Seeing that this little ghost was soft, Jiang Yuan opened his mouth and asked:

"Who are you and where did you come from?"

The little female ghost knelt down and replied:

"I was originally the daughter of the Zhang family here, but I died of illness a few days ago. Originally, Chaos didn't know anything, but last night he suddenly opened his mind. I couldn't help it...... I want to eat people, but I can't bear to eat my parents. So I hid here and waited until I met the Ghost King......"

"Zhang's family?" Jiang Yuan remembered that the house on the side of the alley seemed to be the Zhang family.

When he just passed by, the Zhang family seemed to be doing the first seven funerals, and it turned out that it was their daughter who died.

When Jiang Yuan created ghosts, he had already discovered that once a person died, his soul would leave his body and hover around the body and would not leave.

Such a soul is muddy, sluggish, and has no reaction to the outside world, as if it is immersed in the memories of his life.

They are harmless to humans and animals, and will soon dissipate from heaven and earth.

And if such a spirit is attacked by a ghost, it will turn into a kind of geisman similar to that produced by a person who has been killed by a demon.

These spirits will wander within a certain range, and as long as a living person does not come close to the range of their wandering, they will not react to the outside world.

And when they have the breath of life within their range, they will rely on their instinct to pounce on people.

And once they have eaten the wandering souls of people and received the nourishment of the souls of the living, they will open their minds and completely turn into demons.

Such demons and ghosts are vicious and ferocious with their cannibalistic existence and powerful means.

And the little female ghost in front of her originally died of natural diseases, and she should not have the opportunity to turn into a geist and then become a demon.

Unless, during the period when its soul dissipates after death, it is impregnated with ghostly energy.

Especially during this period of time, Taiping Town seems to have erupted on a large scale of demons and ghosts, and the previous Taiping Town was not so chaotic.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but think of the upcoming sacrificial ground, it seemed that the outbreak of demons and ghosts seemed to be related to the sacrificial ground.

And tonight, the devil will reach a climax in Taiping Town. Tomorrow night will be the day of the destruction of Taiping Town.

Jiang Yuan squatted down and asked the little female ghost some questions about how she became a demon.

But this little imp is ignorant of everything, he doesn't know how he became a demon at all, and he doesn't even remember whether he opened his mind because he ate it.

This made Jiang Yuan couldn't help but be a little disappointed, it seemed that if he wanted to know the answer, there was not much hope for this little ghost who had just turned into a demon.

"Don't you want to hurt your father?" Jiang Yuan asked.

The imp nodded:

"I don't dare to get close to them, and once I get close to them, I can't help it...... I don't want to eat people, but I just can't control myself...... I just hate, hate myself for dying at such a young age while everyone else is alive and well?!"

Jiang Yuan shook his head and said:

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm in the world. Although you died at a young age, it seems unfortunate, but you will die in life, you will die in life, and life and death will be the same. Let me tell you a story:

Zhuangzi's wife died, and Keiko went to Zhuangzi's house to offer condolences.

But I saw Zhuangzi spread his legs and sat on the ground like a dustpan, beating the tiles and singing a song.

Keiko angrily accused: 'Your wife lives with you, has children until she dies of old age, and you don't cry when you die, don't you think it's too much to sing while knocking on the tiles!'

Chuang Tzu replied: 'No, how can I not be sad when my wife first died! Mixed in the trance-like realm, there is a breath of change, a breath changes and a body, a body changes and a life, and now the change returns to death, which is the same as the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. The dead man lay her quietly between heaven and earth, and I wept with it, thinking that it was not possible to reach the destiny of heaven, so I stopped crying. ’

You see, isn't life like a big empty dream, and since you're dead, and you don't want to hurt your parents and others, why don't you choose to rest in peace?"

The imp shook his head a little nervously:

"I don't understand ......"

"I don't really understand, I'm listening to what people say. Jiang Yuan said, "Before I kill other demons, I never talk so much to them. But you are the exception because you are special to me. ”

As he spoke, Jiang Yuan stretched out his hand to grab the little ghost's neck, and the suction of the ghost qi on his hand suddenly appeared.

Bitter resentment appeared in the eyes of the little ghost:

"After going around for a long time, you still want to kill me!"

Jiang Yuan calmly replied:

"You tried to hurt me twice, can I forgive you?"

After finishing speaking, the suction power in Jiang Yuan's hand surged.

The little ghost, who was already very weak, was completely sucked by Jiang Yuan at this moment and disappeared completely.

After killing this little ghost, Jiang Yuan was not as happy as he was at the beginning, but he was a little melancholy.

Many things happen again, and the mood will be very different.

Jiang Yuan shook his head, and then walked out of the deep alley.

The passers-by around him didn't pay much attention to him, after all, this time there were no ghost handprints on his face.

It didn't take long for Jiang Yuan's familiar scene to come from the street.

"Xuantian Mother took pity on the world and sent her disciple Yuheng Zhenren to go down to earth to subdue demons and subdue demons and save the world. Wait for ordinary people, why don't you quickly kneel down and worship the true God?!"

The suona is sharp, and the gongs and drums are noisy.

Jiang Yuan looked at everything in front of him indifferently, as if watching a familiar movie again.

With a fluttering yellow flag, a group of uniformly dressed people with serious expressions slowly approached the street.

They are a group of more than 20 people, all dressed in yellow, among them are holding copper bells, or holding peachwood swords, or scattering yellow charms, or holding large flags.

In the middle of the procession, there are four people carrying a Dharma altar, on which sits a high-crowned yellow-robed old man with a crane-haired and childish face. He closed his eyes and kept his mouth shut, his hands and chest were sealed, and he was unusually solemn.

The team chanted as they marched:

"The red dust is like a prison, all living beings are suffering, reincarnation is not stopped, and there is endless sorrow!

Have mercy on me, there is a god descending from heaven, Yuheng is a real person, save the common people!"

The originally lonely and deserted street instantly poured out a lot of people, bowing their heads to this group of people and bowing down:

"Real people are kind, please save us!"

"Please ask the real person to give me a talisman and bless my family with peace!"

"As long as the real person is willing to save my family, I am willing to pay any price!

......

As the people pleaded, two boys holding wooden boxes came out of the procession.

They said with a blank face to the people who were prostrating themselves:

"The real talisman seal is made by consuming divine power, and if you want to get the blessing of a real person, you have to be sincere!

When the people heard this, they shouted, "I'll donate!"

They swarmed up, stuffing the silver taels into wooden crates and collecting the yellow sigils.

......

Jiang Yuan's originally indifferent expression finally changed at this time:

"That's right...... Interesting ......"

This time, looking at the real person of Yuheng on the altar again, Jiang Yuan made other discoveries.

On the body of Yuheng Zhenren, there is a very deep hidden ghost energy.

The vitality and ghost aura of the living coexisted, and Jiang Yuan had seen this situation in many Wing Sect demons.

Back then, Jiang Yuan only thought that this Yuheng real person was just a god stick who pretended to be a god, but now it seems that he is really a member of the Wing Sect.

And then things get interesting.

Finally, after glancing at Yuheng Zhenren, Jiang Yuan turned around and left.

The strength of Yuheng Zhenren is not strong, but it is equivalent to the level of Zhao Realm. In such a realm, Jiang Yuan could be easily killed.

Jiang Yuan can answer many questions slowly, after all, there is a lot of time.

He remained silent in the direction of his remembered home, far from the street, and his surroundings were deserted.

The location of the home is close to the edge of the town, which is also an area where the poor people live. Everywhere you look, you can see the collapsed ruins, the weeds in the cracks of the tiles, and the broken pottery in the corners.

The clouds are getting thicker, the dusk has passed, and the night has come completely.

Although it had just fallen at night, it was already dark and there was no light.

"Whoa!"

The torrential rain finally poured down, and instead of washing the world, more filth flowed out with the rain.

After returning home, everything was just like what Jiang Yuan saw back then, the roof was already leaking, and the corner of the bedding on the bed had been soaked by the rain.

Jiang Yuan took out the two steamed buns at home, hesitated for a while, and carefully nibbled them one bite at a time.

Although this is Jiang Yuan's home, Jiang Yuan still feels very strange and has no sense of closeness.

On the contrary, he missed the Jiang Mansion in Pengcheng a little, there were four children there, Princess Youyue and Yu Ling were also there, and Lin Yulin did not fall asleep.

At that time, life was still very easy and comfortable.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly remembered his cousin in Taiping Town, the girl who pointed out a way out for him.

So Jiang Yuan got up, pushed open the door and walked into the rain.

Braving the heavy rain, he headed in the direction of his cousin's house.

My cousin's house is a few streets away from Jiang Yuan's house, and there are no pedestrians on the street on a rainy night.

Among the houses on both sides of the street, you can see a lot of lights.

On a cold and rainy night, the people huddled in their homes to gather with their relatives, and the voices coming from the houses were different, whether they were laughing, or noisy, or chattering and arguing.

Jiang Yuan's whole body was already drenched in heavy rain, and now his body was not afraid of the cold of the rain, nor would he get sick from it.

The torrential rain was pouring down, and the rain gathered and spread through the streets, and the depth was enough to cover half of the soles of people's feet.

As soon as the night breeze blows, the rain drifts wildly, adding to the cold.

After walking not far, Jiang Yuan suddenly stopped.

He looked up at the dark night sky.

The night sky was thick with dark clouds, which neither moonlight nor starlight could penetrate, and it was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Ghostly!"