The July 14th Midyear Festival, also known as the July Half Ancestor Festival, the Obon Festival, the Diguan Festival, and so on.

Since the last rays of the sun set, people throughout Kowloon Bay have poured into the streets and alleys.

Most of the people carried hemp paper and silver ingots, and hurriedly ran all over the street, trying to find an open section of the road to burn a knife of hemp paper for the relatives and friends of the deceased ancestors, to express their thoughts, and also to hope that their spirits in heaven could bless themselves with smooth and smooth health, good health, wealth and promotion, and so on.

It's just that the porridge is more fleshy and less, and the slightly better places have long been occupied, as for the intersection like the bustling road, there are many uncles and aunts who sit on the side of the road with small horses and wait before it gets dark.

At a glance, the streets of Kowloon Bay at this moment can be said to be full of people.

One by one, a circle was poured on the ground with cinders or plant ash, and the hemp paper with a knife printed on the real banknote burned rapidly in the circle, and from time to time someone threw the silver ingots made of tin foil into the fire, making a slight crackling sound.

The night breeze blew, and the paper ash in the sky flew with black smoke, and the whole city was filled with the smell of burnt paper.

Luojiawan in the upper reaches of the Kowloon River.

A full moon hangs high in the sky, and the clear light sprinkled on the surface of the river is transparent, and it looks extremely bright, even the fish swimming on the river surface can see it clearly.

Zhang Jiao stood by the river, looking at the center of the river.

Around him, after throwing out some retinues that were obviously similar to those of the novices, more than twenty strange-shaped figures of different shapes and costumes were scattered on both sides of the Kowloon River, guarding each other with a faint expectation.

The crowd on both sides of the strait waited patiently, watching the minutes pass by minute by second.

The river is surging and continuous, except for the slight change in the position of the moon reflected in the water, the whole river surface is as if it has not changed forever, and there is nothing unusual about it.

At that moment, on the other side of the river, there were people who couldn't bear it and yelled at everyone.

"I say, is the rumor of this ghost town true?"

"Didn't you say that once every forty-nine years, you would be alive? Don't everyone be fooled, feed the mosquitoes all night by this river. ”

The voice immediately attracted opposition, Zhang Jiao below the river, a light laugh sounded, a fat head and big ears in the center of the head of a large bald, the middle-aged greasy man with a head like a kappa shook his head, and said things that were very different from his image, which seemed extremely funny and incompatible.

"Don't worry, don't worry. When the time comes, everything will be clear. ”

The people around him watched the performance of the two of them, but they did not speak, waiting quietly.

Time passed slowly in waiting, and as the hour approached, the surface of the river began to change slightly.

On the surface of the river, all kinds of river lanterns like boats, lanterns, and lotus flowers float from nowhere, and candles dot the river lanterns, like a group of fireflies on the water, flickering and flickering.

The river lanterns floated one after another, gathering more and more, and the place where the Jianglun had an accident was now filled with these river lanterns that emitted a miserable white halo.

In the flickering candlelight, the sounds of insects and frogs around suddenly disappeared, and a trace of mist or dazzling light continued to rise from it, and in the blink of an eye, the entire river surface was filled.

The suona sound, which was inaudible and uninaudible whether it was mourning or joy, corresponded to the gradually sounding ballad.

Zhang Jiao's right eyelid jumped, and at the same time that his heart was uneasy, his right eye socket instantly became a blood-colored color, and there were no traces of a hexagram arranged in the blood light.

"Sixty-three, the division or the corpse, fierce. ”

He immediately became alert, looked around, and wisps of gray-white breath continued to float out from between his mouth and nose, circulating all over his body, about to open the ghost snake to prevent accidents.

It's just that when he opens the ghost, the ghost seems to collide with something, and there is a momentary contact.

Zhang Jiao shook silently, and in the dark, a fragment suddenly flashed away in front of his eyes.

When he raised his eyes, the mountains and rivers in the distance were clearly visible, and the moon and stars above his head were unchanged from their previous positions, except for the river lanterns constantly floating on the surface of the river, there was nothing abnormal at all.

But he felt a faint chill in his heart, in the picture that had just flashed in his eyes.

In front of you, these are two very different worlds.

Where they were now were black clouds rolling, lightning and thunder, and torrential rain blowing in the wind.

The surface of the river was hit by the continuous torrential rain with countless ripples, and there were no river lights floating by.

The crowd standing on both sides of the river bank had already been drenched by the torrential rain, and he was no exception, the rain poured him up and down like a shower in the bathroom, and the feeling of drenching was very real.

Zhang Jiao subconsciously raised his hand and looked at it in front of him, his fingers were pale and cold, without the slightest wet stain, as if the scene that flashed in front of him just now was an illusion.

"When?"

The river lanterns floating on the surface of the river float with the waves, stirring up the halo of stars, and it is beautiful in the haze.

But Zhang Jiao had no intention of appreciating it, he knew that if he had really fallen into the ghost sting, then whether the scenery in front of him was real or fake depended on the mind of the owner of the ghost city.

If the host is happy, not to mention that there are more drifting river lanterns on the river, even if the stars fall and the river flows up, it is also a very random thing.

After all, he can be regarded as having mastered some abilities similar to ghosts, so he naturally understands that in ghosts, all laws based on reality may be distorted and distorted.

It's like if he is reckless, he can completely cover up an entire building-sized place, disappear into the senses of ordinary people, whether you look at it or touch it, you can't touch the existence of this building, and even you yourself will wonder.

Is there really such a building here?

Because the moment you come into contact with Zhang Jiao's ghost, all your senses are distorted and confused by him. It's like he can't tell whether what he sees in front of him is real or fake.

Compared with the ghost snake in front of him, which is difficult to distinguish between true and false, I don't know how much it covers, his ghost snake can be described as simple and not worth mentioning.

At least when a normal person sees the world covered by a gray aura in front of them, he will immediately feel that something is wrong and become alert.

Like here, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and the illusion seems to overlap with reality, which makes people wonder.

So, he immediately made a decision.

Zhang Jiao waved his palm lightly, and the twenty Troubled Boys standing not far behind him immediately lined up in front of him.

He looked at the twenty or so people in front of him, and suddenly his head was raised, and a vague and unclear facial features suddenly appeared on his face.

The face opened its mouth wide and sucked sharply at the twenty or so people in front of him.

The twenty or so old boys standing in line in front of them immediately shook violently, their bodies arched, their toes propped on the ground, and their mouths wide open.

A trace of vitality full of fresh breath was slowly pulled out, and it was eaten up by the face that appeared on Zhang Jiao's face.

Knock knock!

After a while, more than twenty old boys collapsed to the ground one after another.

Although the bewitchers who fell to the ground were pale, they breathed evenly and powerfully, and they were obviously not in danger of life, Zhang Jiao looked at them, and then he didn't care about them, and then whether they were dead or alive depended on their own creation.

Although he spared their lives, the ghost town is about to appear here, and no one knows what will happen next, and everything is still unknown.

The vague face floating on his face slowly shrank back, and the two evil spirits that had been suppressed in his body greedily pounced on him, like catnip sucking catnip, letting you stroke your hands up and down at will, and not resisting.

Zhang Jiao let out a long sigh of relief, and his originally pale face suddenly had a touch of blood, and the whole person seemed to have a little more yang.

He subconsciously looked at the twenty or so people on the ground, and the urge to suck them dry became stronger, but soon he gathered his mind and forced this thought down.

He is just acting like this now to prepare first, after all, the ghost town is about to appear, and it is always right to make up for the blood blue buff first.

If you really let go completely, I'm afraid that I will be controlled by the powerful ghosts in my body in an instant, and become the shell of their resurrection.

The difference between humans and ghosts is reason, indiscriminately taking away the opportunity of life, what is the difference between that and a ghost, his self has been completely assimilated by ghosts, and what survives in the world is just a body controlled by ghosts.

On the other side, at the edge of the riverbank, several people who noticed Zhang Jiao's abnormal behavior subconsciously let out an exclamation, and a few people who were closer to him moved some distance away and secretly included him in the key prevention targets.

"Raise ghosts!"

There is really a person who is not afraid of death to practice this evil magic, and he even made him successful.

At present, the people surrounding the riverside have all three sects and nine streams, most of them are left-handed warlocks and side-door cultivators, and they are all people who have been in this circle for most of their lives.

They could see Zhang Jiao's details at a glance.

Raising ghosts can be described as a spell of rotten streets, this kind of Xiamao method originated from the three Mao method, which is widely spread among the people, coupled with the different customs and habits of various places and the different methods of each faction, there are many variants of this Xiamao method.

Raising ghosts for transport, raising ghosts for wealth, raising nightmare ghosts who want to harm people, and so on. But these are kept outside the body, or raised in the old altar buried in the ground for a hundred years, or raised in some years of locust wood, and the strong man can seal the ghost into the painting and raise it with incense.

However, there are very few people who dare to raise ghosts with their bodies, people belong to yang and ghosts belong to yin, yin and yang are born to clash with each other, and the contact between the two sides is like water entering boiling oil, which is inherently incompatible.

Even if there is one lucky person in ten thousand who survives the clash of yin and yang, it is still rare to have a good death, and under the mutual consumption of yin and yang, death is inevitable, and it may be in the next moment.

But there are gains and losses, taking such a risk is naturally a great gain, every person who raises ghosts can be said to be a living ghost, the ability of all kinds of ghosts can be said to be taken at will, compared to others who have worked hard to cultivate spells, it can be said that it is a step to the sky.

And the longer the two are fused, every day passes, under the fusion and transformation of yin and yang, the ability of the living to cast ghosts will become more and more powerful and weird.

Suddenly, on both sides of the river, there was a bit of jealousy in the eyes of Zhang Jiao, and he vaguely treated him as the number one enemy.