosts, and, put away your ghostly magic. ”

As he spoke, a terrifying coercion swept out of his body, enveloping the entire living room, including the corridor.

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(End of chapter)