The frost is all over the ground, and the crescent moon is like a hook.

It was the end of the day, but Yan Yun didn't feel sleepy, pushed open the door, walked through the patio, and walked to an open-air platform, looking at the sleeping village in the silent night.

This village is called Zhoujia Village, and this house is Lizheng's home.

The dysentery head confuses the ghost with the Dayu Wang Ling, if it is leaked, it is enough to wipe out the Zhou family, and Li Zheng is afraid of causing a big disaster, so he keeps Yan Yun, an outsider, to drink and stay overnight.

During the banquet, only Li Zheng was accompanied by one person, and before the wine and food were served, he used a wooden plate to carry a bag of silver coins to honor Yan Yun.

This is the "hush money" that Li Zheng gave Yan Yun this fake tolerance, although Yan Yun couldn't bear it in his heart, he couldn't completely refuse to accept it, otherwise Li Zheng would not be able to sleep, and he might even tie up his head with dysentery and take the initiative to go to the yamen to surrender himself, and he would cause trouble if he had nothing to do. Therefore, Yan Yun collected one-third, and pretended to mysteriously say that he had a heavy responsibility and had no time to take care of other things, and he would leave early tomorrow morning.

In this rhetoric, while reassuring, he speculated about Yan Yun's true identity, and wrote the word "Wang" on the table with wine.

Yan Yun only smiled and did not respond.

Li Zheng was sure that Yan Yun was sent by Wangcheng, after all, the haunting incident made people panic, and it was impossible for the yamen at all levels in Wangcheng to ignore it, and it was very possible to send capable people with skills to investigate secretly.

After being full of wine and food, Li Zheng gave Yan Yun the best room in the house to live in, and boiled water and served tea with dysentery.

However, Li Zheng's kindness Yanyun couldn't enjoy it peacefully.

As the so-called speaker has no intention of listening, the head-killing remarks of the dysentery head are like stuffing a boulder in Yan Yun's heart, making him unable to sleep at night.

Is there a connection between the massacre of officials and their families by King Dayu, the haunting of several counties near Gyeonggi, and the fact that the haunting began in Wangcheng, and the consequences of population annihilation?

If there is, General Wuwei's mansion was beheaded all over the house, and it cannot be simply attributed to the king's anger at the Yan family because of the loss of Longtou Pass......

Yan Yun's heart was in turmoil, but the news he had obtained now was all from hearsay, and what kind of existence the ghost was was a mystery, unless......

Before I knew it, it was time to reach the middle of the month.

"Official, why haven't you slept yet?" The dysentery appeared at the door, rubbing his troubled eyes.

"When I arrived in a strange place, some people knew that they couldn't sleep." Yanyun Road.

"The official wants to catch ghosts, right?" The dysentery head asked as a matter of course.

"If you do, I'd like to catch one and see it." Yan Yun was disturbed by someone's thoughts, and had no intention of staying where he was, and walked to his bedroom.

It was late, Yan Yun had traveled for more than ten days, and he was really tired, so he fell asleep on the bed this time and quickly fell asleep.

Of course, he didn't take off his clothes, the iron spear leaned against the side of the bed and was within reach, and there was a self-defense dagger hanging on his right waist, and the iron shovel and bow and arrows were placed on the back of the war horse outside the house, if there were really ghosts infesting and absorbing human souls, he could react at the first time.

Time passed, and the moon shadowed in the west.

Dark clouds gradually piled up in the sky, obscuring the moonlight, and the quiet village suddenly became dark.

The wind blew the woods, and the frost-soaked branches rattled and rattled, monotonous and eerie, and then calmed down again.

Yan Yun, who was asleep, had a dream, he dreamed that there was a fire burning, this fire was very close to him, it seemed to be attached to his chest, and even between his eyebrows, there was a palpitation.

"Fire!" Yan Yun woke up in a dream and slapped his chest.

The moment he opened his eyes, he knew that he was having a nightmare, but the heat on his chest was real, and it did not lessen as he woke up, but became more and more intense!

He ripped off his clothes and looked down, but the brocade given by Yu Zhenzi when he said goodbye to Xiao Zhongnan was glowing slightly, and the heat came from it.

He has always hung this bag around his neck, and it has never happened today, is it ......

Yan Yun's heartstrings tightened, and he was about to get up from the bed, but after a thought, he lay down again, holding the iron gun in his left hand, and staring at the roof with half-closed eyes.

Outside the door, the horses snorted, their hooves restlessly trampling to and fro.

There was a faint sound of clothes, very faint, and if you didn't listen closely, you could hardly find it, and then there was a short strange sound of foreign objects falling on the tiles.

Yan Yun listened carefully and felt that something was coming towards him, and the goal was very clear, landing on the roof of the bedside room from far and near.

"It's coming!" Yan Yun secretly said in his heart, still motionless.

At this time, a layer of hoarfrost suddenly rose on the tile surface, spreading rapidly,

Yan Yun's eyes widened angrily, and he wanted to get up and raise his gun, but he found that he was stiff, as if he was imprisoned on the bed by an invisible force, unable to move.

He wanted to make a sound, but it was limited to one thought, but he couldn't make a move.

He is like a fresh fish on a chopping board, only obediently waiting to be slaughtered!

Worst!

He secretly said in his heart, but he was helpless, at this moment, he was drenched in cold sweat, and a thought flashed through his mind - ghost!

Such unbelievable things are unheard of in Yan Yun's life experience, and he has experienced it personally.

Only then did he know what those who had been sucked out of their souls had experienced before they died, and how frightened they were!

Countless illusory shadows appeared in front of Yan Yun's eyes through the pitch-black tile, these shadows had extremely painful expressions, their eyes bulged out, and their mouths opened wide, as if they were shouting hard, but they couldn't make any sound.

They are entangled in one place, rolling in invisible clouds, mainly in the prime of life, mixed with individual elderly people and children.

They seemed reluctant to intrude on Yan Yun, and shrank back one by one, but as more and more of these phantoms emerged from the clouds, they soon obscured the entire upper part of the room.

Yan Yun's vision began to blur, and his hands and feet were cold, this feeling he had experienced once, and that was after being severely injured by the bear sisters.

But the warmth of his chest was like boiling water, and it was getting hotter and hotter!

Suddenly, a dazzling long strip of runes came out of Yan Yun's clothes, and as soon as it appeared, it turned into countless golden lights, like sunlight piercing through the darkness, and like ten thousand arrows firing at once, and suddenly, it pierced through the ghost that came out of the tumbling clouds.

These ghosts, who were crowded with people before the blink of an eye, were instantly cleansed!

Yan Yun saw that the dazzling long rune was actually a seal script, with a total of nine words-

Fighters are all arrayed forward!

At the moment when the ghost was destroyed, someone on the tile surface snorted, and several broken tiles fell from the top of Yan Yun's head.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost?" Yan Yun shouted, and the iron spear in his hand stabbed out with the greatest strength in his life.

A "bang" sound.

A large hole opened in the roof, and while the tiles splashed, a shadow was hastily avoided.

Yan Yun escaped death, anger rose from his heart, and more importantly, the bag on his chest gave him endless courage, he opened the door, drew his knife and cut the reins at the same time, he had already turned over on the horse.

The moon came out of the clouds again, and under the faint silver gray, a figure that seemed to be covered with a burqa was floating on the roof, and in a flicker jumped from one roof to the other, holding in his hand a small flag, both black.

"Where to go?" Yan Yun bent his bow and shot an arrow at the black figure!