"Five years ago, Poor Dao came to Fengdu to investigate the matter, but found nothing. Unexpectedly, early this morning, Poor Dao suddenly received a message from his disciple Zhu Xiang, bluntly saying that there is a big demon here. When the poor Dao arrived, just like five years ago, he still found nothing, until the Taoist friend appeared. ”

Mo Chuan was stunned in his heart, the old farmer who used yarrow as the incense couldn't be the disciple of the Hanging True Daoist, right?

"And this?"

Mo Chuan pretended to be surprised and asked for details again and again.

It turned out that this missing disciple was called Luo Shi.

Five years ago, passing by Fengdu, I accidentally found that there was a ghost baby infested by one of the four ghosts of the Daomen, and under the great joy, the messenger was stationed in the ghost hunt, and since then, there has been no trace, and there has been no response.

Speaking of which, I have to mention the inheritance of Qingwei Palace.

In Qingwei Palace, there is a rule of "five ghosts sit on their lives".

That is, every time you practice for a period of time, you have to leave the mountain gate and catch a ghost to come back, which is not only to help the world, but also to cultivate the way.

Five ghosts can be out of the teacher.

From a certain point of view, the five ghosts also mark the Dao foundation of the disciples of the Qingwei Palace.

Therefore, the disciples of Qingwei Palace often searched all over the world in order to catch the fierce ghost, and did not return to the mountain gate until the last moment.

It is not surprising why Luoshi is stranded in Fengdu.

It must be known that babies are already weak, and even if they die violently, it will be difficult to form evil ghosts, at most there will be a little remnant of their souls, struggling to survive between heaven and earth.

It won't be long before it will be scattered.

Mo Chuan has seen the case of drowning a baby girl and entangled his younger brother.

However, there are always exceptions.

Under rare circumstances, some babies are born with a full soul.

This ghost baby is born unintelligent and ferocious, and in order to survive, it will follow its instinct to devour all souls.

If it is not detected in time, it will become a catastrophe.

"Fengdu people are prosperous, and their families have many children and grandchildren, and they are even unbearable. There are not a few people who drown babies, so it seems that it is really possible to give birth to ghost babies here. Mo Chuan groaned.

"Daoyou's words are extreme, but under the investigation of the poor Dao, he found that not only are there no ghost babies here, but even the remnants of the soul have not been found, which is really grotesque." The Hanging Truth Daoist echoed the Dao.

Mo Chuan stretched out his hand and twisted his brows, feeling more and more confused.

Could it be that this place is the entrance to the underworld, and the ghosts who fall into this place will all fall into the underworld?

"Since there is no room for ghosts here, it is better to ...... Shall I lure them with ghosts? ”

Mo Chuan's heart moved, and he proposed.

Hang Zhen was stunned.

"The murderer will be fooled?"

"Just try it."

"It's okay, the poor road is good at detaining ghosts, there are countless imps in the gourd, just take a few to lure the murderer."

Xuan Zhen said, patted the treasure on his waist, spewed out a few wisps of ghost qi, and turned into a few ghosts on the ground.

Then, he touched the wall again, causing the underworld to come out and invite Mo Chuan to leave.

"Fellow Daoists, let's leave first, and when the poor Dao takes off his body and turns into a ghost, he will be grotesque here."

Mo Chuan left with his hands.

Hanging Zhen was full of doubts when he heard this, and he didn't wait long, Mo Chuan went and returned, his body was no longer in the flesh, and he was full of ghosts and incense, as if he had turned into a ghost and fairy.

"Daoyou is really ...... Good skills! Hanging Zhen was inexplicably surprised, such a method has already exempted the suffering of reincarnation.

"Refutation of miscellaneous learning, see laughter and laugh." Mo Chuan returned the salute.

After that, Xuan Zhen borrowed the ghost road from the underworld and left the hotel, leaving only Mo Chuan and a few little ghosts waiting here.

The night was long.

Mo Chuan had the heart to comprehend the mystical method to kill time, but he was afraid of being attacked by surprise, so he could only pull out a book at will, and look at it casually without a glance.

The sundial gradually shifts, and the light flows.

The rooms gradually fell silent, except for the occasional sound of flipping books and the sound of a watch coming from the depths of the city.

The night slowly leaked through the cracks in the window lattice, as if the fog gradually covered the outlines of the tables and chairs, a gust of wind blew, and a baby's face loomed through the mist, slowly opening its mouth full of fangs.

"Whew-"

The sea of fog rolls, fangs appear, and a fishy wind blows!

I saw a big mouth of blood, cracked behind the ear, and bit Mo Chuan's head.

"Small!"

Mo Chuan put down the script, a flash of excitement flashed on his face, and he saw a large mouth of blood in front of him, which suddenly shrank like a jujube pit.

Anything that gets smaller looks cute.

The same is true for ghost babies.

"Whew-"

The ghost baby with a hideous face bit the script in Mo Chuan's hand, and desperately shook his head left and right, tearing the prey.

"Click-"

The paper of the script cracked, and a spell fell into the air, binding it into a ball and throwing it into the sacrificial furnace.

"I want to see who ...... it"

Before Mo Chuan's words fell, he stopped abruptly.

Inn...... It's gone!

As far as the eye could see, there were ruined walls, and he was standing on top of a crumbling wooden building, looking out at the ruined city.

Looking up at the sky, the sky was hazy, and a blood-colored moon looked at the earth.

"Babble-"

Like a baby's cry, it came from the dark corner next to it, and I saw two ghost babies gnawing on a few little ghosts.

——It is left by the people of the Hanging Truth.

"Hell!"

When Mo Chuan saw this, his face changed slightly.

The four ghosts of the Daomen have always been extremely rare, his luck is amazing, he has walked the rivers and lakes for nearly a year, except for the green ghosts of the Hanging True Daoist, all he sees is the headless ghost and the woman in red.

Three heads popped up in front of you?

How amazing?

"Whew-"

Suddenly, after the two ghost babies finished eating the little ghosts, their eyes immediately turned scarlet and rushed towards Mo Chuan.

"Small!"

Mo Chuan's old technique was repeated, and then his way was cut, and the evil curse was used to suppress it, and it was stuffed into the sacrificial furnace.

"Roar—roar—"

In the ruins in the distance, there was a faint roar of ghosts.

Mo Chuan's face became serious, and he hurriedly retrieved his body from the sacrificial furnace, and summoned the Sanjing Sword, so that he had time to look at this ruined city.

Judging from the outline of the collapse of the building, this ruined city should not be Fengdu.

It's not an illusion!

When he was refining his spirit, he had already seen it with his etheric vision, and the ruins in front of him were definitely not illusions.

As for dreams?

He hurriedly ran the Dream Clearing Technique, and when the spell was unhindered, he quickly eliminated this speculation.

"It looks more like a ...... Underworld! ”

"Could it be that there are no ghosts and ghosts in Fengdu, and all of them have run here?"

Listening to the faint howl, Mo Chuan briefly discerned the direction, and then jumped off the crumbling wooden building and followed the sound.

The scarlet blood light plated the ruins with a layer of blood, but it could not illuminate the dark corner.

"Whoa—"

The piercing sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from behind.

The sword of the three scenes rises, the sword light flashes, and the ghost baby is attacked through the hole!

However, the ghost baby seemed to be unaware, and continued to swoop in, biting the back of Mo Chuan's head.

"Roar!"

A dragon head emerged from the back of Mo Chuan's head and swallowed the ghost baby in one gulp.

- It is the thousand-year-old remnant of the volley.

Seeing this, the ghost baby "banged", turned into a ghost mist in the sky, avoided the bite of the real dragon, scattered and invisible, and shrouded Mo Chuan.

【Boiled stone】

Mo Chuan drank in his heart, and in an instant, Yuan Qi sprayed thinly, and a large amount of foul-smelling smoke evaporated from the ghost qi.

"Babble-"

The ghost baby was in pain, and finally knew that he was afraid, and it was as fast as the wind, and it was swept into the ruins and disappeared.

"Four-Armor Ghost Baby!"

Mo Chuan didn't chase after him, his expression became more and more serious.

There are too many ghost babies in this place, right?

If all the howls are ghost babies...... An inexplicable fear hit my heart.

(End of chapter)