As the saying goes, ghosts are afraid of the wicked, and this is not true at all.

The lower creatures do not have a clear mind, but only follow their instincts.

And the instinct of tricks is also to bully the soft and fear the hard.

Song Ciwan shuttled all the way, and this time, she stayed in the streets a little longer than when she was rushing home before.

She found that weirdness actually bullied the poor and the weak.

Some large households, the door god posted in front of the door is shining, the peach charm is overflowing, and there are guards patrolling and stationing, even when the hundred ghosts are walking at night, the abundant vitality and yang energy also make most of the tricks fearful, and they dare not approach.

And ordinary people's homes are obviously more likely to be knocked on the door by tricks.

The Sun family is not a special case, in the entire Pinglan City, it is not only Sun Langjun who was deceived into opening the door?

It's just that Sun Langjun is fortunate in misfortune, although he was frightened, he finally picked up a life.

In the whole city, there are some who are as fortunate as him.

These people were either rescued by the soldiers of the City Patrol Division, or by the Night Wandering God who patrolled the surrounding area, or by other folk monks......

However, Pinglan City is too big, and although there are many people who have been rescued, they have not had time to be rescued more.

What's more, there are many people who die quietly at home, unknown to the outside world.

Above the city, an invisible qi rose like clouds and mist, and finally, part of it rushed to the direction of Wangjiang Mountain, and part of it flocked to the City God Temple.

Song Ciwan observed carefully, she still remembered the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, she clearly saw the strange scene of the invisible qi flying into the air and falling into nothingness.

At that time, there was also an invisible aura gathering in the sky above the City God Temple.

It's just that the invisible qi above the City God Temple is very rare and powerless compared to the entire city-

To put it mildly, Song Ciwan at that time even had a feeling that she felt that the City God Temple seemed to be secretly stealing the invisible qi that should have flown to the Phantom City through some means.

This kind of stealing even seems a little pitiful.

Where is it like at this moment, the invisible qi seems to have achieved four or six points.

Four points flocked to the City God Temple, and six points flocked to Wangjiang Mountain.

If the distribution of this invisible qi is regarded as a tug-of-war, then the City God Temple, which originally had no chance of winning, is at least quickly leveling out the decline at this moment and has the strength to fight!

The big war must take place in Wangjiangshan.

Song Ciwan also had to rush to look at the country, she is now in another world, but she can't be in that world for the rest of her life. If she wants to return to the present world, she still has to go through the four light curtains on the top of Wangjiang Mountain to find her way back.

On the way, Song Ciwan saw a lot, all kinds of strange and weird.

Most of the weird creatures don't actually have a specific form, they change randomly, some are headless, their faces are long on their hands, some are legless, their lower bodies are full of tentacles, and some are humanoid, but they seem to be all kinds of strange objects.

For example, embroidered shoes, gold wire scissors, old pieces of paper......

This kind of weirdness, to be honest, is more terrifying than a humanoid.

They don't have to make a sound to speak, they just need to appear in front of people, and they are creepy enough to scare their souls.

In comparison, the "beauty" who knocked on the door of the Sun family can simply win an image award.

Song Ciwan flew away all the way, and occasionally came to the rescue when some people were in danger, releasing black insects to tear and be weird-

But I have to say that the black worm is not so easy to deal with weirdness.

In comparison, against flesh-and-blood creatures, black worms have a clear advantage.

The strange nature is very special, they are not afraid of the bite of black insects, they are afraid of all kinds of positive qi such as righteousness, yang, anger, and vitality.

Originally, the reason why the big white goose could kill the strange can be so smoothly was mainly because it was full of qi and blood, and it was especially full of evil after eating too many Gu worms, which made its attack full of power.

It's just that the big white goose has accepted the cultivation and catalysis of spiritual cultivation, and now it is still resting and sleeping in the spirit beast bag.

Song Ciwan was in that world, and there were always all kinds of inconveniences.

Then she stayed less, and just flew forward in one go.

After another unknown amount of time, maybe half an hour, I saw that in the sky ahead, the bright moon, which had been obscured by heavy dense clouds, somehow poked out half of the ice wheel again.

The bright moonlight and the dark clouds pulled at each other, forming a spectacle like splashing ink above the middle sky.

The night splashed and soaked everything in front of it in a hazy and illusory way, seemingly far away and yet extremely close.

Song Ciwan flew through one after another Lifang, and finally at a certain moment, he re-stepped into the range of Wangjiang Mountain.

This step in, but she only felt as if she had entered another world.

The world outside the confines is strange and noisy, with all kinds of human and weird stories happening.

But the world in the confines is impossibly silent.

When Song Ciwan left Wangjiang Mountain before, he also heard countless voices shouting in the mountains and shouting in unison: "Immortals, fall down the mountain......

The monks on the mountain were not true immortals, but they did respond.

At that time, the stars were arrayed, and the great war was about to break out.

But at this moment, Wangjiang Mountain is so silent, the sound of the mountain shouting and tsunami is gone, the rising red lantern is gone, and the voices on the top of the mountain, shouting and arraying are gone.

At the foot of the mountain, the weathered deacon's hall is still there.

In front of the deacon's hall, the monks who had fallen down were also there.

Half of the moonlight shone down and made the dead monks' faces pale, their broken bones shaking gently.

Song Ciwan didn't want to look at it more, she pressed the escape technique, cast the wind resistance technique instead, and began to float gently towards the mountain.

The speed at which she floated was not fast, and while she was floating, she observed the various caves on Wangjiang Mountain.

Most of the caves are closed, and it's hard to say if there are still monks in retreat.

After all, whether it is a vacant cave or a cave house where someone is in retreat, it looks like it is closed from the outside.

For those who are not familiar with the place, it is difficult to discern the subtle differences.

Song Ciwan flew for a while, only to feel that the silence in his ears was getting thicker and thicker, not only was there no human voice, but even the sound of the wind, or the sound of the shadows of the trees shaking, and the sound of insects and pigs in the mountains had all disappeared.

The higher you go, the more your vitality seems to begin—

This is obviously not right, according to common sense, the higher you go, the more intense the vitality should become.

There is still no life around, not in this world, not in another.

Song Ci walked and walked, walked and walked, and suddenly passed through a tree wall, and then the light was bright in front of him.

What did she see?

She actually walked into a pastoral world with slender and beautiful houses in the extreme darkness!