The crane-haired old man was ecstatic in his heart.

The gray-white spirit hid in the water, silently approaching the light boat.

The white-haired man on the light boat seemed to be unaware, still looking ahead without squinting, and his posture was like a rock.

Until, the spirit passed through the bottom of the boat and sank into the center of his feet.

As if he had realized something, he lowered his gaze and glanced at it absently. That look was like looking at a grasshopper that had accidentally landed on him.

And didn't kill right away.

"What is this place?"

"Inside me. ”

"Your body...... No, who are you?!"

"My name is Nanming. ”

South Underworld?

The crane-haired old man pondered for a moment, and always felt that this name sounded a little familiar.

But there were only some, he didn't remember where he had heard of them, and that's not the point...... The point is, what is the situation now? Isn't he taking away a lonely young monk?

Why did you suddenly come into a place with a black rumbling?

Don't......

He thought of a terrible guess, could this young man be an old monster pretending to be tender, restraining his cultivation through the sky, making him look away, and now he is just playing with himself?!

"Senpai?"

He shouted tentatively in a trembling voice.

Then I heard a faint "um".

“...... The villain has eyes and does not know Mount Tai, offending the predecessors Tianyan, and hoping to forgive the sin!"

The more people who practice to high places, the more they cherish their lives.

Especially an evil cultivator like the old man, who originally acted without taboos, if he could save his life, what would be the matter of kneeling down and begging for mercy.

Even if you can't get over your face, at most you will secretly remember it in your heart, and you will kill it back when your cultivation is high in the future.

When the time comes, no one will dare to say that it is not ......

However.

The words of confession were spoken, but there was no response.

The old man felt a strong uneasiness in his heart, and begged for mercy again: "Senior, the villain is just for a glimmer of life, and he has absolutely no intention of offending.

Still no response.

“...... I beg my predecessors to spare my life, and the little one is willing to be a cow and a horse in the next life, and he will also repay the great kindness of his predecessors!"

"Be a cow and a horse?"

Nan Ming touched his chin thoughtfully, this sentence has some meaning, and someone has said this to himself before.

The last person who said this later repented.

He deliberately went to Huangquan to get that guy's true spirit back and stuff it into a horse, which can be regarded as fulfilling this wish.

- Whatever you say about being a cow or a horse is a lie.

"Former ...... Seniors?"

"Hmm. ”

Nan Ming lazily answered. He liked it and didn't mind hearing it a few more times.

This gave him a feeling of being in the play.

However, this noncommittal attitude made the old man's heart like a cat scratching and fidgeting.

He trembled and said: "I don't know how the seniors can let me go, if there is any request, the small ones will definitely do it! I just ask the seniors to calm their anger, and don't care about the minor offenses......

"No more chatting, it's here. ”

The old man was interrupted before he could finish his words.

Then the boundless darkness surged in, instantly drowning his soul, and even the last trace of true spirit melted into indescribable terror, and there was no chance of reincarnation.

But the light boat was sailing into a cave.

The entrance was extremely narrow, like a thin slit split by a giant's axe in the mountain wall, high and narrow, and the inside was dark and gloomy, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Soon after, the terrain suddenly opened up.

As the river descends, the water becomes more and more gentle, and it joins a wide underground river.

The stalactites are upside down, and the strange stones are craggy.

I don't know how long I was driving, but suddenly there was a fire in front of me.

It was a yellowish phosphor fire, like a ghost, floating quietly on the water.

The light boat sailed through the water.

Nan Ming took out a small notebook, lit the fire, and excerpted the lines of the crane-haired old man begging for mercy before he died, and carefully recorded it in the notebook.

If you don't accumulate steps, how can you reach thousands of miles.

If you don't accumulate small streams, how can you become rivers and seas?

acting skills are slowly improved in the accumulation of little by little in this usual......

"Bell!"

Someone suddenly sounded the gong on his side, and the light boat was stopped.

Only then did he come back to his senses and realize that the place had arrived.

I saw that there was a stone tablet in front of me, on which were two powerful characters carved with axes and chisels - "Ghost Collection".

Its traces are dark red, and the calligraphy is evil and crazy.

A hand was handed over next to him, and Nan Ming threw out a handful of spirit yuan, and without looking at it, he continued to move forward.

He now has a very wealthy family......

"Hey, white-haired kid. ”

In the water surface of the boat, some people shouted on the plank roads on the rock walls on both sides, "I've come back from outside, and I've got a lot of spirit yuan! Are you interested in coming to see my stall, but it's all good things......

The light boat did not stop.

The so-called ghost collection is naturally for selling things.

The reason why it is built underground is only because most of the things sold are shady things.

That is, the black market.

However, this is only the outer part of the ghost set, not far from the door. Those who sell things on the periphery have no storefronts, so they can only set up stalls, and the goods they sell are also very average.

As the boat continued to move forward, a ray of light suddenly leaked from above, through the dust and mist, and into the dark water.

This is an extremely deep rift valley, on both sides of the dark river is the top of the cliff, the wall is dug out of a cave, hung a plaque, paved with goods, is the store inside the ghost set.

The light boat stopped in front of a lower shop, and Nanming jumped up and landed silently.

There was a sound of striking iron from inside, and when he entered, the blacksmith did not seem to react, and still pulled the hammer again and again.

The other hand grabbed the wine bag and poured it into his throat with a "grunt".

At the end, there was a loud hiccup.

"Wine is sad, and sorrow is even more sorrowful. ”

Nan Ming said.

The blacksmith coughed violently as if choking. He looked up, and his unkempt and unkempt face, his eyes had been gouged out, and only two hollows remained.

He was blind.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ...... You're back?"

"It's back. ”

"Did you find anything?"

"Nope. ”

The blacksmith was silent for a moment, then comforted, "Don't worry. You still have a lot of time, unlike me, an old ghost, who doesn't have a few years to live. Someday, you'll all remember it......"

"Old Ghost Xu," Nan Ming suddenly asked, "What kind of person do you think I am?"

"You?"

The man burped again, and his body began to shake a little, "Isn't it funny that you ask a blind man such a question?" hahahaha...... Hiccup!"

"Don't use your eyes, see with your heart. ”

Old Ghost Xu stopped talking.

After a while, the sound of snoring sounded, and he fell asleep standing up.

"Overdrawn life, damaged soul, you ...... Must have done something against the sky...... Actually, you can still not die, and there is no loss in cultivation, but ...... Lost some memories ......"

The drunkard's mouth seemed to be talking in a daze, "Heaven treats you very well!"

"You're drunk. ”

Nan Ming stretched out his finger and poked it gently, and Old Ghost Xu's body fell like a mountain, lying on the ground and snoring.

This time I really slept.

He stepped over Old Ghost Xu, twisted open the secret door of the stone wall, and walked into a stone room.

There was a table, a bed, and a sword.

The blood-red sword of hatred.

It was stuck straight into the ground, the tip of the sword sinking only a little into the stone, but it was surrounded by a dark red blood stain that encircled it like a cage.

This blood is still alive, leaving a trace of the consciousness of the Southern Underworld, so that it will not erode through the entire underground.

Seeing Nan Ming come in, the sword let out a hum and began to tremble slightly.

Exactly five years.

It has been "penalized" here for five whole years.

Since five years ago, Old Ghost Xu inadvertently fished Nanming out of the dark river and brought it back to the ghost set. It was thrown into this closed stone chamber and left unattended.

As a peerless blade, it is extremely sad and indignant to not be able to fight and drink blood.

However, a blood sword was too conspicuous, and it refused to hide in its body, so Nan Ming put it here. I don't worry about being discovered by Old Ghost Xu, because that person is a real blind man, and his cultivation is completely lost, and he can't even release his divine thoughts.

The ghost set is a place that cannot be seen.

The people who come here, none of them have a little story that can't be told.

As for the story behind Old Ghost Xu, or the accident, he has no intention of exploring. In the ghost collection, it is a big taboo to explore other people's pasts.

The ruler of the ghost set is a holy realm power called the ghost saint of the mountain, and it is said that he is one foot away from the void.

Entering the ghost set means being protected by the ghost saint.

Paying the entrance fee once at the door is only enough to stay here for a month, and then double it next month and double it the next month...... Unless you open a store inside like Xu Laogui, as long as you pay the rent on time every month, you won't be kicked out.

Nanming really likes it here.

Because, there are all kinds of people here, and it is a good place to get materials.

He walked over, pulled up the trembling bloody sword, and stuffed it into a freshly made scabbard. Then carry it around your waist and take it away.

Ten years on, it's time for him to appear.

There seemed to be some noise outside, and Nanming walked out and saw many people flying towards the depths of the ghost gathering, like hungry tigers grabbing food.

So he grabbed someone and asked, "What's going on?"

"Who are you, let go of me!"

"Don't say it. ”

Nanming "clicked" and twisted his neck, and grabbed another person next to him, "Can you tell me, what's going on up ahead?"

His tone was gentle.

The person who was caught in his hands was so cold that his teeth trembled, and he said quickly like a bamboo tube pouring beans: "Someone stole the egg of the earth dragon beast raised by the Black Bolt King, and he wants to sell it at the ghost fair!

"Black Bolt?"

"Yes, yes, he is a very powerful evil cultivator, and he has the great cultivation of the Divine Realm! Someone dares to steal his things, it really eats the heart of a wolf and a leopard! That's all I know, senior, can I go?"

Nan Ming casually threw away this person and drove forward.

Before he could get close, he saw a surge of people in front of him, scattering. The two figures broke through the water one after the other, chasing each other and rushing towards this side.

"Don't you want to leave this place today!"