Qin Chuan entered the Yin Wind Valley and came to a night market.

The clamor of the night market came and went.

Qin Chuan walked slowly in the night market, and could sense that this was completely a ghost. Yin Lingzhi and some unspeakable strange existence combined to create a ghost.

With his current cultivation, he really couldn't see the whereabouts of Yin Lingzhi at a glance.

"Guest officer, do you want to taste fresh xingan'er?" An enthusiastic vendor holds a snakeskin bag and opens the mouth of the bag, revealing that it is full of washed xingan'er.

The hearts of fresh people, like freshly slaughtered beef, are still beating and wriggling.

Although the vendors are enthusiastic, their expressions are very wooden.

Qin Chuan ignored him and wanted to get past him.

The vendor stopped in front of him, his hand touching Qin Chuan's clothes.

Then a scream rang out.

As soon as the vendor touched Qin Chuan, he was immediately sucked dry, and the xingan'er on the ground rolled to the ground, while the vendor turned into a human skin with phosphorus fire.

The part of the human face let out a strange and twisted howl.

For this ghost transformed into a vendor, Qin Chuan is more like a ghost.

After the vendors shouted, all the stalls in the ghost market, red lanterns from nowhere hung in rows, illuminating the ghost market like a blood-colored lake.

Many pedestrians came and went, haggling with the vendors.

And these pedestrians, with a big hole in their chests, are empty, as if they don't know that their internal organs have been hollowed out.

Or rather, I think it's normal.

Because Qin Chuan walked all the way, many pedestrians looked at him and felt as if they had seen a ghost.

Someone whispered,

"Look this guy is weird."

"He doesn't have a hole in his chest, is it a ghost?"

"It's scary!"

"I heard that this night market is haunted, but no one believes it."

"By the way, what are we going to buy here?"

"Guest, this is a fresh person."

"Oh, yes, yes, buy fresh people."

When the pedestrians saw Qin Chuan, they whispered and were scared at the same time, and they avoided it one after another. When Qin Chuan heard them speak, it was extremely normal, and they all had a vivid expression.

It makes him seem like he's the anomaly, the ghost.

Bargaining with the vendors, the customers who buy things like yaozi and xingan'er are normal people.

If people live in a ghost world, people are ghosts, and ghosts are people.

Qin Chuan had a ridiculous thought in his heart.

How to define the yang and the underworld?

Who is alive and who is dead?

Did the Seven Swords of Heaven Intercept kill him, or did they bring him back to life?

For him, the ghost city is not a real horror, but the internal logic really makes Qin Chuan terrified.

"Raw?"

"Dead?"

"People?"

"Ghosts?"

When he was confused, those pedestrians also became bold and surrounded Qin Chuan one after another.

"The ghost is frozen."

"Everyone uses people's hearts, people's hearts, and people's livers...... Stone him to death. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, the devil is afraid of this." There are enthusiastic vendors clamoring.

"Makes sense. The ghost must be afraid of this, let's not be afraid of this ghost and kill him. ”

"Can ghosts still be killed?"

"I've heard that ghosts also die."

One vendor raised his hand, "I testify that ghosts are really going to die." ”

The guests nodded their heads.

Everyone says that, and it's certainly true.

"Kill this ghost!"

A lump of people's hearts, human livers, and human yao were thrown towards the place where Qin Chuan was.

Qin Chuan was hit by xinganyaozi and others.

Rumble!

A thunderclap sounded, and a huge wave lifted the surrounding stalls and pedestrians, and Xingan's spleen and lungs were scattered on the ground, smashing into a bloody paste.

The vendor in the stall next to him held a sharp knife and stabbed Qin Chuan hard.

The sharp knife was cut off inch by inch, and Qin Chuan landed on the hawker with a backhand punch, immediately blasting the other party into a ball of black mud. There was green smoke pouring into Qin Chuan's body, making Qin Chuan's face turn red and become more and more radiant.

The stall was destroyed outright, but it seemed to have caused a chain reaction. The pedestrians on the street, as well as the stall owners of other stalls, all threw themselves at Qin Chuan's body together.

They all had dull expressions on their faces at the moment, and there was no anger in their eyes.

Especially the pedestrians, the joys, sorrows and sorrows just now are completely gone.

Hawkers and pedestrians rushed to Qinchuan, but like moths to a fire, they let out a twisted howl one by one.

The pedestrians, in particular, were violently shaken off their limbs by the invisible force.

Soon, Qin Chuan's surroundings were covered with stumps and broken remains. Some of the hawkers saw it at this moment, red-eyed, holding the bloody severed remains of Kenshi.

Qin Chuan remembered the shark. These creatures are as ferocious as sharks. As long as they smell blood, even if it's from their companions, they will bite it.

Ghosts are ghosts!

It's just that people kill each other, and there are also such things.

But Qin Chuan didn't continue to pay attention to these, he smelled a sweet smell at the moment.

Yin Ganoderma lucidum?

Qin Chuan traced back to his roots.

But as soon as he moved, those vendors actually gave up eating and rushed to Qin Chuan one after another.

Qin Chuan was like a black hole, constantly sucking out the yin qi on their bodies.

Qin Chuan remembered an anime he had watched before, in which there was a monk with a black hole in his palm that could absorb demons and ghosts.

He's pretty much the same now.

The difference is that the yin qi he absorbs can enhance the divine soul.

It's just that there was too much yin qi intake for a while, and Qin Chuan couldn't help but have tyrannical thoughts in his heart.

The ghost market began to disappear in the process of Qin Chuan's absorption of the yin qi of ghost things.

In its place was a cold desert.

There was no life, only white bones, some of which were still fresh bloodstains. This is the true face of the Valley of the Winds now.

A lingzhi that looked like a foal appeared in Qin Chuan's field of vision.

"Yin Zhi Ma?"

Qin Chuan didn't expect that this Yin Lingzhi would quickly grow into an elf and almost become a Yin Zhizhi horse. This is almost a mid-level elixir.

Qin Chuan did not hesitate, and his body was vertical, appearing next to Yin Zhi Ma.

I am about to pick.

A black shadow-like thing approached Qin Chuan like flowing water.

Qin Chuan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't pay attention.

Because a faint murderous aura directly locked on him.

"This Yin Zhi horse has nothing to do with you, it's still too late for you to retreat now." The voice was cold and indifferent, and there was an inexplicable condescension.

"So bold to rob me of what I want?" Qin Chuan had just inhaled too much yin qi, and his temper was not good.

Seeing that the person who came actually wanted to take away the Yin Zhi Horse, and there was a murderous aura to lock him, a killing intent was born in his heart.

He ignored it and made the gesture of picking the Yin Zhi horse.

Behind him, a cold sword aura came in an instant.

But he didn't wear through Qin Chuan's vest.

Because as soon as Qin Chuan bent over, his figure disappeared immediately.

Shapeshift!

The Qingxuan Sword burst out with a blue-black sword in his hand, and instantly stabbed a woman in pale yellow clothes.

The woman looked at Qin Chuan in disbelief.

Because she was stabbed in the chest, her heart was crushed in an instant.

Qin Chuan collected his sword extremely quickly.

As soon as she looked down, she saw a bloody hole.

(End of chapter)