"Don't." Without hesitation, Zi Ming immediately shook her head and refused.

He loves money, but it doesn't mean that he spares his life when he was in Lotus Town.

If it weren't for Jian Huazi's repeated assurances that he would not be able to kill people, he would dare to recruit thunder.

"In another mile, you will reach the country of luxury, and I don't know where the treasure is."

Zijun looked ahead, and a city wall covered with trees and vines loomed.

There were no soldiers standing on the towers, but wisteria trees!

The wisteria that falls down is swaying in the wind like a girl's hair,

The scenery is nothing like the rumored weird place.

"Wow!" Approaching the city wall, Ziming looked up at the surrounding scenery and couldn't help but exclaim.

On both sides of the aisle of the city gate, tall cherry blossom trees continue to float down pink petals.

The ground under your feet is like a thin layer of cloud powder.

The monks who came and went, as well as the ordinary people, had no intention of watching, and each ran for his livelihood.

Walking into the city walls, the pedestrians on the streets came and went in a hurry, without the slightest intention of idling, as if they were in a hurry to go home.

"The people here...... What's weird, Master, why don't we go and inquire? ”

Zi Ming looked up at Zi Jun, who nodded in agreement and walked into an inn.

Boom!

Bumped into a young sword cultivator, wearing blue clothes on the outside and black clothes on the inside.

After pretending to be Zijun, the young sword cultivator did not say anything, and continued to walk with his head down.

"Stop!" Zijun didn't care, but Ziming was not happy immediately!

Hearing someone call him, the young sword cultivator paused, hesitated for a moment and raised his foot to leave.

Seeing that the young sword cultivator did not stand still, Zi Ming jumped forward! kicked the young sword cultivator with a kick and ate.

This young sword cultivator, his cultivation is not in the realm of merging, otherwise he Ziming really can't take this young man.

"Let go of me!" The young sword cultivator raised his eyes to look at the sky, his eyes full of panic.

"Let go? bumped into my master, and I want to leave without letting go of a fart? If it weren't for Master teaching me to be kind-hearted, Master would have swallowed you in one bite! ”

Although Ziming's body is small, fortunately, he is already a master of the Mahayana period when he cultivates himself!

Although he can't live many years and step into the realm of immortals!

But in the mortal world, he is definitely the ancestor of the sect that opened a sect!

Porphyry~!

"Now you can let me go!" The young sword cultivator's face turned red, and he waited for Ziming with resentment.

Raising his hand was a slap on the back of his head, Ziming retched dryly, gritted his teeth, and said.

"Gross~! Master let you speak! Didn't tell you to fart! Cheap skin is not cleaned up! ”

After speaking, Zi Ming relied on his strong body to bring the young sword cultivator to Zijun.

"Master, this kid is a, or I'd better kill him."

Listening to Zi Ming's murderous mouth at every turn, Zi Jun sighed and taught.

"If you are going to kill someone for this little thing, don't all the people in this world deserve to die? Let go of him. ”

"Yes, Master!" In response, Zi Ming let go of the young sword cultivator's back collar.

Turning his head sideways and glaring at Zi Ming, the young sword cultivator looked at Zi Jun with a non-slackening expression.

"In Xia Huang City, it doesn't matter if you don't mention it, there are many offends in the previous things."

Looking up and down at the young sword cultivator who was a meter away, I saw that he had a goose egg face, round sword eyebrows, and a slightly straight nose.

The nose is like a dragon's nose, with red lips and white teeth, and it can be seen raw.

"What does it say that the monks and the people of the city come and go in a hurry, and seem unwilling to talk to people?"

Zijun got straight to the point, and when he learned the question raised by Zijun, the young sword cultivator glanced at the sky and said quickly.

"One midnight to a hundred ghosts walking at night! If you don't leave the city after midnight, you will surely die! ”

After speaking, the young sword cultivator couldn't be offended, and as soon as he pushed Ziming away, he wanted to run outside the inn.

Bang bang! The door to the inn is closed!

When the young sword cultivator saw this scene, he was terrified! Anxiously pushed with the shopkeeper.

"Let me out! It's not dark yet! There's still time! You......! ”

Before the young sword cultivator's words fell, the shopkeeper held against the door and shook his head.

"No! Never! It's almost time! If you open the door, you will attract evil spirits! ”

Looking at the shopkeeper's nervous and frightened expression, the young sword cultivator sat down on the ground in fright.

He looked down and thought for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and hurriedly got up and walked away from the shopkeeper.

Bang!

In a hurry, he retreated and bumped into Zijun again, turned around sharply and raised his sword scabbard and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

Seeing that it was Zijun, the young sword cultivator's complexion eased a lot, and without saying a word, he ran to the guest room on the second floor alone.

Looking at his strange demeanor, Zijun looked very puzzled.

"Shopkeeper, what do you mean when you say that there will be evil people entering the door?"

Zi Ming looked up at the middle-aged shopkeeper with a goatee and a gauze hat with a frightened expression and asked.

After locking the door of the inn, the shopkeeper did not immediately solve Ziming's doubts.

Walked behind the counter and held a golden incense burner covered with incense ash behind the door.

Three blood-colored incense sticks were taken out of the sleeve and inserted into the incense burner after lighting them.

"The door of the three ghosts in March is opened, please incense the gods to keep the ......"

Kowtowed three times to the incense burner, and the shopkeeper straightened up to solve Ziming's doubts.

"This place is called the Ghost Country, presumably the little Taoist should know, but it is unfortunate that you are here, today is the third day of March, and every time it is today, the ghost king will come to the mortal world to forage for food!"

That ghost king is very scary! The face is like a unicorn, and the nose is like an eagle's hook!

The eyes are like snakes, bulging outward! The lips are as black as a scorpion, and the teeth are black and sharp! There are three rows long!

"This is all handed down by the old man, and I don't know if it's true or not, although the ghost king is gone, the little one has seen the little ghost, that guy is very fierce!"

The shopkeeper explained, turned around and walked to the counter, and looked back at Zijun and reminded.

"Don't go out of the room at night, don't open anyone who knocks, if something happens, the little one is not responsible."

After speaking, the shopkeeper walked back to the counter and stepped on the dark lattice on the stone slab.

Boom! The slate slides away! A secret room came into the eyes of the shopkeeper.

The latter walked in with his feet up, and it was not until the figure disappeared that the heavy stone slab was closed.

"Master, it's so dangerous here, or ...... Let's use the immortal method and change places? ”

Zi Ming looked up at Zi Jun, pulled his robe, and said with a nervous expression.

Raising his hand and touching his head, Zijun walked towards the second floor of the inn with a light smile.

"What is so terrible about the demons in the world? It's just ugly, rest in peace, I have my own way. ”

Nodding happily, Ziming likes to listen to the second half of Zijun's sentence the most!

A hundred years ago, in the battle of Luoxian Mountain, Zijun said the same thing.

As a result, he is also alive and well now, outside Wisteria City! The streets were empty, and there was not a glimmer of light to be seen.

Call~!

A gust of wind blows! Roll up the white paper that has been spilled on the ground in the air!

Click! Bang bang bang!

There was a jumble of footsteps and smashing sounds!

In the alley, a strange figure in a skirt robe is looking around like a wolfdog!

In the moonlight, the half of the flesh and blood were blurred, with fangs, revealing half of the gray-blue pupils!

"Hey, hey! Hey! Human! "Strange creatures speak! Climb on high walls!

Sharp nails scratch the walls one after another with claw marks!

Bang dang!

Fall on top of the eaves! The tiles under your feet are clattering!

(End of chapter)