Since Ji Yaoyue left, Ying Feiyang has been lying flat on the ground, in just one day, he has experienced all kinds of battles of wits and courage, experienced many emotional impacts, his body has accumulated serious injuries, and he has a deep sense of exhaustion mentally.

With Ji Yaoyue's departure, it was the outbreak of injuries and the invasion of exhaustion, Ying Feiyang only felt that his strength was drained, he just wanted to lie on the ground, he didn't think about anything, he didn't do anything, and finally fell asleep groggily.

I don't know how long I slept, there was a faint noise in my ears, the swords and soldiers were screaming, endlessly, as if there was a fierce fight, and after a while, the sound of the fight disappeared, but there was a sound of footsteps, and slowly approached.

"What a powerful girl, if you say no, it's gone, I didn't expect that she would be able to escape in the eclipse ghost mist!" This is a deep male voice, and the voice is urned.

"It's a pity, that girl has a first-class figure, if I can capture her, I will refine her into a ghost slave, and pinch and knead her as I like, it must be a beautiful thing. A sharp male voice smacked a few times, and there was an obscene meaning in the voice that could not be hidden.

The low male voice said disdainfully: "When is this, you still have wishful thinking, even if you capture her, you have to hand it over and send it from above, the task assigned by the Supreme has not been completed, if the time is up, there is still not enough people, it is you who is pinched and kneaded." ”

The sharp male voice sneered: "Mission, look at your timid and scared appearance, isn't there only one person left now, why worry? We can come out in a year This time, how can we not play for a while?"

A deep voice threatened: "If you are not cowardly, can you dare to say these words in front of the Venerable?" Anyway, if I find the last person, I will immediately go to the ghost realm, and the Venerable One will blame him, hehe, you will bear the frustration and peeling the skin yourself, and you will not be implicated in me!"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, and we'll go back if you detain one more person......" Hearing that the Venerable was blamed, the sharp voice seemed to tremble, and he softened on the spot. Suddenly, his voice rose a few points again, and he said with surprise: "Hey, isn't there just one person there?"

"With a sword on his body, he seems to be a cultivator, how could he fall here, could it be that other fellow Daoists did it? But looking at his blood-stained face and chaotic qi, is he about to die? We can have as many dead ghosts as we want, and we want him to do whatever we want!"

Ying Feiyang listened to them in a daze for a long time, until he felt that he had been kicked twice, and then he realized that they were talking about himself, but he still couldn't open his eyes.

This feeling is like being woken up when you are sleeping the deepest, in a state of half-dreaming and half-awake and the most sleepy and wanting to sleep, clearly conscious, but even if you know that the sky is going to fall, you don't want to move your body.

"Well, so there's still breath?"

"If you still have breath, don't kick him, hurry up and put him in a coffin. ”

Then, Ying Feiyang felt as if his limbs were off the ground, and he was thrown into a box again, and the smell of fir came from the end of his nose, and then there was a muffled sound above his head, and his eyes were a little darker.

"It's really damn bad, I won't really be locked in a coffin, when I've slept enough, I'll see who is so bold as to dare to do such a thing to me!" Ying Feiyang thought to himself, but he still didn't want to open his eyes.

After that, he felt that his body was swaying like a sedan chair, quite comfortable, and the sleepiness was getting stronger and stronger, and when he was about to fall asleep again, he suddenly felt that something had climbed on his legs, "Damn, there won't be a mouse in this coffin." ”

Ying Feiyang was still thinking about it, but the thing climbed all the way up along his legs, crawling directly onto his chest, his body was obviously not big, but the weight was not light, which made Ying Feiyang's chest feel stuffy and out of breath.

Once the breath was not smooth, the sleepiness began to gradually dissipate, Ying Feiyang finally couldn't help but open his eyes, but saw only three green eyeballs in front of him in the darkness, and couldn't help but be shocked by a white sweat.

But when his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness and saw what was in front of him, Ying Feiyang relaxed, and pressed on his chest was a black cat with elegant lines and smooth fur, because the color of the coat blended with the darkness, so that he only saw three eyeballs shining in the darkness at first.

"What, it's just a cat. There was a false alarm, Ying Feiyang closed his eyes, and was about to fall asleep again, when suddenly, his eyes suddenly opened again.

"Which cat has three eyes!"

Ying Feiyang was about to exclaim, when he suddenly saw the black cat pressing his newly opened mouth with one paw, and erecting a cat's paw on the side of his mouth with one paw, making a very humane "silence" action.

This action made Ying Feiyang slowly wake up, and his mind and thinking began to return to normal levels, but he found that once he woke up, the pain all over his body swept over immediately, every muscle in his body was unbearable, and every tendon and vein was swollen and painful like a knife. In just one night, he fought many opponents in a row, and the true qi in his body was squeezed clean every time, even if the Taoist true qi had the fastest recovery among the various factions, and the stamina was the longest, he couldn't resist squeezing again and again, and finally came out of the backlash.

I had been nervous and didn't care about it before, but after a lazy sleep for a while, the pain began to reveal quickly, just like after strenuous exercise, I would always wake up the next day with a sore body, and the soreness was magnified a hundred times, which was Ying Feiyang's feeling at this time.

And then look around, he is really in a square and angular wooden box, although he has no experience of lying in it before, if he guesses correctly, this wooden box is a coffin, and there is a red umbrella next to the side where he is lying.

According to Ying Feiyang's early experience of being abducted and deceived by the master and the bitter real person, if according to the customs of the villagers, the umbrella is divided into eight branches and eight sides, which is in line with the meaning of gossip and evil, and after opening, it can separate the world, and compete for yin and yang forever, and the word "umbrella" is also "scattered", implying that the yin and soul are scattered, and the people and ghosts have different paths, so if you encounter the deceased's corpse, dreams, apparitions and other ominous things, or the deceased died miserably, and may become a ghost, there will always be an umbrella in the coffin when buried, which has contained the meaning of isolating the yin soul, not interfering with each other, and each going forward. It's just that this umbrella is closed and put aside, so I don't know if this is the meaning.

But after sleeping, he was put into a coffin, and it seemed that he was still treated as a ghost, Ying Feiyang was depressed and indescribable, and wanted to break out of the coffin, but his true qi was being counterattacked and kept calling, and his body was painful and unable to move, so he was helpless.

In the end, he couldn't, so he looked at the black cat in front of him with a pleading look, as if he wanted it to explain what was going on.

The black cat dodged its gaze for a moment, and then looked at him again with a helpless look, three green eyes wide at the same time, the lower two eyes staring at him, and the eyes on the forehead looking straight ahead.

The cat's eyes are getting wider and wider, but the pupils are shrinking smaller and smaller, and the pupils that are erected into lines seem to have an indescribable magic, so Ying Feiyang can't help but look at him, and after looking at it for a while, the spirit seems to be sucked into the two thin slit pupils, and his vision can't help but blur, and the next moment, he sees something different.

It was obvious that he was looking up with his head up, but he saw the board on top of his head, and then the board gradually blurred, and he actually saw through the board and saw the scene outside the coffin.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Rao He has always been bold, but at this time he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and he saw that he was in a plain, and the flat ghost shadow was vast and wide, but at this time it was full of ghosts.

The ghosts have different forms, and most of them are roughly the same as the living, except for their erratic shapes. But some of them are more miserable, or the hanged ghost with protruding and congested eyeballs and a long tongue spitting out of the abdomen, or a poisonous ghost with bleeding air holes and a black face, or a headless ghost who is missing a head and has a bare neck and blood gushing out, or a waist slashing ghost who is cut in two and crawls forward on the ground with both hands and feet, and the word "miserable" is written on the ground.

"It turns out that there are really a hundred ghosts walking at night on the night of the Midyear Festival!" Ying Feiyang said in surprise in his heart, at this time, he also understood what was going on in a trance, he looked at the black cat, and the vision actually merged with the third eye on the black cat's forehead. The black cat is born with yin and psychic, and the cat's eyes can see the ghosts of the underworld that others can't see, and the three-eyed ghost cat is an outlier in the black cat.

And he is in a coffin team, and this team is even more feared by the ghosts, and even those miserable ghosts are far away from the front of this team There are nine coffins lined up in front of this team to move forward, each coffin is carried by two ghost slaves with green faces and fangs, and there are two strange-shaped people in the middle, both of whom are tall and thin, but one is dressed in white, and the other is dressed in black, if there is a high hat on the head, it is almost the same as the legendary black and white impermanence, at this time, a whip is held, whipping the ghost slave who resists the coffin。

"Go faster, don't be lazy, if the ghost door is closed, you still can't go back, Lao Tzu will make you can't even be a ghost!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's been delayed for so long, thanks to Lao Tzu's luck, I picked up another cultivator, otherwise I'm afraid I won't even be able to complete the task!"

Judging by the voice, these two were the ones who stuffed him into the coffin, the one in black was the one with a deep voice, and the one in white was the one with a sharp voice.

In his vision, there was a black mist shrouded in the plains, which seemed both eerie and terrifying, and the more they went in the direction they went, the stronger the ghostly aura became, and there was a feeling of chaos obscuring the heavens.

All the ghosts are walking in one direction, and in front of them, a "ghost gate" suddenly appeared in front of Ying Feiyang's eyes.

The "ghost gate" is said to be a door, but the shape is more like a cat's pupils, it is a strange narrow slit, and the color is dark and deep, as if the surrounding black ghost fog is condensed together, extracting the closest to death.

Approaching the ghost gate, some ghosts began to appear on their faces or reluctant, or afraid of moving forward, began to secretly turn around, against the "ghost tide" to walk, but after walking a few steps, they heard the sound of chains, several chains condensed into black gas with the sound of the exchange of blows poked forward, the escaped ghosts were immediately bound by the chain, unable to move, and then the chain contracted, the bound ghosts howled miserably again and again, and were unwillingly dragged into the ghost gate, and disappeared.

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ps: It's another 800 words missing, first send it and then make up for it, forgive me, the new volume has to pave a few chapters. Don't be bored

Since Ji Yaoyue left, Ying Feiyang has been lying flat on the ground, in just one day, he has experienced all kinds of battles of wits and courage, experienced many emotional impacts, his body has accumulated serious injuries, and he has a deep sense of exhaustion mentally.

With Ji Yaoyue's departure, it was the outbreak of injuries and the invasion of exhaustion, Ying Feiyang only felt that his strength was drained, he just wanted to lie on the ground, he didn't think about anything, he didn't do anything, and finally fell asleep groggily.

I don't know how long I slept, there was a faint noise in my ears, the swords and soldiers were screaming, endlessly, as if there was a fierce fight, and after a while, the sound of the fight disappeared, but there was a sound of footsteps, and slowly approached.

"What a powerful girl, if you say no, it's gone, I didn't expect that she would be able to escape in the eclipse ghost mist!" This is a deep male voice, and the voice is urned.

"It's a pity, that girl has a first-class figure, if I can capture her, I will refine her into a ghost slave, and pinch and knead her as I like, it must be a beautiful thing. A sharp male voice smacked a few times, and there was an obscene meaning in the voice that could not be hidden.

The low male voice said disdainfully: "When is this, you still have wishful thinking, even if you capture her, you have to hand it over and send it from above, the task assigned by the Supreme has not been completed, if the time is up, there is still not enough people, it is you who is pinched and kneaded." ”

The sharp male voice sneered: "Mission, look at your timid and scared appearance, isn't there only one person left now, why worry? We can come out in a year This time, how can we not play for a while?"

A deep voice threatened: "If you are not cowardly, can you dare to say these words in front of the Venerable?" Anyway, if I find the last person, I will immediately go to the ghost realm, and the Venerable One will blame him, hehe, you will bear the frustration and peeling the skin yourself, and you will not be implicated in me!"

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, and we'll go back if you detain one more person......" Hearing that the Venerable was blamed, the sharp voice seemed to tremble, and he softened on the spot. Suddenly, his voice rose a few points again, and he said with surprise: "Hey, isn't there just one person there?"

"With a sword on his body, he seems to be a cultivator, how could he fall here, could it be that other fellow Daoists did it? But looking at his blood-stained face and chaotic qi, is he about to die? We can have as many dead ghosts as we want, and we want him to do whatever we want!"

Ying Feiyang listened to them for a long time in a daze, (to be continued.) )