Zhao Hong was stunned, he looked at Jiang Wei's serious face, a little puzzled, and asked, "Xiaowei, are you also afraid of this? Aren't you a god, even if you encounter a ghost cultivator, you won't be afraid, right?"

Jiang smiled and said, "Of course I'm not afraid, I'm not worried about you? I'm a descendant of the dignified god clan, where do those ghosts dare to provoke me? But if you get into trouble, in the middle of the night, it's always inconvenient for me to take care of you." ”

Zhao Hong frowned, how could she feel that something was wrong with this little girl today, and she didn't usually see how much she cared about herself?

He was wondering, but saw Jiang Wei take out a wooden sword, and said to him with a smile: "Do you remember the 'Peizhi is not confused' Lost Valley Tree? The Lost Valley Tree can ward off evil spirits and drive away ghosts, I made it into a wooden sword overnight last night." You can hang this mahogany sword in your bedroom, it may be of some benefit to you. ”

Zhao Hong looked at Jiang Wei's tired expression, and couldn't help but feel hot in his heart. At that time, he didn't know what Jiang Wei's intention was to savagely collect the Migu Tree with a soft whip, but now he realized that she actually used it to make a wooden sword for him to use. Zhao Hong replied with gratitude in his heart: "Of course I remember, you also said at that time that the 'Five Elements Devouring Spirit Wood' was one of the sixteen kinds of heaven and earth spirit roots, and I remember all these things. ”

The corners of Jiang Wei's eyes were sour, and a hint of moisture flashed in her bright eyes, she was stunned, pushed Zhao Hong, and said with a smile: "Okay, why are you talking about this...... Alright, I'll hang this wooden sword here at the head of your bed, and remember not to take it down easily. After finishing the work, Jiang Wei smiled at Zhao Hong and walked towards the door.

However, when he walked to the door, Jiang Wei still stopped, and said hesitantly: "Although I gave you the Migu Wood Sword, if there is any movement at night, you must remember to call me over to help......" After speaking, she closed the door.

Zhao Hong was a little wooden, and said in his heart These days, this little girl has changed her temperament a lot, and she is much more docile and kind to him, where is there still a little bit of domineering appearance when she first met her. But that's also a good thing, girls, it's always better to be gentle.

Zhao Hong shook his head again, not planning to think about it anymore. Today, I have purchased a lot of things, and I have more things to do in the evening.

He sat on the bed, palms spread, and two books appeared in his hand. One is "Teng Yan Duel", which is Teng Yanfeng's practice on fire cultivation. The other is "The Essentials of Alchemy", which talks about various pills, the identification and efficacy of medicinal herbs, and the methods of refining pills.

It only took half an hour for him to read "Teng Yan Duel" hastily, and he was not uninterested in the fire system cultivation exercises described in it, but he couldn't cultivate at all. However, the fire control methods mentioned in it are somewhat similar to what Jiang Wei taught, and can be used for reference. In addition, there is also a fire-based attack spell, and he currently only has a low-level flame of a mountain anointment beast, and it is not very powerful to cast at all.

He took back the "Tengyan Decision" and continued to look at the "Essentials of Alchemy", which recorded the various herb identification methods, as well as the configuration and efficacy of various pills, as well as the different refining hearts and techniques of different pills, which immediately aroused his interest.

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Jiang Wei was in a very chaotic mood, so he decided not to think about anything, and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed to cultivate quietly.

Two hours passed, and she turned her true qi into one big week, twelve small weeks, and stood up refreshed. She walked to the window, but she didn't have the intention of admiring the night, but silently looked at a pearl-sized thing in her hand, which was the demon pill she had obtained by killing the beast with Zhao Hong before.

I don't know how long it has been, but there is a noise from upstairs again. After a regular thump, there was the sound of footsteps. The footsteps seemed to be going upstairs, and there was a tendency to keep going to the upper floors.

"Interesting. Jiang Wei sneered, she jumped out of the windowsill, and then with a wind control technique, she climbed up lightly along the windowsill, and it didn't take long for her to stand directly on the windowsill on the first floor. She jumped again, broke through the window, and entered the room.

In the gray moonlight, Jiang Wei could see several clear footprints, as if someone had walked over and left behind. However, Jiang Wei soon found out that something was wrong, because there was another line of footprints next to these footprints, but this line of footprints appeared very abruptly and very lightly. If Jiang Wei hadn't looked at it carefully, it would have been easy to ignore. The footprints were much smaller than those deep footprints, and they seemed to be those of a woman.

Jiang Wei just walked inside along the footprints, and the sound of footsteps disappeared, and Jiang Wei's mind didn't find anything on this floor. Just as she was about to continue looking, there seemed to be two shadows descending the staircase. A moment later, the sound of walking on the floor reappeared upstairs.

Jiang Wei seemed to be entangled, and after a while, she shook her head and flew upstairs.

This floor is very quiet, but Jiang Wei's divine thoughts swept to more than a dozen faint figures. If it weren't for her divine thoughts, she would never have found this kind of figure here. However, these faint figures were like puppets, standing in the middle of the corridor, not moving.

The footsteps still sounded above, Jiang Wei did not hesitate, and continued to jump upstairs.

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Zhao Hong was watching "The Essentials of Alchemy" with relish, and the sound of movement upstairs sounded again.

"Huh?" Zhao Hong closed the book in his hand. At first, he heard the regular thump and didn't pay much attention to it, but now he clearly noticed that the sound was different tonight.

"Why are there still footsteps, and it seems that there are more than one or two?" Zhao Hong couldn't help but be cautious, and after putting away the book, he let go of his soul sense, but then his face immediately became ugly.

Two faint black shadows swam towards him, and it didn't take long for them to penetrate the door and float in front of his eyes.

Zhao Hong knows that all living things have souls, and people are no exception. And ordinary people's souls can't last too long after death, and they will soon dissipate in nature, as for whether there is reincarnation, Zhao Hong doesn't know. But he knew that the souls of ordinary dead people could not survive in broad daylight, and were basically active at night.

And once the soul will not dissipate for a long time due to some special reasons, or because of some obsessions, it will form ghosts, even powerful ghosts. Legend has it that there is a place called "Ghost Stream", which is the place where ghosts and ghosts from all over the world gather. Zhao Hong didn't know if the ghost stream really existed, and where it was, but what he was sure of now was that these two black shadows were like human forms, and they were obviously ghosts that the soul of a person turned into after death.

Of course, there is also a kind of evil cultivator in the world called ghost cultivation, who specializes in refining the souls of other living beings to increase their own cultivation, including ghosts. As far as he knew, the spell master of the "Soul Refining Ditch" was a kind of ghost cultivation.

Now that these two ghost creatures are standing still here, Zhao Hong can't help but feel strange. His soul sensed that they seemed to be unusually restless, as if driven by an obsession, but at the same time he was concerned about something.

"I'm not going to provoke you, but you're going to provoke me?" Zhao Hong stared at the two ghosts and said coldly.

Zhao Hong's words seemed to stimulate the two ghosts, and as soon as the words fell, they pounced frantically. Zhao Hong snorted coldly and threw out a talisman casually, which was the "Fireball Talisman" he had just drawn last night.

The dazzling red light in the room flashed, and in a sharp chirping sound, the two ghosts disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Hong shook his head, these two ghost things are really too bad, they should be ghost things that have just been formed, right? If it weren't for his intention to test the power of his newly drawn "Fireball Talisman", he would really be reluctant to waste it.

At that moment, there were more footsteps from upstairs, and the footsteps were louder than before. Listening to these voices, they should have come down from the corridor and rushed towards Zhao Hong's room again.

Zhao Hong was depressed in his heart, the "Ximen Pavilion" inn didn't just live by himself, Jiang Wei also lived on the opposite side, why did these ghosts only come to him?

Could it be that these ghosts also know the truth of eating soft and afraid of hard, just like Jiang Wei said that she is a descendant of the God Clan, and ghosts dare not provoke them? The more Zhao Hong thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. But why didn't Jiang Wei move at all, did she fall asleep?

Zhao Hong didn't have the time to think about it anymore, because soon there were more than a dozen black shadows standing in front of him. If the two black shadows just now can still be seen with the naked eye, then these dozen or so shadows are much lighter, and Zhao Hong would not be able to detect them at all if he didn't rely on his soul sense.

Zhao Hong's heart sank, knowing that the ghosts that appeared this time seemed to be more ferocious than the previous ones, and there were more of them.

When these ghosts saw Zhao Hong, they didn't hesitate at all, and they actually pounced, as if they were about to devour Zhao Hong. Before it pounced on Zhao Hong, the chilling yin wind had already seeped over.

Zhao Hong looked cautious, sacrificed two "fireball talismans" and threw them over. But to his surprise, after the fireball talisman was activated to form a dozen fireballs to burn, it only forced these ghosts back a little, and it didn't take long for them to gather again.

The fireball talisman was useless? Zhao Hong touched his chin, revealing a surprised expression. He looked over more closely, and found that the dozen or so ghosts were obviously a little dimer, maybe if he had enough fire bomb talismans, he could still destroy these ghosts. But he only succeeded in drawing eight fireball talismans last night, and he had already used three just now, even if he was willing to waste the other five, he might not be able to destroy the dozen or so ghosts in front of him.

"It seems that the level of the 'Fireball Talisman' drawn by himself is too low!" Zhao Hong sighed secretly.

Almost at the same time, the heads of more than a dozen ghost creatures twisted towards Zhao Hong, and although they didn't have eyes, they still seemed to be able to sense everything about Zhao Hong. Immediately, these ghosts let out a low roar from their mouths, and suddenly the black yin qi rose sharply, and the nearby sky suddenly became gloomy. At the same time, countless wailing voices came from the yin qi, as if ten thousand ghosts were hiding in it.

"This ...... These are powerful ghosts!" Zhao Hong secretly exclaimed in his heart. He knew that once a ghost thing became a powerful ghost, it was definitely not comparable to ordinary ghost things.

The powerful ghost led by him suddenly raised his two unexpectedly long arms, and shook his arms at Zhao Hong's place, and in the violent tumbling of yin qi in the air, an incredibly large black ghost claw suddenly condensed, and slowly grabbed it in the direction of Zhao Hong.

The other dozen or so powerful ghosts also stretched out their ghost claws a moment later, and grabbed Zhao Hong one after another.

Zhao Hong only felt that the air around him was tight, and an invisible huge force appeared inexplicably, wanting to completely restrain his body. If it is an ordinary mortal, under this huge force, I am afraid that it can only obediently wait for death.

Although Zhao Hong did not dare to regard such prohibitions as nothing, he was by no means an ordinary mortal. In a hurry, the bridge of his nose moved and he made a "hum" sound. More than a dozen ghost creatures suddenly froze, and Zhao Hong immediately felt the pressure around his body suddenly decrease.

After a cold snort, Zhao Hong's figure flashed and jumped out of the encirclement of the powerful ghosts. He quickly sat down on the spot, the sound of incantations sounded in his mouth, and the whole movement was smooth, and when he used the "soul pulling technique", it only took one breath time.