It was a suck, and Lu Yun remembered a distant memory.

The man was like jelly, his body was soft and rotten, and he was sucked into his throat by the black shadow, and then swallowed into his belly.

But for the monk, the death of the body does not mean the complete end of the individual.

The man died, to be precise, the body died, but the soul remained.

And the soul stood stunned in place, looking no different from ordinary people, but with a pale face and a dull body.

Especially that face, insensitive, dark pupils, when looking at it, inorganic, like an emotionless monster.

The man had asked where the ghost on the ghost ship was, but now he had the answer.

Ghost, appeared.

And this loose cultivator, who had become a ghost, raised his steps and retreated expressionlessly until the whole person melted into the shadow of the ghost ship.

Even if nothing was said, everyone present understood one thing.

Lethe stone is used as a ticket, and if a person who does not get a ticket tries to board the ship, then he will be swallowed up by the rules that belong to the ghost ship, and eventually become a part of the ghost ship.

The distorted ghosts that Lu Yun saw on the drawing paper, and the face that peeked through the cracks, should have come from this.

Many people have figured this out, and some are amazed.

"It looks like there's a lot of space on the ship." The people on the Demon Cultivator's side didn't care about the thoughts of the rest of the people, and threw the Lechuan Stone to play with themselves, and jumped on the ghost ship.

This time, the phantom did not appear.

At this moment, the rest of the people boarded the ship one after another.

However, there were still some people in the crowd who stood silently.

They didn't have tickets, they wanted to fish in troubled waters, and they followed the large army on the boat, and it was difficult for those people to throw them down.

But now, the rules of the ghost ship have broken their plans, and after all, they know very little about the ghost ship.

"Does anyone have any extra stones, I'm willing to buy two medium-grade spiritual weapons!"

There was a man at the bottom shouting, showing his sincerity.

At this time, Lu Yun was standing on the boat, observing the situation of the ghost ship, and when he heard this, his eyes looked around.

Lethe River Stone, like the ghost ship, is harvested once a year.

Last time, thanks to the "friendliness" of the ghost clan, they brought a lot of Lechuan stones out, and in the end, the various forces took it and divided it.

Of course, although Lu Yun didn't know about the interests involved and the conditions given by all parties, he knew very well that even among the nine major sects, it was impossible to give up profits at will.

And the last time they participated in the ghost incident, the three parties of Linlang Pavilion and the Tibetan Sword Sect were estimated to have the lion's share in the distribution of interests.

At this moment, for the upcoming sale of Lethe stone, all parties seem to have no intention of stopping it, or rather, they have been waiting for a long time.

However, in a moment, a piece of Lethe Stone was fried from two medium-grade spiritual weapons to three high-grade spiritual weapons, and the chips were still increasing.

The reason why these people are so crazy is very simple, because the stones that can be vacated are only three, which means three places.

And there are more than thirty people waiting at the bottom.

If you want to board the ship, you have to show how strong your financial resources are.

In the end, three stones had buyers, two were scattered, and one was a demon cultivator.

Unlike the Nine Sects, some demon cultivators like to go alone, not mixing with any forces, and not even casual cultivation.

After the three of them boarded the boat, the people below could only watch with red eyes.

When Lu Yunna was lighting the number of spiritual weapons, he had to admire the other party's plan, and among the three stones, two of them were taken out when he smelled people.

The other party is a born businessman.

No matter what price the other party used to take away the stone before, now when you look at the performance of the person, you will know that the other party has made a profit.

Xu felt Lu Yun's eyes, looked over when he smelled people, and squeezed his eyes at her.

"It's moving, it's moving."

The cabin was large, and some people were looking for a passage to get underneath, but before they could find it, the ship moved.

It was slowly moving in the direction of the abyssal sea.

Once a year, the ghost ship docks for a short time each time, and just when the ship is offshore, a streamer comes from afar and lands in the ...... Lu Yun's side.

"Ah Yun."

The clear shout, with the unique coquettishness of a girl, at the moment of looking at the other party's face, Lu Yun didn't dare to treat the other party as an ignorant girl.

It's A-Li.

The leader of the Empty Cicada Sect, Ah Li.

Ah Li is still the same as at that time, wearing a delicate pink dress, smiling eyebrows and eyes with a pure and good appearance.

The calf-length braids were worn on the chest, like a red ribbon in the middle of the cloudy hair.

The collision of red and black is brilliantly interpreted on Ah Li's body, and the collision creates a rich color fusion, just like Ah Li.

And beside Ah Li, there is another person, Lu Yun also knows.

Weng Zi, the instrument spirit of the Qianqiu Bell.

Or in other words, the other party's real name is Lu Zi, and he has lived in the other party's shell for more than ten years.

Although it was a Nanke dream, all kinds of things in the dream were all things that Lu Yun had really experienced.

When she saw Lu Zi, Lu Yun's eyes were faint, with unknown emotions.

Lu Zi also looked over and nodded at Lu Yun.

She is a mortal, Nanshan Dao people have spent so much effort, calculated the sky, calculated a lot of people, and couldn't let her find that glimmer of life and step into cultivation.

When the people of Nanshan Dao gave her a new path to become the spirit of the Qianqiu Bell, she accepted.

Now, Qianqiu Zhong is in Ah Li's hands, although she can't get too far away from Ah Li's side, Ah Li won't restrain her too much, most of the time, she lives as an independent individual, just like her years as Weng Zi.

It's just that Weng Zi's brutality and arrogance can't be seen in Lu Zi's body, and the rest is as calm as a secluded pool.

"Long time no see, A-Li." Retracting his gaze from Lu Zi, Lu Yun and Ah Li greeted each other, no different from when they first met.

Lu Yun didn't go to be jealous because of Ah Li's identity, or to stay away from anything.

"yes, I miss you."

Seeing this, Ah Li smiled even more happily, and she knew that Lu Yun was different.

Some of those present knew about the friendship between the two, and some of them didn't.

Especially those casual cultivators, when they saw a sword cultivator and a demon cultivator talking happily, they couldn't help but be sarcastic.

"Yo, this is the so-called best sword cultivator in this generation, how did he get mixed with a big devil."

"Tibetan Sword Sect, tsk!"

The words of sour water made the disciples of the Tibetan Sword Sect cold-faced.

The fifth elder Jing Kite pinched his fingers, and when he was considering whether to teach the other party a lesson, Ah Li made a move.

I didn't see how the other party acted, and the person who spoke was slapped out of thin air.

That crisp sound also sounded in the hearts of many people.

This hand, few people can see it clearly, which shows how strong Ah Li's strength is.

And the one who was taken care of by Ah Li had white lips and regretted it very much.