The foyer was tightly locked, and no one was moving around.

Chu Moyu felt a hint of terror.

The teleportation array glows.

He watched stupidly.

The sacrificial officer came out of it, led a group of demons, carried the tribute, and put it on the priest's offering table.

The priest said nonsense to the spirit tablet on the throne: "Worship the ghost grass face today." ”

Chu Moyu was stunned.

The offering table is full of ghost grass noodles.

Chu Moyu read an article from the Taoist classics.

In the local area, each temple has its own local ghosts to worship, which has never been seen.

Chu Moyu covered his mouth.

The priest returned, glanced at Chu Moyu, and grabbed Chu Moyu with a sneering smile and entered the formation together.

The teleportation array disappeared, and Chu Moyu fell from the sky and fell on his heels.

"Yikes! It's cold, it's stuffy. ”

Chu Moyu trembled, and the flying armor backpack on his back lost his mysterious power and could not be connected to the outside world.

One black and one white in front of him.

What kind of world is this?

Otherworldly?

Ghosts?

The Taoist classics record: An ancient castle, for which the day house! There is no teacher to guide the way, there is no way to lead away, the secret realm is secluded, the mysteries are mysterious, and there are few and sloppy. Often shocked in the mirage of the world, the old man often talks about this story, passed back and forth, and it becomes a strange talk of gods and ghosts.

It turns out that this ghost place is a chic hill, the feng shui is excellent and very steep and convex, hiding tens of thousands of years of ancient castles, where the four seasons of heaven and earth are never distinct, hanging with the reputation of thousands of years of darkness, called the day country house.

Every day, there are ghosts and spirits to worship the priests above.

There is a perennial stream here, the water flow is inexhaustible and the source can not be found, many void monsters are reproduced, ghosts patrol and lie dormant here day and night, every time there is a wind, it is unusually cold, a little wind blows, like an ice blade sweeping the grass.

The night of the ice wind is longer, the fog has a thousand years of remnants of the soul condensed, superimposed, the reflection is thousands, the weeds outside the city are overgrown, the stones are often dark, and they can often change suddenly.

There were two little ghosts, named Black and White Impermanence, they were inseparable, taking advantage of the gloomy opportunity, and it was a thunderstorm and lightning weather with strong wind and rain, and the castle was surrounded by dark clouds, and black and white impermanence was clearly visible from the fog, and quietly hid in the trees of the uninhabited and gloomy hills outside the castle. Outside the castle city, at this moment, the lonely ghosts and wild ghosts were screaming and wailing, and it was really a trouble. The bright moon in the sky is like being caught by a ghost, losing its bright moon veil, and the rows of trees outside the city, draped in lamp paper, Hei Xixi, with cold eyes, bow immediately, and the trees, obey orders, stand. Stone, freeze, wait-and-see.

There were creatures all around the castle, and the unusual weather caused them to move back and forth. In the ghost water of the cold pool, the dark fish gathered together, crying inexplicably, and the little monster fish were sad, they knew what was going to happen, so they had to be stunned and desperate, crying silently. Sure enough, a ghost spell that fell from the sky killed them, and the sweet soul was hooked by the black impermanence's soul hooking stick, and then sent to Bai Wuchang's mouth, Bai Wuchang sniffed it, licked the soul, and swallowed these small miscellaneous souls into his stomach in one bite.

"Ah, Meizi" Bai Wuchang swallowed. The refreshing and delicious fish soul failed to make Bai Wuchang feast. Such a magnificent castle in Yangyang, there is a black and white impermanence hidden in it that has been thinking about Meng Xiaobai for a long time.

Speaking of Meng Xiaobai, he is a grassy and leafy spirit animal, after thousands of years of practice, he transformed into a human form, and has lived in seclusion here for eleven years. In the past eleven years, the owner of the castle wrote a ban on the door, using the technique of yin magic to drive away the yin people, so that Meng Xiaobai survived the catastrophe. The thunder is rolling, the light of the flash killing, the aggressive momentum, and the unforeseen momentum, the yin gods who knew this unusually heavy rain have abdicated one after another to make way, and the embarrassed yin gods hid in the land and fell asleep peacefully.

In addition to sleeping peacefully, there is no breath of killing, this is the law of survival of the soul here, unlike the human world, where black and white impermanence is reasonable and reasonable.

Those yin gods avoid the edge, and let you slaughter whoever you are black and white. Black Impermanence bared his sharp fangs, dancing with a soul grabber in his hand, and he pounced on the castle with joy, followed by Bai Impermanence sneering rampantly, and the ghost man sneered and sneered, and grabbed here in a frenzy. One is so ferocious and ferocious, and the other is a ghost that eats souls and doesn't spit out bones, grabbing here. Crazy ghosts, cheering and jumping to their heart's content, no one can escape tonight without the protection of God's barrier.

The two ghosts shouted, "Take the soul!" ”

Wait!

The two yin ghosts, seeing the man, stopped in fear. The footsteps of that person were so quiet, and there was a beautiful panting, and the figure fell in front of the black and white impermanence. In the millennium, there will be a person who can save the soul that wanders away from here, and in the mountains, there are high people waiting here. I can faintly see that his appearance is dressed in rain grass clothes, and a red silk scarf is tied to his head, and the word "Fu Ghost" is written on the scarf! He played a little song, chewed a small straw pole in his mouth, and carried a bright red lantern, and walked towards here. The sound of footsteps, the more powerful it gets, the closer it gets here, the sonorous and powerful steps. Every step is shaken, giving the soul the power of blessing.

"The ghost boy has returned." Many souls prayed for blessings, and he finally returned.

The figure faded away and walked back towards the castle, his shop and his home. Black and white impermanence recognized the ghost boy, who had not seen him for many years and had a lot of energy, two life-urging ghosts, so he had to hide his head in frustration, and hibernated, for fear of being played by this kid, and he was also kicked a few times by this kid back then.

The black clouds faded away, and the moonlight shone down on the castle. The fire of the Yin God's divine aura slowly transformed, forming a wall and beginning to guard.

The ghost boy was very unwilling, and patted the big wooden door of the castle and shouted, "Meng Xiaobai, open the door!" ”

Chu Moyu also followed.

Chu Moyu asked, "Brother Fu Ghost, can you send me back?" ”