After sitting on the ground and resting for a long time, Wen Feng regained his strength, not only was his body uncomfortable just now, but his spiritual power was also consumed a lot by Yin Qi.

The next thing he had to do was to hide himself, because he saw a big scene that he had never seen since he was born, and he was shocked beyond measure.

He was lucky, and after entering the ghost space, he happened to appear in a place that was obscured by a low wall.

The ghost space is like a cloudy day without sunlight at the moment, and the sky is slightly gray.

After resting for a while, he curiously probed out and saw an extremely shocking sight.

He was on the top of a boxy terrain with high edges and low middles, and below him was a complex of buildings the size of the Wenfeng family's township.

This is a boxy, well-laid out old town!

All the buildings are very historical, and they are unknown buildings that combine ancient traditional buildings with local minority ethnic bamboo buildings and wooden pavilions.

And it seems that they are all private houses, with yellow lanterns hanging on the doors of every house, and various lanterns hanging on the streets and alleys every few meters, a prosperous scene.

According to Wen Feng's speculation, the proportion of this ghost domain space is presented in a one-to-one standard with the outside environment.

He didn't expect that the pitch black he saw outside was so big, was it because two mountains had been hollowed out? Who has such a big hand?

Looking at the buildings in the ghost space again, the closer you get to the middle, the more lanterns there are, the more sparse the houses become, and those buildings seem to have walls and courtyards, like the grandeur of a rich family can live.

In the middle of the town, Wen Feng is out of sight, the lanterns there are extremely dense, and there are countless lights moving slowly, is it a person?

No, it's spirits!

Gather here and create the spirits of this ghost space! There are so many!

At least in the thousands, right?

Wen Feng instantly squatted back with weak legs~

"Let's go, let's escape, I can't save it, Komatsu can't save it."

Wen Feng muttered to himself, he was about to be scared stupid.

If the tomb of Boulder Ridge is a ghost cave, this is the world of spirits, and Boulder Ridge is simply not worth mentioning compared to here.

What kind of shit luck did he have to come across this here?

After Wen Feng eased up, it took a long time for him to raise his head again and stretch it out.

"No, why did all the spirits gather in the center? Instead the outer buildings are empty? ”

Wenfeng questioned.

"What are they doing?"

"Maybe there's a chance to rescue Komatsu?"

Thinking of this, Wen Feng immediately took out the soul chasing talisman that was useless at the beginning from his body, and the soul chasing talisman that was rolled into a paper stick was ignited by Wen Feng as soon as he flung it.

There was no fire, but sparks, and the green smoke drifted out, and immediately drifted in one direction.

It worked!

Sure enough, it was the ghost domain space that cut off the connection.

Look at the green smoke like a thin line and keep looking at the center of the building a little to the side.

It's not the place where spirits gather the most, but there is a lot of fire fluttering there.

Wen Feng hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and flashed out.

When I thought of Brother Du's entrustment, when I thought of the skinny figure who had only been lying in bed for five days, and when I thought of the thin figure who overcame fear in the mountain stream to pick a souvenir for his benefactor, Wenfeng was shaken.

Alas, he is soft-hearted and nosy, and he loves to work! I don't know when I put my life into it.

After adding a few more layers of enchantment isolation aura to himself, Wen Feng's figure continued to move rapidly, looking for the best way to dodge.

Poking his head out from time to time to correct his direction, he was soon downhill through several streets, hidden in the shadow of a house.

Setting off again, just after walking through the two houses, Wen Feng frowned, turned around, opened the door of a house, and flashed in!

He saw two spirits approaching like guards patrolling the town.

Did you find him?

He didn't know, but he couldn't just catch it, it was too late to retreat.

It just so happened that there was no breath coming from the house next to him, so he hid inside.

Through the crack in the door, Wen Feng stared nervously at the street outside, and two spirits wearing ancient uniforms with long swords pinned to their waists had already walked in.

Suddenly, the two guards stopped, as if sensing something, and both looked over at the house.

Wen Feng's heart jumped, and in addition to desperately hiding his breath, he also tried to stabilize his emotions.

Fortunately, the two guards did not come over in the end, and continued to patrol ahead.

"Whew~"

Wen Feng breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground.

Each of the two patrolling guards just now was as powerful as the ghosts and immortals in their heyday, and their spiritual senses were so powerful that they scared people to death.

If you don't pay attention, you will be discovered, and with these two spirits alone, he could die a miserable death, not to mention that there are thousands more in the distance.

Even if not every one of them is that powerful, it's not something he can mess with.

However, Wen Feng felt that he was not as calm as he was last time when he went to Jushiling.

The number of spiritual power is one thing, he guesses that it is because his belief is not strong enough, maybe he feels that Komatsu can't compare with Min'er.

After calming his emotions, Wen Feng was about to act again, and just wanted to open the door and go out, a childish voice sounded behind him.

"Who's there?"

Wen Feng jumped up in fright, turned around and struck out with a palm thunderbolt.

"Ahh

A faint shadow on Wen Feng's back was suddenly blown away and fell into the corner, and it was rapidly dissipating.

"So weak?"

Wen Feng had a question in his heart, walked over quickly, and saw that the shadow that was dissipating was a little girl about three or four years old, and her painful face was slowly fading.

He suddenly couldn't bear it, and quickly drew a Yin Gathering Talisman out of thin air to help her gather Yin Qi, and at the same time, he drew several Talismans one by one to disperse the spiritual power that was constantly eroding her soul.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and the little girl stopped dissipating and slowly recovered, and only then did Wen Feng see her appearance clearly.

Delicate little face, pigtails, wearing a small pink national dress.

The big blinking eyes were full of doubt and fear.

"Who's there? Why can't I see you? ”

Wen Feng didn't say anything and looked at himself.

He had forgotten that he was still covered with an enchantment, and that the spirits could not see him.

He walked over slowly, wanting to take the little girl, and if she shouted, he would be exposed.

But at this time, another question arose in his heart, there were obviously spirits in this room, why he didn't notice it at first.

Is it because she's too weak?

The soul body is so transparent that it is almost impossible to see clearly, it is not a normal spirit form at all, no wonder.

But isn't it the most suitable for soul cultivation in the ghost space? How could she be in this state? It's like a body of yin qi has been drained.

In the end, he didn't make a move, but instead withdrew the invisibility barrier, revealing his figure.

The little girl saw Wen Feng suddenly flashing out, and took a few steps back in panic.

Seeing that Wen Feng didn't move, looking at her with a smile, she slowly let down her guard and began to be curious.

"Little sister, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you again."

"Who are you? Why did you come to my house? ”

"My name is Wenfeng, I'm here to find a kid, he's a little taller than you, a little older, about eight years old, have you seen him?"

Wen Feng was very gentle, afraid of scaring her.

Unexpectedly, the little girl didn't answer immediately when she heard Wen Feng say this, but asked with a frown.

"Eight, a little older than me? No, you're not as old as me, how old are you, big brother? ”

"I'm eighteen."

"Eighteen years old? Then I can't call you big brother, I should call you little brother. ”

Wen Feng was stunned, unable to cry or laugh.

"Little brother, I'm little brother? Little sister, how old are you? He even called me little brother. ”

"I'm over 300 years old."

The little girl said very seriously.

"Call me big sister!"

"Holy! I was taken advantage of by a little female ghost! ”

Wen Feng understands, this little sister is playing with him!

"Ahem, little sister, you won't ......"

"What does that eight-year-old little brother you just said look like? What is your name? ”

When Wen Feng just wanted to say, "You won't be playing with me", the little girl suddenly remembered what Wen Feng really wanted to ask just now.