The gods of the four directions, each with its own domain.

The same goes for ghost towns.

Rong Hui's purpose is very clear, bring out the third senior brother, and don't care about anything else.

Everyone entered the ghost town, and the yin and cold breath permeated the city.

The appearance of the ghost city is similar to that of Qiongzhou, surrounded by thick fog, and Rong Hui can only see about a zhang away.

The silhouettes of various monsters can be faintly seen in the thick fog.

They are all different shapes and sizes, but their silhouettes are terrifying.

Especially Wang Hongyu, his teeth chattered with fright, and he still rushed to the front with his neck stalked, "Rong..."

Halfway through his words, Wang Hongyu stopped abruptly.

You can't call your real name in the ghost town, it's all resentful spirits and monsters who have lost their memories of life, they have no memories and can't find a way home to live here, or devour others to make themselves stronger, and then wait for the psychic sect and other monks with psychic secret skills to summon them and let them escape from reincarnation.

Either it will become food for a powerful soul and die out completely.

Wang Hongyu remembered what his grandfather said that he couldn't call people by their real names, otherwise it might not be that person who would go back.

Rong Hui condensed a cold ice spirit chain to lock the ghost from the painting, and he couldn't refuse: "What are the rules of the ghost town?"

The painter is small, ugly, and born with a chinless disability.

Because of this appearance, even if he has the talent to the heavens and the earth, he does not dare to appear in front of the world, he is fed up with the fingers of others, even if his paintings are full of lifelike aura, they are not loved.

Those who bought his paintings even felt that what they spent was not happiness, but bad luck.

The ghost master paints anecdotes.

Because the people who sold his paintings found that the stories that he painted into the paintings were still talked about on the first day, and everyone would forget this memory on the day the painting was completed, and the owner of the painting would forget what he did that day.

The painting ghost ended up depressed, and finally leaned over the album until he met his Bole Jiang Mingyue.

These are all told to Rong Hui by the ghost, he is afraid of the sword cultivator in front of him, and he is timid and afraid of things, he does not dare to hide and deceive.

"Ghost towns are the territory of the dead, and they are also the nightmares of mortals, and the living speak to vent their anger, attracting evil spirits to devour and take away their bodies. ”

The painting ghost looked pitifully at the spirit lock tied to his neck, and the murderous aura on the spirit lock made him tremble and panic.

"You didn't say it earlier!" Wang Hongyu looked angry, "It's annoying to be an afterthought." ”

He held his sword and looked around cautiously, for fear that a female ghost would rush out of the thick fog and take away himself.

The painting ghost was yelled at by him, and shrunk his neck, "Little boy, you didn't ask." ”

Rong Hui hid the spirit lock, she looked at the stone door that appeared in front of her, and her heart was shocked, "Is the thing in the album true?" ”

Painting ghosts trembled, "I only paint the real one, I don't have a rich imagination, only paint the real thing, the owner of the Jiang Mansion fancy me this point and let me paint something, she said that the demons and demons I painted into the painting are the nightmare in the hearts of the people of Qiongzhou, what I do is to do good and accumulate virtue, one day I can transcend reincarnation, and I can be a normal person in the next life." ”

Jiang Mingyue shattered the dream of painting ghosts, and he put the memories of those who were frightened by the ghosts of Qiongzhou into the album, so that their lives could return to normal, and he was very happy.

Jiang Mingyue never let the painting ghost do anything against the way of heaven, and he enjoyed helping others, so he followed Jiang Mingyue for many years.

"You're doing a great job. Rong Hui held a wooden sword and looked at the stone gate, "As you said, after leaving the ghost city, I will personally surpass it for you, as for how to live in the next life, it all depends on creation." ”

The painter said that he was very kind.

Just listen to the nonsense.

Whether it is true, good, and beautiful, or hypocritical and pretentious, Rong Hui has its own judgment.

"You're so pathetic. When Wang Hongyu appeared, he was taken aback by his deformed appearance, and after listening to his words, Wang Hongyu felt that the ghost in front of him was very kind, "I'll help you when you go out." ”

The painting ghost hugged Wang Hongyu's thigh gratefully, Rong Hui gave him an unfathomable feeling, and he was very scared.

"Hey, grandfather didn't say that there is a gate in the ghost town. Wang Hongyu learned to be obedient, he didn't dare to speak, so he could only pass it to Rong Hui in a secret voice.

Rong Hui stared from far to near, as if he had long legs and moved to the stone gate in front of him, and the response of the wind and rain tower was particularly eye-catching.

When the painting ghost sees this, his eyes bulge!

The door, the disappearing door appeared.

"Follow me. Rong Hui's cold voice could not be refused, "I will listen to you when you find someone, and I will listen to me in action." ”

Wang Hongyu also saw the door.

Very ordinary stone gate archway, to give him a strong sense of oppression, at a glance the blood surged, the heart of anger rushed straight to the brain, his sword hand tightened, I really want to kill two ghosts to discourage, no, more than one or two, all killed!

Rong Hui grabbed Wang Hongyu's hand and walked past the stone gate, she felt a pair of vicious eyes staring at her behind her, stabbed in her back.

"Don't look back. Rong Hui's warm hand gave Wang Hongyu, whose soul was about to be hooked, power, "Sense the position of the third senior brother and fight quickly." ”

Wang Hongyu inhaled heavily, for some reason, he felt that the stone door was alive, and a cold sweat broke out in his palms, and he used psychic secret techniques to show Rong Hui the way.

On the road, Rong Hui can avoid it, but he can't avoid the wooden sword to guide the way, and the ghost blocks and kills the ghost.

At the beginning, there were little imps who didn't have long eyes and tried to give up.

It wasn't until Rong Hui's ruthless sword killed a thousand little ghosts that he quieted down the evil ghosts who were about to move and avoided them.

"Red umbrella!" The painting ghost screamed at the red umbrella that suddenly appeared, his soul twisted, and his soul trembled! "Run, run!"

Seeing the red umbrella, the pressure in Rong Hui's heart doubled.

The shadow of a failed crossing hung over her.

The red umbrella that appeared in the dense fog flew out, the dazzling blood-red umbrella surface was high, and the dripping blood fell from the umbrella surface to the ground, flowing out a pool of blood, and the blood flowed along the ground, and countless hideous demons crawled out of the blood, converging into a black Great Wall to block the way of Ronghui.

The red umbrella can arouse negative emotions in people's hearts, such as anger, irritability, panic, despair, self-abandonment, and low self-esteem.....

Wang Hongyu said irritably: "What is it called! The third uncle is in front, and if you cry wolf, I will crush your bones and scatter ashes!"

He looked at the red umbrella and felt uncomfortable, the blood in his body was boiling, and all organs were roaring, he recalled the grievances that had been degraded by others over the years, and was scolded for being a dead fetus without a mother and without a mother, and he was angry when he exhaled.

The ghost's neck shrank, and he quickly climbed from Wang Hongyu to Rong Hui's feet.

Rong Hui's wooden sword was horizontal, and the golden spiritual power skyrocketed, "It doesn't matter who you are, you will not die in my way!"

It's so depressing.

Rong Hui's breathing couldn't help but be heavy, and her heart was heavy.

The blood umbrella did not retreat but advanced, and the blood congealed on the ground, showing bloody words.

"Jian Xiu, your body, I want it. ”