Jiang Pingchuan stood at the gate of the city and didn't dare to look behind him, the resentment there was too heavy, and if he didn't pay attention to his mind, the resentment of these resentful spirits would invade his body, destroy his Dao heart, and mislead his cultivation path.

Jiang Pingchuan still stood in place and watched the Yin soldiers who kept passing through him, they looked at Jiang Pingchuan with a sneer, or looked at the people in the city behind Jiang Pingchuan.

What Jiang Pingchuan heard was a wail, a heart-rending cry, a beating and killing, a baby's cry, the rumble of livestock fleeing from east to west, and the chirping of a soldier and a general.

The yin fire behind him soared into the air, burning everything in the city, Jiang Pingchuan stood at the gate of the city and did not block any Yin soldiers from entering the city behind him, I don't know how long it took for the city full of wails behind him to finally quiet.

Jiang Pingchuan knelt at the gate of the city, and in front of him stood an old man in a spider-patterned red robe, who looked at Jiang Pingchuan kneeling on the ground with a sad face and pity.

The old man bent down and penetrated Jiang Pingchuan's body with both hands, and picked up a black and round thing from behind Jiang Pingchuan, Jiang Pingchuan recognized that it was the baby's head that he had let Tingyunma bury.

The old man looked at the small baby head in his hand with pity, Jiang Pingchuan heard the baby's cry again, and Jiang Pingchuan realized that he was just an outsider in this war.

But when he stood up and looked at the city gate behind him, he realized that it was not unrelated to him, it was all because he opened the city gate behind him.

The Yin soldiers will enter the city, all this has to do with him and has nothing to do with him, he can open the door and let the Yin soldiers come in, which shows that this war is related to him.

He watched the Yin soldiers and generals brutalize the people, but there was no way to stop the Yin soldiers and Yin generals, and the Yin soldiers and generals couldn't see him or hurt him, which showed that this war had nothing to do with him.

"Who opened the gates?"

Jiang Pingchuan muttered and looked at the yin fire in the city that burned more vigorously, there was no wail, only the crackling sound of the houses and buildings that were burned under the yin fire.

Jiang Pingchuan walked towards the city with steps, standing on the street he couldn't see anyone standing, all the people were lying on the ground.

There was blood everywhere, and it was unbearable to see, Jiang Pingchuan walked through the thick clouds of smoke on the street, and he stopped.

"Rustle"

"There is a cause and effect, there is no cause and no effect, the first to get the effect, then to know the cause, this is a precursor, don't panic"

Jiang Pingchuan stood in the smoke of the war and listened to the words kept muttering in front of him, Jiang Pingchuan repeated the words with steps, and walked forward slowly.

Through the layers of gunsmoke, I heard the sound getting closer and closer, and the man was still talking something, and the ground was still rustling.

Jiang Pingchuan finally walked behind the man, looked at the man's back, and kept sweeping on the ground with a broom in his hand, and the head of the broom did not touch the ground.

Just levitating and sweeping something, the man swept very seriously, and didn't notice Jiang Pingchuan behind him, Jiang Pingchuan looked at the person in front of him curiously.

This person is still an old scholar he knows, the old scholar turned around and looked at Jiang Pingchuan and walked over, sweeping something beside Jiang Pingchuan, Jiang Pingchuan looked at the old scholar quietly and didn't bother him.

In this way, the old scholar seriously swept the unknown things on the ground at Jiang Pingchuan's feet for a long time, stopped the movements in his hands, and looked at Jiang Pingchuan with a smile on the broom in both hands.

"Old scholar, what are you sweeping?"

Jiang Pingchuan looked at the old scholar and asked suspiciously, the old scholar just wanted to smile and look at Jiang Pingchuan without speaking.

"The Ghost King really doesn't remember being old?"

The old scholar waved his sleeves and said with some sadness, Jiang Pingchuan looked even more confused when he heard the old scholar's words, he didn't understand what the old scholar was talking about, of course he remembered him.

It has been less than half a month since he left Sanjiang County, how could he forget this old scholar who painted a portrait of himself, but who is the ghost king, and who is the ghost king?

"Who is the Ghost King?"

Jiang Pingchuan asked, the old scholar's expression in front of him was changing, and his body was no longer the coarse cloth short coat, but became a piece of clothing that he couldn't say.

It is said to be gorgeous, but it has a gloomy feeling in the gorgeous, and it is said to be gloomy, but it exudes a very unusual atmosphere.

"Who are you?"

The old scholar slowly stretched out his finger and pointed at Jiang Pingchuan, Jiang Pingchuan pointed at himself suspiciously, and muttered.

"I'm Jiang Pingchuan?"

Jiang Pingchuan asked tentatively, and the old scholar nodded with a smile.

"Who is the Ghost King?"

The old scholar still stretched out his finger and pointed at Jiang Pingchuan and asked, Jiang Pingchuan looked at the old scholar in front of him and looked at his hand, his hand was pointing at himself, Jiang Pingchuan's willow eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, and his face became very distorted.

"Ghost King, it's me"

Jiang Pingchuan looked at the old scholar with a hideous face, now he was very painful, as if something was forcibly suppressing his thoughts, and even withdrawing the word ghost king from his mind, Jiang Pingchuan held his head in his hands and roared in pain, and the old scholar sighed.

"I am your subordinate, my name is the Yin Sweeper, my king, my god of war, when will you wake up"

The old scholar muttered that Jiang Pingchuan didn't hear what the old scholar said, he just watched the old scholar open his mouth, but no sound came into his ears.

Jiang Pingchuan's eyes became red, staring at the ground, the whole ground was rotating, everything Jiang Pingchuan saw was constantly rotating, the old scholar disappeared, and the old scholar was still smiling when he disappeared.

His body was hit by a fire in the sky, and he was slowly burned into a pinch of black charcoal, and with the smoke of the war dissipating in this city, Jiang Pingchuan suddenly felt very sad in his heart.

He wanted to cry, for some reason he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry, he couldn't make a sound, the pain was like being sealed in his body and making him free from this pain all the time.

So that he had no way to release his pain, he could only bear the torture silently, Jiang Pingchuan felt that he had been thrown into hell and fried in an oil pot without stopping.

He was dragged to a mountain of knives and threw himself down from top to bottom, and he rolled down from the top of the mountain, without a single piece of skin on his body, and no one took pity on him.

He felt someone with a hot iron whip constantly whipping him, someone pressing his head into the oil and water, the feeling of suffocation coming over his face, and he struggled to no avail.

Instead, the other party was subjected to more cruel torture, someone with a sharp knife kept peeling off the skin on his body, and he could clearly feel that his skin would automatically recover every time he was cut off by that person.

In this way, the man tirelessly cut off one piece of skin after another on his body, and he was slowly recovering, and every time he recovered a piece of skin, the other party would cut off another piece of his body, Jiang Pingchuan was angry, this was torturing him, endlessly torturing him.

"Knock Knock"

Suddenly, a sharp knock on the door rang in Jiang Pingchuan's ears, Jiang Pingchuan's body shook, and he suddenly found that everything around him had disappeared.

Jiang Pingchuan sat on the bed and touched his chest, where the little fox was still sleeping peacefully, Jiang Pingchuan touched his face very painfully, and his forehead was full of sweat. Listening to the knocking sound at the door, Jiang Pingchuan stood up and walked to the door and opened the door, it was the second shopkeeper of Wangong Pavilion, the second brother looked at Jiang Pingchuan with admiration, and then stood on tiptoe and glanced at Jiang Pingchuan's room.

"Is there anything wrong with the little second brother?"

Jiang Pingchuan asked suspiciously, looking at the little second brother in front of him and constantly standing on tiptoe to look at his room, Jiang Pingchuan was really a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, Jiang Shaoxia, it's raining, I saw that your window was not closed to remind you, the rain in this Yangcheng is very strange, if you don't close the window, it will float into your house"

The little second brother said with a smile, Jiang Pingchuan nodded with a smile and watched the little second brother leave, Jiang Pingchuan suddenly closed the door, turned around and looked at the window in the room behind him.

No way!!!

Jiang Pingchuan muttered in his heart, he remembered very well that he saw the old scholar when he closed the window, could it be that he had been dreaming since he entered this house after the little second brother left, and he had never closed the window?

Jiang Pingchuan walked to the window and walked over only to find that there was already a lot of stagnant water on the ground under the window, as if it had been guided by something.

Unexpectedly, it converged into a thin stream of water that extended to the foot of his bed, Jiang Pingchuan reached out and closed his window, and Jiang Pingchuan was stunned at the moment when the window was completely closed.

The window must have been opened, and the water on the windowsill was not caused by natural rain, but was caused by someone pushing the window, and it was as if it had been swept by something.

Leaving neat marks on the water, Jiang Pingchuan tried to open the window again, this time he confirmed his suspicion, the window had been opened, but his door had been locked.

Unless there was someone in this room or someone pushed the window from the outside, Jiang Pingchuan glanced downstairs, this is the third floor, it is very high from the ground, and it is impossible for ordinary people to push their windows from the outside.

It is also impossible to be a cultivator, because a cultivator also needs to run his true qi if he wants to reach this height, and as long as there is a flow of true qi, he will definitely be captured by Jiang Pingchuan.

But Jiang Pingchuan didn't, what was going on Jiang Pingchuan couldn't figure it out, closed his window and went back to bed, Jiang Pingchuan leaned on the head of the bed and thought about the dream he had just experienced.

Is that a dream or a hint, the old scholar told himself in the dream that there is a cause and effect, there is no cause and no effect, the first to get the effect, and then to know the cause, this is a precursor.

According to the old scholar, the strange dream he had just now was a harbinger, that is, the war had not yet come, and he only predicted the war in advance in his dream.

Jiang Pingchuan carefully recalled the city gate he opened, which was very similar to the gate of Yang City, but it was a little different, and when he thought of this, he thought of Yin soldiers and Yin generals.

Jiang Pingchuan suspected that the door he opened was the gate of Yin and Yang City.