"What? Do you mean that there is a difference between what the old lady gave? Ye Lang asked suspiciously.

"That's natural, I noticed something strange as I was talking to you.

Nothing more, that guy should be in the line of the Night's Watch - the Ghost Leader, it is a branch of an ancient sect affiliated to the Night's Watch, and later broke away from the sect to form its own lineage.

It chooses men and women as disciples, and women are extremely yin, so that vein is mostly women; Men are not absent, but they are men who choose the body of extreme yin, and this special requirement is the lunar calendar of the lunar year.

If a woman has to practice there for several years, according to her age, she should have cultivated for twenty or thirty years, and it is not something you can stop.

Her scepter wasn't anything extraordinary, but I didn't know why she was here. The black cat stretched out its paws and muttered.

"What is a ghost leader? How come I haven't heard of it? ”

"There's so much you haven't heard! It is not once or twice that the ghost leader is attacked and cleared. It is just as despised by the world as the corpse refiner. The ghost leader and the soul refiner are generally in cahoots, and the two go hand in hand.

The ghost leader usually holds a lantern to guide the way for the hundred ghosts. In ancient times, there was a cow man who led hundreds of thousands of ghosts, but unfortunately he lived for a long time.

The Night's Watch is an alternative kind of ghost leader, they have the art of controlling ghosts, and at first they also used lanterns to guide the way, and those who go higher will pick some others. For example, that guy chose a walking stick made of longevity yin wood. ”

"As you say, those people are the ones who guide the ghosts, the ones who are the guides of the ghosts...... So why is she here, why is she giving me this? Ye Lang asked, holding the yellow rune paper in his hand.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind was bone-chilling, and the black cat's eyes also looked in one direction: "If they appear here, it is likely that there are many wandering spirits and wild ghosts here, and at the same time, there will also be soul refiners here......"

The cold wind was cold, and Ye Lang also looked at it with his gaze, and suddenly felt cold: "What did you say?" Why are there so many ...... here?"

"Don't keep asking why! Think for yourself, maybe you don't know when you sleep on Yizhuang. Go to bed early, lest you have too many dreams at night! The black cat walked towards the house, covering its mouth with its little paws and snorting.

"Yizhuang ......" Ye Lang remembered what the old man said: "Yizhuang" generally refers to the mass burial mountain, where many people are buried after death, and sometimes they will not build tombs......

"I'll go, this real estate developer is too unconscionable......" Ye Lang shook his head, and didn't want to say anything, although he was used to hearing the word "ghost".

However, he is still a "newcomer" who has just embarked on this road, and he has no knowledge, naturally, and he will not have too much fear.

He also arrived upstairs early, put the talisman paper on the bedside table, and lay down on the bed.

At night, the old lady walked in front, and the crutches struck the ground, splashing layers of dust and smoke.

Behind her was a large group of blurry shadows, which seemed to be invisible. Those shadows that loom are the souls of the dead here.

Ye Lang lay on the soft and comfortable bed, tossing and turning, but he just couldn't sleep. Even with dark circles under his eyes, there is no sleepiness, and when I think of that old woman, I don't know why I want to find out.

He got up, folded the futon aside, and turned on the light in the room.

He took the talisman paper from the bedside table, put it in his hand, and was stunned for a moment.

Then he jumped out of bed, put on his slippers, and went downstairs to find the black cat demon, at this time the black cat was sleeping soundly, and the small flesh on his wrinkled face was accumulating, what did this cat dream about......

"Hey, hey~ get up!" Ye Lang moved the black cat with his hands.

The black cat opened its eyes slightly, glanced at it and continued to sleep, its little paw ignoring Ye Lang's movements.

"I'll go! Ye Lang, if you kid bother me again, I'll ......" The black cat finally couldn't stand Ye Lang's disturbance, and his face was angry.

"Big brother...... How about what time it is...... Even night owls have to sleep! "The black cat has learned people's daily routines in the past two days.

"Hmm~ you're amazing...... I can't sleep, I want to go out and see, you can go with me. Ye Lang said with dark circles under his eyes.

"I'm not going, I'm going to go if I want, I'm going to spoil our cats, okay?" The demon's heart-rending roar interprets his dissatisfaction.

"Add an extra meal of rat meat. You see......"

"Two meals! Bah...... Three meals! ”

"Good! Deal! Ye Lang still has some money left in his pocket, although the hospital is a famous "big money absorber", but he just got some potions and gauze or something.

Although it cost thousands, there is still a little surplus, barely enough to buy some snacks or something.

The demon muttered unhappily, "Ahh......h I would have known that I would have had a few more meals...... Missteps. ”

"Let's go, I want to see those things, I don't know how, I just can't sleep, that old woman is too mysterious."

"Look, it's also an opportunity for you to gain knowledge, but be careful, once there are a lot of those imps, it's not something that mortals like you can stop."

……

A group of people gathered together in steps, all floating in mid-air, numbering in the thousands.

It stretches endlessly, and many of them are dressed in sackcloth and carry a package on their backs.

They are the souls of the dead hundreds of years ago, and they reflect some unusual and fleeing scenes all the time:

"Ro'er!" A middle-aged woman dressed in linen roared. It was full of people running away, a sea of people, screams and wails everywhere.

There was a loud bang in mid-air, and dozens of medium-sized air-dropped bombs dropped from the warplanes and fell to the ground, killing countless people......

"Luo ...... Roel! Tears welled up in the middle-aged woman's eyes, she had finally found it, found his child.

A little boy stood there dumbfounded, wailing in his mouth, "Mommy...... Where are you! ”

A bomb drops in mid-air, creating a flash of fire on the ground, sending a blast of dirt and a wave of explosion.

The middle-aged woman was overturned by the bomb airwaves, and her head was hit by a stone and blood was constantly spilling.

Luo Er was also swept away by the air wave, but unfortunately, he was already dead. His body was constantly trampled by the panicked people who fled behind.

Death, enveloping the land, endless darkness, swept over the place.

"Luo'er ......" The woman's eyes flashed with tears, looking at her dead biological son, the cold corpse constantly being trampled on the ground.

No one helped, no one paid attention, she stretched out a hand, the hand full of blood, also trampled under the feet of the turmoil behind.

At this moment, she didn't feel the pain, her brain was dizzy, she was unwilling, as the daughter of a wealthy family, but she was still down.

Her husband was killed by the rebels, her eldest son was killed in the army, and now, his youngest son is also dead......

"I'm not reconciled to ......" a pair of pale and feeble hands stretched out, covered with foul-smelling blood clots. dark purple nails on dark green viscous liquid, which ......