Walking on the road of the village, the abnormal cold swept over again without accident.

Uncle Ghost also rang the gong in his hand at the same time.

I don't know why, but as the sound of gongs resounded through the silent Fengling Village, I began to see strange figures.

These figures are very blurry, and some of them can only see a white expanse if you don't look closely, like a mist.

Uncle Ghost said that this is the soul of the aborigines of Fengling Village.

It was formed by those who died a hundred years ago, because the resentment was too deep, and the reason why I felt cold was because they would wander in Fengling Village at night.

If I hadn't been a village keeper with the aura of a city god in my body, I might have been affected by those souls and died here before he found me on the first day.

And the gong in his hand, one of the main functions is to allow those souls to wake up briefly after hearing the gong, which is why I only faintly heard some crying before.

Those weepings, they are crying for what happened to them.

It also made me feel some sympathy.

A hundred years have passed, and they are still wandering here, and the remains have been turned into resentful bones by the influence of the Zhenling coffin, and this resentment is estimated to be difficult to dissipate.

Under the cover of Uncle Ghost's gong, we quickly walked out of Fengling Village.

Uncle Ghost put away the gong in his hand at the first time, and then led me to a low mountain.

It is said to be a low mountain, but in fact, when you look up, it is estimated to be 100 meters high, giving people a deep feeling in the night.

Uncle Ghost said that this mountain is called Ghost Mountain.

Before and after arriving at the Ghost Mountain, Uncle Ghost stopped, and took out the Soul Suppression Rope and the Corpse Scythe, and for the first time, his originally indifferent face was a little more dignified.

I looked at Uncle Ghost and asked, "The City God Temple is on it?" ”

"We're just going up?"

Uncle Ghost nodded slightly, looked around, and then said, "The City God Temple is at the highest point of this Ghost Mountain, but it is not easy to think of it. ”

"Could it be that there is any danger in this mountain?" I looked at the ghost mountain, but I couldn't see anything wrong with it except for the depth, if I had to say it, it was quiet.

Not even the sound of a bird.

However, the lack of birdsong in the mountains and forests is already the biggest problem.

Uncle Ghost said: "The City God Temple is the biggest danger, but this ghost mountain is just as dangerous. ”

"After that incident happened, people began to come to Fengling Village to look for the coffin of the town spirit, and a large part of them said that the goal was on the Chenghuang Temple."

"Because of this, a lot of people died on this mountain."

"Those people were exposed after their deaths, and their grievances were no less than those in Fengling Village."

"It was also after that that the mountain got the name Ghost Mountain."

I suddenly felt in my heart, no wonder Old Man Zhang and the others would have such a big reaction when they heard that the Earth Immortal Sword was in the City God Temple, just if this ghost mountain was really like what Uncle Ghost said, it was not something that those of them could go up to.

After all, they are not village keepers.

I don't have any such thing as a soul suppressor on my hands.

"Follow me."

"No matter what you hear when you go up the mountain, don't look back."

"Don't look back!"

Uncle Ghost emphasized.

I nodded.

Although I don't understand it in my heart.

Then Uncle Ghost took the lead in walking up the Ghost Mountain, and I quickly followed when I saw this.

As soon as I went up the mountain, I felt the abnormal cold again, even more obvious than in Fengling Village, and I subconsciously tightened my clothes, but it didn't have much effect.

I glanced at Uncle Ghost, his situation was similar to mine, holding the soul suppression rope in his hands while holding his chest with both hands, and his expression was vigilant.

We walked very slowly.

Almost every two steps, Uncle Ghost would stop and look at both sides before continuing to walk.

I followed him from beginning to end, so to speak.

I don't know if it was luck or anything else, but we didn't encounter any danger for half an hour, except for the cold, I didn't even see anything strange.

I couldn't help asking, "Uncle Ghost, how long has it been since you came to this Ghost Mountain?" ”

Uncle Ghost didn't look back at me, his eyes were still looking ahead.

"It's been one or two decades."

"I broke in once when I was younger, and I almost died here."

"Could it be that in the past twenty years, this ghost mountain will no longer be dangerous?" I looked around and "we've all been gone for so long, and there's nothing ......"

"Ghost boy!"

Before I could finish my sentence, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind me.

Kind of like an old drunkard.

I subconsciously wanted to turn around, but Uncle Ghost stopped me at the first time.

"Don't look back!"

I was taken aback, and a cold sweat broke out all at once.

"Some of the souls on this ghost mountain are no longer simple lonely souls and wild ghosts, they already have their own consciousness, and the voice you just heard is from them."

"As long as you turn around, you will be completely entangled."

"Can't solve the soul suppression rope?" I shook the Soul Suppression Cord.

"It can be solved." Uncle Ghost said lightly: "But every time these life weapons are used, they will consume a part of your essence and spirit, and the road below is still long, so if you can avoid consumption, try to avoid it." ”

I knew it, but at the same time, I was a little afraid.

This is what Uncle Ghost reminded me from the beginning, and I almost said that if Uncle Ghost wasn't here, I might have really been targeted by that thing.

"I see."

I answered, and pulled myself together again.

The heart that was a little relieved because he didn't encounter any danger along the way was lifted again.

We walked a little further up the hill, and when the sound finally disappeared in my ears, as if I had given up, I was a little relieved.

Uncle Ghost stopped at this time.

Only then did I notice that his face had turned a little white, and his breathing had become a little heavy.

I just remembered that Uncle Ghost's feet were mutilated, and because of the cold, although we walked very slowly, he would still have a lot harder than normal people.

I said, "Why don't you take a break?" ”

Uncle Ghost didn't refuse, and sat directly on the ground against a tree next to him.

I sat next to him, watching Uncle Ghost lift his trousers and check the wood that supported him to walk, but my mood became a little complicated.

Are village keepers born to suffer these pains?

I thought as I looked at myself.

I'm lucky compared to Uncle Ghost.

At least I have a choice and a chance to change.

And at present, the body is quite healthy.

As if sensing my gaze, Uncle Ghost lowered the hem of his trousers, took a deep breath, and stood up from the ground.

"Let's go."

"No more breaks?" I asked.

Uncle Ghost shook his head.

"You must enter the City God Temple before dawn, otherwise you will ......."

"Flutter ......"

Suddenly, a small voice came.