But it was said that Lin Shou sat in the carriage and walked in a lush mountain forest with the sound of horses' hooves.

I don't know when the fog in front of me is getting thicker and thicker, it is already close to dusk, and the fog is getting darker and darker.

The coachman's face was a little pale and gloomy, and there was no brilliance, which was normal, and now in this chaotic world, there are only a few people who can eat well.

It is also thanks to the fact that these coachmen have official documents, so that they can exercise on the official road, and even then most of the money they earn must be handed over.

Even so, being able to drive a carriage on the official road is a job that countless people can't ask for, after all, there is no sheltered country road, who knows what demons and monsters there are.

Most of the people in Daqian are hungry, but this barren mountain is becoming more and more lush.

Lin Shou leaned on the window railing of the carriage, holding his chin with one hand and watching the scenery outside, as if his gaze had penetrated the layers of fog to the distance.

The other hand played with the [Spirit Money Sword], and the index finger passed over one spirit coin after another.

"My brother has been doing this for many years, right?"

Lin Shou asked a little nonchalantly.

The coachman was stunned when he heard Lin Shou's inquiry, and then slowly replied in that somewhat hoarse voice: "Probably...... It's probably three or five years. ”

"Oh? Is it only three or five years? How do I think your carriage is dozens or hundreds of years old, and the wooden shelves are rotten......"

As he spoke, Lin Shou held the railing he had just leaned on with one hand, and the railing that was still like a brand new one rotted into a piece of dead wood before he spoke.

When the coachman heard Lin Shou's words, he suddenly turned his head back and stared at him, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot.

"Huh...... It seems that you are not the protagonist of this scene. ”

Lin Shou chuckled and finished speaking, the entire carriage he made was as if it had experienced the acceleration of time, and quickly degenerated into a tattered frame.

Several wooden shelves were scrawled against each other, as if they were about to fall apart, and the horse pulling the cart in front of them quickly became a skeleton.

The coachman's body quickly became transparent, and his already pale face became even more indistinguishable from a dead man's face at this moment.

I saw him scream, and his two arms quickly turned into sharp bone claws, rushing towards Lin Shou.

Lin Shou grinned, kicked on the butt of the horse skeleton in front of him, and a layer of misty blood light ignited on his body, like thunder and lightning fast, and a backflip left three feet away.

And the rotten carriage frame under Lin Shou was not so lucky, and it was completely dead now, becoming a pile of shapeless rotten wood.

Lin Shou looked at the coachman in front of him who had completely turned into a demon, but he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, but he was eager to try, he knew that the other party's level was just a little more powerful than the lonely soul and wild ghost.

Although this level of ghosts is enough to slaughter a village, Lin Shouzheng, who has a plug-in and a body inheritance, has nowhere to show his skills.

The demonized coachman let out a roar, and one arm turned into a huge ghost claw, grabbing Lin Shou.

Lin Shou did not retreat, but advanced, raised the spirit money sword, and the blood-red light on his body instantly exploded, shaking the demon's ghost claws into pieces.

The old Taoist priest has taught Lin Shou three things in the past eight years, the same is the original Jiuyang True Scripture, which can be regarded as the top martial arts in the mundane and can strengthen his own qi and blood at the same time, which is a great restraint for ordinary lonely souls and wild ghosts, but it is not enough to deal with the ghost soldiers who master the spell in front of him.

The second is the paper thaumaturgy, which is extremely useful, but it is useless at this moment.

The third is the burst of blood light that comes out of Lin Shou himself, which is one of the Qimen techniques, the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique, which can burn essence blood to improve the physical fitness of the caster several times, and at the same time, the blood-colored light emitted has a certain resistance to spirits.

The ghost was stunned, but it quickly reacted, and its form flashed, turning into a cloud of black smoke, and it flew towards Lin Shou.

Lin Shou's eyes were slightly condensed, and the spirit money sword in his hand danced, using the swordsmanship in the Jiuyang True Scripture against the enemy.

When the Lingqian Sword encounters that black smoke, it is like a hot knife encountering butter, and every swing of the sword can cut off a part of the black smoke, which falls to the ground and turns into a puddle of black liquid, corroding the ground into a large pit.

The ghost soldier knew that he was invincible to Lin Shou, so it opened its mouth and spewed out green poisonous gas and suddenly attacked Lin Shou.

But at this moment, Lin Shou had the blessing of the Spirit Consciousness Gathering Technique, his speed was as fast as lightning, and with a light tap of his toes, he easily dodged the poisonous gas, and then stabbed the opponent's forehead with a backhand sword.

The ghost soldier let out a terrible scream, and his body shook violently a few times, and then turned into a cloud of black smoke and dispersed.

Lin Shou held the Spirit Money Sword and muttered to himself, "This ghost head is not its key point......

Suddenly, the fog in front of him was even more pervasive, so thick that he couldn't even see it clearly, and a bone claw under his feet stretched out from the ground, grabbed Lin Shou's ankle, and pulled him into the ground.

The body continued to fall, Lin Shou held the spirit money sword in his hand, but he did not resist the other party's behavior, but instead took the blood-colored light on his body into his body and turned off the spirit consciousness gathering technique.

The sense of weightlessness gradually stopped, the fog in front of him slowly faded until it disappeared, and Lin Shou finally saw the scenery in front of him clearly.

A humble mansion appeared in front of him, with blood-red lanterns hanging high on the doorposts on both sides, and in the distance, a black mountain cascading like a tide stretched into the distance.

It's as if under these thousands of mountains and peaks, only this mansion stands alone, and the big red lantern on it is written one after another.

The door of the mansion is half-hidden, and the faded painting of the door god on it has long been invisible, and in the crack of the door there are overlapping people, each holding a plate in his hand, or holding a wine jug.

If you look closely, there are dozens of people dressed in gorgeous clothes, but they are kneeling in the middle of the courtyard, all of them looking terrified, and their bodies tremble and stuff food into their mouths.

And the ghost soldier who was fighting with Lin Shou just now turned into the same appearance just now, looking like an honest middle-aged man with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

I saw that the other party was no longer entangled with Lin Shou, but left quickly, walked towards the mansion, and then bowed down from the side door next to the gate and walked in, seemingly full of respect for the owner of this mansion.

Lin Shou looked up at the night sky that had become pitch black overhead, obviously it was underground, but he could see the night sky when he looked up at this moment, but none of the stars were bright.

What was supposed to be the first quarter moon turned into a second quarter moon and was dyed a hint of blood red.

"It seems that there is a happy event here, how unlucky it is to go in with a sword." Lin Shou smiled and tied the Lingqian sword in his hand to his waist, but inadvertently flicked two drops of scalper tears in his eyes, "I was very tired after a day of walking, so I just went in to ask for a cup of happy wine." ”

When the words fell, Lin Shou raised his feet and left.

The mansion seemed to have a mind, and the dilapidated door creaked open.

At this time, the sound of suona sounded.