Not long after Yun Xiaoye left the Shiwei Tian Restaurant, the night was already falling, and it was not easy to be in a hurry, so he pondered to find a place to rest for the night.

On the street, in the crowd.

"I spent another one or three taels of silver for a meal! Now I still have three hundred taels on my body! I spend money like water!"

Yun Xiaoxie thought that his purse was getting more and more deflated, and he couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, when he was in the ancient city of Yueyang in Xiangxi, he took the sheep and stole a hundred and ten taels of silver from the thirteenth sister, otherwise now he really plans to go to the dock to carry a big bag and eat and drink as a liba.

Han Xuemei's departure made him a little uncomfortable, from the downhill plum leaf as a companion, after the plum leaf disappeared, Song Yourong has been by his side. For more than 20 days, he has been facing Han Xuemei day and night in the cave behind the Guangming Peak of Yellow Mountain.

A fierce person, without the company of a beautiful fairy, is indeed a little lost in his heart.

He wandered around the city for a long time, wanted a cheaper inn, asked several, and it cost seven or eight dollars of silver to stay for a night, he was naturally a little reluctant, and after asking, he learned that there were cheaper inns in the slums of Xicheng.

Yun Xiaoxie was overjoyed when he heard this, and strode towards Xicheng.

Shitai City is also a medium-sized city, with a population of nearly 100,000, and the ancient city has four urban districts, and the northern city is mostly rich and the most prosperous. The south city is slightly inferior to the east city, while the west city is a slum with a loss of ten for a fake.

As soon as he walked into the Xicheng area, Yun Xiaoxiao obviously felt that the atmosphere was not much different from the Beicheng that he had just walked in, the streets here were also very wide, but they were extremely messy and dirty, and the shops on both sides were also fragmented, and there was only one shop far away.

Perhaps because of the insecurity in the west of the city after dark, most of the shops were closed, and only the banners and wooden signs hanging at the door were hunting in the night wind.

"It's too desolate, isn't it?"

Yun Xiaoye felt the wind blowing on the street, his body trembled slightly, and his brows furrowed together.

The further you go in, the more desolate the surroundings become, and there are still a few lights at first, but at this moment it has become a black light and blind fire, not to mention the inn, and I don't even see a night baked cake stall.

There are even no beggars that were everywhere just now.

At this moment, he already had the intention of going back, and secretly thought that it didn't matter if he spent seven or eight dollars of silver, and it was even a big deal to go to the wilderness for a night, after all, he had come all the way from Shushan and had slept in the wilderness.

The night breeze with a hint of weird coolness in the coldness was blowing slowly, faintly mixed with a whining sound, like a wild ghost groaning, eerie and terrifying.

Fortunately, Yun Xiaoxie is a person who has achieved true cultivation, and although he is young, he is not scared to pee his pants.

Come to think of it, this guy dared to go to Tianhuo Peak in the back mountain of Shu Mountain to hunt for treasure a few months ago, and he still had the guts.

Just as he turned his head to go back, suddenly, his brows furrowed, and he looked at a small dark alley not far away.

The alley was pitch black, and it seemed that even the moonlight had been absorbed by the darkness, which made people feel a little chill in their hearts.

Yun Xiaoye frowned and looked at the depths of the alley, a cool wind blew from the alley, almost cold to the bone marrow, and at the same time, he faintly felt a strange aura in the alley.

This breath is very faint, and it is natural that you can't feel it before you change it.

But since he started cultivating the eighth volume of the Heavenly Book on the tortoiseshell more than a month ago, his cultivation has increased day by day, and his sensitivity in the darkness has also risen sharply.

He turned his head and looked around again, and saw that there were a few houses scattered around, but they were almost dilapidated, not like they were inhabited, and a strange thought flashed in his heart.

He took out the magic weapon nameless short stick from his bosom, secretly guarded, took a deep breath, and walked into the dark alley.

The alley was long, damp, I don't know how long no one had walked it, the floor was full of rotting garbage, and there were even the corpses of dead dogs and cats, and the air was filled with a foul and strange smell, almost disgusting.

Yun Xiaoxie frowned, couldn't help but slow down, walked along the alley all the way in, almost walked a stick of incense for a while, and finally walked out of the alley and came to a rather large mansion.

Judging from the appearance, the former owner of this house must have been a rich man, with a tall courtyard and two nine-foot-high stone lions in front of the door, with angry eyes and extremely solemn.

It's just that the lintel of the former Gaoting has become extremely desolate now, and I don't know how many years no one has lived in it, the courtyard wall is in tatters, and even the gold plaques in the past are now half hanging down, hanging on it, and every gust of wind blows, the drooping dilapidated plaques will make a clicking sound.

Yun Xiaoye didn't care about this, he cared about the yin qi here, which was quite dignified. After carefully looking around, with the half-hung "Nine Calculations of the Divine Machine" that he had learned since childhood, he soon found that the dilapidated house in front of him was extremely peculiar, and it was in the place where the yin qi was heaviest within a radius of dozens of miles.

This kind of place is only suitable for building a ghost house and Yizhuang, and the Yang people live here, and they will definitely go to the big mold.

He hesitated, but still walked up and gently pushed open the already dilapidated door, perhaps it had not been opened for many years, the door was pushed by an external force, and suddenly made a squeaky sound, quite harsh.

As soon as the door opened, a biting yin wind blew in an instant, and Yun Xiaoxi's Dao Xing turned pale, and he stopped his movements in shock.

Under the moonlight, Yun Xiaoxie stood in front of the dilapidated gate, a trace of cold sweat slowly appeared on his forehead, and he slowly raised his head, and then in the moonlight, he saw a row of old yellow talismans pasted on the top of the lintel, as if there were Taoist sect cultivators who used talismans to trap the yin qi in the courtyard inside.

"It's weird!"

Yun Xiaoxie was secretly surprised in his heart, lying on the door that opened a little gap slightly, squinting his eyes and looking in.

What caught my eye was a long-abandoned courtyard, which looked quite large, and there were countless zombie ghosts waiting for me behind the door as I expected.

Curious, he pushed the door open a little more.

"Woo ......"

The hoarse wind sounded slowly, and the small yellow runes on the lintel were blown by the yin wind, but after a while, a faint soft golden light suddenly appeared on the small rune papers that did not know how much wind and frost they had experienced, blocking all the leaked yin qi into the courtyard.

Yun Xiaoye leaned in half of his body through the open gate, stretched out his nose and sniffed, and indeed clearly felt a cold ghost aura permeating the courtyard.

"It's better not to get into trouble, it's better to go first!"

After all, he was young, and he had a fear in his heart, so he wanted to leave here.

But as soon as he turned his head, he was about to leave, but he found that there was a cyan stone tablet standing next to the stone lion, with eight big characters as red as blood on it.

"The ghost house in the yin land, the yang people are forbidden to enter!"

The cyan stele has long been damaged by the wind and rain, and the eight characters on it are still as bright as warm blood.

Under the cold moonlight, outside this extremely gloomy ghost mansion, these eight words were like the eight most terrifying evil spirits in the Nine Hidden Mansions, revealing a hideous appearance.

Yun Xiaoye shuddered, his body shook suddenly, and he turned his head to look at the dilapidated courtyard behind him, his face was pale and bloodless.

He held a nameless short stick in his hand, and his joints were a little white due to the exertion.

After a while, he strode in the direction he had come, but only a dozen paces, and the guy stopped suddenly, and then he turned around and ran back again.

He scolded and said, "I want to see what the hell can be done in this ghost mansion in the underworld!"

Fifteen-year-olds, rebellious and curious, are more rebellious and curious than any other age.

And Yun Xiaoxie's adventurous spirit is incomparable to others.

If it weren't for those eight words, he might have really turned back.

But, his character is, you don't let me do anything, I'm going to do it!

Squeak!

The dilapidated mahogany door was gently pushed open by Yun Xiaoxie's hand, and without hesitation, he strode into this ghost mansion in the underworld.

It's quiet outside, but there is a strange whining sound in the house, which shows that the yin qi is beyond people's imagination.

Yun Xiaoye held the nameless short stick tightly and walked in the courtyard behind the gate, under the moonlight, he walked very slowly, and a pair of bright eyes slowly swept around.

Suddenly, he noticed that something was abnormal, and when he looked down, he saw that the crescent-shaped jade jue embedded in the top of the nameless short stick in his hand didn't know when it glowed with a faint red light, and he seemed to be very excited.

Yun Xiaoxie's face changed slightly, and he felt a bloodthirsty and violent aura coming from the nameless short stick, and the thick bloody aura almost made him vomit, just like when he fought against the mysterious man with the devil's fanged mask in the belly of Rottu Mountain that day.

At that time, the thick bloody breath was thought to be released by the mysterious man, and neither he nor Han Xuemei cared. At this moment, he felt the familiar bloody aura again, and it was obvious that it was not released by the mysterious man, but from this inconspicuous magic weapon in his hand.

"What's going on?!Why is my magic weapon so bloody?"

Yun Xiaoye was secretly surprised in his heart, but what was even more surprised was still to come.

Just when he was stunned, he found that the ground under his feet was very strange, and there was no grass, and he began to think that it was paved with stone slabs, but when he looked down, he was stunned to find that the whole yard was actually covered with a layer of black sand.

As if thinking of something, he stooped down and swept the sand, revealing a layer of white powder underneath.

He pinched up a little white powder and sniffed it on the mouth of his nose, his face changed again and again, and he lost his voice: "Lime powder!"

With that, the nameless short stick in his hand dug vigorously into the ground, digging through the sand and the second layer of lime powder, and about half a foot below, he dug out a small bone.

This bone is small, very thin, and the whole body is pitch black, and it does not look like a human skeleton, but rather the bones of a tanuki.

Yun Xiaoxie is from the Taoist sect, and what he has learned is the most exquisite thing in the world today, plus he likes to read books such as gods and demons and Wuyue Qita since he was a child, and he knows a lot of strange things.

"Nine Ghost Soul Array! Could it be that the previous owner of this house was a master of the Ghost Sect?"

Yun Xiaoxie's face showed a look of horror, he slowly stood up, and then shook his head and said to himself: "No, this courtyard has been abandoned for at least decades, and it looks like it is still an old mansion hundreds of years ago, and the yellow sand and cat bones of the Nine Ghost Soul Array in this house have only turned black, at most it is not more than ten years, and it is still far from the color of blood, could it be that the people in the ghost sect have seen that the yin qi of this place is concentrated and occupies this place!"

"Damn! No wonder the entire Xicheng is desolate, there are people from the evil sect who set up the Nine Shadows Soul Array in the prosperous city of the Central Plains to search for souls, fortunately I found out, if in another ten years, the Nine Shadows Soul Array becomes a blood array, then the nearly 100,000 people in the entire Shitai City are afraid that they will be invaded by the Yin Qi!"

Yun Xiaoyi is greedy for life and afraid of death, greedy for money and lustful, but he is unambiguous in the face of major rights and wrongs.

He knew very well that the Nine Ghost Soul Array was created by Xue Tian, the amazing and brilliant ancestor of the Ghost Dao, thousands of years ago, and it was extremely domineering and fierce, with a very strong miraculous effect of collecting souls and summoning the Nine Ghost Souls, and the yin qi was extremely heavy.

Since the death of the ghost king Xue Tian thousands of years ago, this kind of thaumaturgy has been lost in the world. Unexpectedly, in an abandoned yin mansion in this Central Plains city, such a fierce array was discovered.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, if it was really as he expected, wouldn't it be that the person who arranged this formation was nearby?

can arrange such a strange array, but I am afraid that it is definitely not something that I can provoke.

His face turned slightly pale, and his vigilance was even heavier.

Perhaps, Tiangong is really not beautiful, just when he was on full vigilance, there was a rustling of footsteps outside the door.

Yun Xiaoxie's face changed greatly, he looked left and right, and saw that the main hall was dark, gritted his teeth, totoed, and swept silently towards the main hall opposite the courtyard.

When he arrived at the main hall, his face changed again, only to see that the huge hall was dilapidated, the doors and windows had already rotted out of shape, but the strange thing was that there were dozens of coffins on the ground of the hall, most of the coffins had rotted, and even the white bones inside could be seen.

He didn't have time to think about it, and his body swept over the dark beams above.