The river is like ink, bubbling with a rolling dead air, although it is not more than three zhang wide, but Yan Qing can't cross it. If it was outside, even if it was a distance of five hundred zhang, Yan Qing would be able to leap over with just one boost.

"What kind of river is this, and why is it so weird?"

Yan Qing wandered by the river, her eyes fell on the female ghost from time to time, and the female ghost also spit out at Yan Qing from time to time, and her blood-red tongue, which was almost as tall as her, looked a little terrifying.

The female ghost couldn't get out of the arched bridge, it wouldn't hurt him, and Yan Qing didn't pay attention to her, but was thinking about how to cross the river.

This ink-like river of death seems to divide the entire ancient city into two, with the outer city outside the dead river and the inner city inside the dead river. According to Yan Qing's guess, this dead river is likely to enclose the inner city, although there are many arch bridges on the river, but there will be a different evil ghost guarding the bridge on each arch bridge, and people will not cross the bridge.

The Dead River could not be crossed, and the only way to find a way was to find a way on the arch bridge.

Yan Qing's gaze fell on the female ghost again, even if it is an evil ghost, it should have weaknesses, maybe as long as you find their weaknesses, you can cross the arch bridge. It's just that he doesn't know what the weakness of this female ghost is, and he can't test it rashly. In order to confirm whether the inner city was surrounded by this dead river, Yan Qing began to walk along the river again, and sure enough, she saw arch bridges on the way.

These arch bridges are carved from a huge stone, and many of them still have some sword marks on them.

Moreover, on the arch bridge, I encountered the ghost of detaining souls, hair eaters, supernatural ghosts, saliva-eating ghosts, blood paste ghosts, wasted ghosts, cane ghosts, Luotou clans, swift ghosts, yellow father ghosts, painted skin ghosts, child and mother ghosts, hanging boots ghosts, and knife labor ghosts......

Each arched bridge was guarded by an evil ghost, which opened Yan Qing's eyes along the way, but then a wry smile appeared on his face, because he already knew the result without continuing to walk.

By the Dead River, Yan Qing was wandering, her eyes staring at an arched bridge, her brows furrowed tightly.

After a while, he felt as if something was peeking at him behind him, and he couldn't help but turn his head suddenly, but he didn't see anything. Puzzled, he glanced around, but didn't find anything abnormal, and muttered: "I don't know what happened to the fourteenth master, I won't be killed by that thing, right?"

After not seeing the Fourteenth Master appear for a long time, Yan Qing was also a little worried, although she knew that the dead old man was not simple, and he would not die so easily, but this place was too weird, and anything could happen. After a while, he shook his head, no longer thinking about the Fourteenth Master, and his eyes fell on the arched bridge again, thinking about how to cross the bridge.

On this arch bridge is a wild ghost, commonly known as the "lonely ghost wild ghost", at this time is standing quietly in front of the railing, slightly tilting his head to the bright moon, a picture of homesickness.

That look looks like a poet who is worried about the country and the people.

Those who die in a foreign land and cannot return to their roots will become lonely ghosts, and their greatest wish is to return to their hometown. But because of the bones, they had to wander far away for a long time, and out of this residual thought, they often appeared on the roadside to listen to the ...... of their hometown

Yan Qing carefully recalled the records of lonely souls and wild ghosts in her mind, so it seemed that the fallen leaves returned to their roots had become its weakness, but if the fallen leaves returned to their roots, they had to bring their bones back to their hometown for burial.

But where did Yan Qing go to find its bones, and where did she take it to bury it?

Alas, this wild ghost doesn't know how many thousands of years it has existed, and how can he help it but wish, thinking of this, Yan Qing couldn't help but shake his head.

Whoosh –

A white light was like a bolt of lightning, speeding past behind Yan Qing, and the speed was extremely fast. When he suddenly looked back, he saw a white light flickering in the distance.

"White light?"

Yan Qing's brows furrowed tightly, and she knew in her heart that it was not a white light at all, but because the speed of that thing was so fast, it looked like a white light.

He had already sensed as if something was watching him.

Is that it?

"Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, the sun and the moon are bright, and the sun and moon are bright, and the sun and the moon are full of ......"

At this moment, in the direction where the white light disappeared, the old and hoarse voice was heard again. The sound was still vicissitudes, with a mythical charm, reaching Yan Qing's ears and rippling in the sky above the ancient city.

Yan Qing showed a strange look on her face, pondered for a while, and chased down the voice.

Walking all the way down a street and running to a street corner, Yan Qing saw a pair of innocent eyes on a dark street on the right. At this moment, he stopped, his eyes were very surprised, and he saw a little snow-white fox lying on the side of the street.

This little fox has a special aura on its body, a bit like the smell of a scholar, and its eyes are pure and innocent, not like some ghost or murderous thing, but like a spiritual thing.

"How can there be a little fox here?"

Yan Qing was really surprised, and then the little fox turned into a white light and disappeared in a flash.

"It turned out to be you just now. ”

Yan Qing couldn't help but smile, and chased the little fox down the street, walking and walking, and suddenly stopped. He found that the little fox seemed to be leading him down, and he was slightly puzzled, but after thinking about it, he continued walking. The speed of the little fox was very fast, but it stopped and waited for Yan Qing every time it walked, and when Yan Qing was about to arrive, it disappeared again.

"I'm going to see, where are you going to lead me?"

Although Yan Qing knew the little fox's intentions, she couldn't help but be curious and followed step by step, and it was just a little fox, so it shouldn't cause him any harm.

Besides, this little fox doesn't look like a big thing.

But as he turned the corner on the third street, he saw a large wooden stick as thick as a bucket swing at his head, so fast and so powerful that he couldn't dodge it.

Touch!

A loud noise was followed by sawdust, and the bucket-like wooden stick seemed to explode, and Yan Qing felt that his head was hit hard by a sledgehammer. Then he was dizzy, and his eyes were shining with stars, and at that moment he faintly saw a black figure nearly a foot high.

It's just that the huge black figure is a little strange, it doesn't look like a human, but like a big bird. However, there were bursts of lewd laughter in my ears.

"Haha, little bit, well done. ”

The huge black figure smiled, said appreciatively to the little fox, and then began to grope around Yan Qing's body. Touching it, the face of the black figure changed, and he was a little unwilling to touch it again, but only touched a few useless things.

I couldn't help but scold: "Poor ghost!"

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