We had lunch at Yuan Zexi's house, and after listening to Grandma Luo, she went to take a nap, and Nai Qing returned to the bronze ring, leaving me and Yuan Zexi to chat with each other.

"You're also from the Daomen?"

"My mother is a teacher, my father is in another village, I just secretly studied with the strange people at the end of the village for a while when I was with my grandmother, and I didn't get ready for it." Yuan Zexi took a dog's tail grass in his mouth and crossed Erlang's legs.

"Which sect do you belong to?" I asked.

"The master of the rivers and lakes does not distinguish between factions, just a feng shui disciple. What, you want to pull me into the army? ”

"Would you like to?"

"I want to be free more than to be imprisoned by my teacher." He said lightly.

I know very well that I may not be on the same path as him, but it is still a pity that I have no fate.

"I didn't say it was completely impossible." He looked at me with some tears and laughter, and continued: "If I am given a reason to follow you willingly, it is not impossible. ”

"For example?"

"Fight with the heavens and save the people!"

I silently scolded in my heart that this old boy is worthy of being the one who looks at My Little Pony.

It was getting late, so I took my cloth bag and prepared to go and see what clues there were by the river.

I walked towards the village by feeling the night road, and kept asking Nai Qing about the bronze coffin along the way, especially the number of roads behind the praying mantis catching cicadas and the yellow finch, but why did the man do this? How could it be so precisely arranged?

Nai Qing was also puzzled, but one thing was certain, the man came for her bronze coffin.

I asked the question I've always had in my heart: "Nai Qing, is there anything special about your bronze coffin?" Why was it sealed, and why was it snatched away?

Nai Qing was silent for a long time and did not speak.

I asked her if she couldn't tell me, so I heard Nai Qing say coquettishly: "Idiot, how can there be a secret between me and you!" Just say it, you may not believe it, I don't know what is specifically sealed in the bronze coffin, since the moment I turned into a demon soul to cultivate, I can't remember anything before I died!"

"I only know that my name is Nai Qing, and I am a fox demon."

Listening to Naqing's answer, I was amazed.

"Zhou You, you have hugged my bronze coffin, and you have also seen the sealing runes on it, you should know the stakes! If there was once a master who killed my demon body and sealed it in a bronze coffin, then he would never let go of my demon soul, but my demon soul escaped a catastrophe, so even I have always felt that my life was very strange!"

I frowned and said, "This is really strange! When we find the bronze coffin, we may find a way to open it, and we may be able to understand what is going on.

Nai Qing smiled stupidly: "Can you have the ability to unlock the seal of the copper coffin?"

I snorted and said, "Well, I'm also the thirty-fourth generation lineage disciple of the Xuanyin Sect of the Eight Classics now, that's not for sure!"

Nai Qing's crisp and pleasant laughter continued, and she asked me again: "Then dare to ask this inheritance disciple, do you know that you are lost!?"

Listening to Nai Qing's question, I reacted.

I don't know when the ghost obstacle technique fell in the mountains and forests, and I was walking around the ghost wall in a big circle.

My face turned red, and I didn't even pay attention to it.

I pinched the trick in my hand, and silently used the void spirit soil to disturb the mountain and forest qi, and as soon as I stepped on the earth, the earth qi surged, and I immediately broke the low-level ghost barrier technique of this obstacle.

As I walked forward, I quickly came out of the forest and saw the river.

Under the moonlight, the river flows quietly, and a faint and hazy mist shrouds the surface of the river, faintly revealing the reflected moonlight on the water surface, everything seems so quiet and quiet.

But in my feelings, streams of yin qi gushed out from the bottom of the river, condensing but not dissipating.

The river water belongs to yin, and at night, it will gather yang and return to yin, and the yang energy collected during the day will be returned to yin qi and released, so it is the most likely to do evil things in the water at night.

I walked slowly to the river, and felt the heavy yin under the river, especially the resentment of the person who had died in vain, just at night near the river made people feel hairy.

With my appearance, the yang energy of my body stirred up the yin energy in the river, just like a magnet meeting a magnetic powder, and the condensed yin qi gradually drifted towards me, and the yin and cold penetrated the body, even if the clothes wrapped around the body could not stop it.

"Woo..."

The wind rolled up, and with the wind came there were mournful weepings, and the grievances were a little infiltrating.

For any ordinary person, I'm afraid that the moment he heard this voice, he would have been frightened.

"Zhou You, it seems, should be a resentful spirit."

Nai Qing reminded me, but I also clearly felt the yin energy of the ghosts in the river.

"In the water... It's a bit hard to deal with!"

"Are you scared?" Nai Qing sneered mischievously: "If you're afraid, run away!" Before this spirit appears, you can still run away!"

"No, no, I'm just a little nervous..."

I blushed and explained to her that it was impossible not to be nervous, that it was the first time I had faced a ghost alone.

Although I have a number of skills, I still have a little bit of confidence.

"It's out!"

Needless to say, I saw it too.

Suddenly a female ghost in red floated on the surface of the river, she only had a body and no legs, floating back and forth on the water.

An ethereal cry wandered among the mountains.

I watched this scene with my fear.

The female ghost seemed to be looking for something, and her mournful cry whimpered and made my heart furious.

Suddenly, a pair of severed feet appeared from the river wearing red shoes.

The severed feet lifted their steps and walked towards me, leaving a visible trail of bloody footprints behind each step.

The female ghost of the river stopped drifting on the surface of the river, her back to me, but her head turned a hundred and eighty degrees, her blue eyes on her gloomy pale face, and her terrible eyes stared at me tightly.

A shrill howl rang out from the female ghost's mouth, and she raised her withered hand to me.

"it!" I exclaimed, frightened.

The broken foot in the red shoes walked faster and faster, getting closer and closer to me.