The young man was sure that Deng An would not run away, and when he saw him suddenly rushing out, he was helpless for a while. At that time, it was almost dusk, and even though the eyesight of immortal cultivators was better than that of ordinary people, if they wanted to find a ghost in this vast mountain forest, they would undoubtedly be looking for a needle in a haystack.

The young man knew that he was inexperienced and failed to catch Deng An at the first time, but now Deng An has passed the soul gathering period and is no longer bound by yin qi, and he will need luck next time he wants to meet him. He was quite unwilling to search carefully in the yin qi, stared at the crack for a while, and after confirming that there were no other ghosts, he sighed and left helplessly.

Deng An climbed several hills in a row and found a shady place to stop. Before, he had a certain speculation about his ability to get rid of yin qi. As a ghost, you must be afraid of yang energy, and as long as it is not exposed to direct sunlight, there is no danger of burning and dying immediately.

Of course, if you leave the environment full of yin qi for too long, you will still be burned by the yang qi scattered in the air, and after a long time, there is also the danger of soul dissipation, and you must find a place where yin qi is rich in a certain period of time to replenish the yin qi consumed by the body.

Deng An didn't have the courage to return to the original tomb, in case he was guarded by that young man, it would be too late to cry. What's more, the yin qi in that place originated from the round ball that was integrated into his body, and it wouldn't take long for it to dissipate, and he would have to leave when the time came.

Therefore, it is imperative to find the underworld. As for revenge, Deng An doesn't even know where he is now, and where he can go to find his enemy.

Regarding the saying of the underworld, Deng An heard it before his death, either in a place with a heavy cold atmosphere, or in a place with many dead people. Most of the places with a heavy cold atmosphere have special terrain and shapes, and it takes luck to find them, but where there are many dead people, it is easy to find, but wherever there are people, there are graveyards.

Thinking of staying in these places in the future, Deng An couldn't help but feel nauseous, but he was immediately relieved that he was already dead, and these places were his "home".

"Let's look for a nearby village and try to figure out where they are. ”

With the goal in mind, Deng An calmly identified the direction. It was already dark, and he had already panicked when he fled, and he had no specific purpose, so he had to find his way so as not to run back into the young monk.

Regarding the rumors that ghosts only act at night, Deng An now feels the same way. If it's daytime, you will inevitably be distracted by avoiding the sun, and at night you don't have to think about these issues, and you can move forward boldly with confidence.

The beasts of the mountains can sense the presence of ghosts. When they are far away, they will actively avoid a distance. Deng An didn't have any interest in these beasts, and now he didn't have to worry about food and clothing, he just had to go straight to the night.

The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk, but it does not pose any obstacle to Deng An. Compared to those low-level disciples in the Immortal Dao Sect, he had a clear advantage. Mortal immortal cultivators, only when they reach the foundation can they have the ability to fly in the sky.

However, Deng An didn't dare to fly too high. Even if it's night, you don't have to worry about the sun, but the residual yang energy in the sky is much larger than the ground, and once you fly too far from the ground, the burning sensation in your body will become more and more obvious.

After climbing over four or five hills, Deng An finally found sporadic lights, judging from their size, it should be an ordinary small mountain village, and he looked for a light and floated over.

This is an ordinary hunter's family, the head of the household is a sturdy man in his thirties, who is sharpening a simple knife in the house, and should be preparing to go out to hunt tomorrow morning. In the pit in the corner of the house were two children, the older was a girl in her teens and the younger was a boy of seven or eight years old. On the edge of the pit sat a dark-skinned woman mending clothes.

"Tie his father, the day after tomorrow is the day to hand in the prey, our family has not much savings left, I don't know if we can save enough taxes next month, in my opinion, let's leave the village too! The Chen family just moved away, I heard Dacheng's mother say that he went to Nanyuan City to work for a large family, and his life is much better than now. ”

The Chen family was sold to the master's family, and they did not have any personal freedom, and life and death were all decided by the master's family. Besides, our Du Jialiang's people are all registered hunters, if they escape, they will be imprisoned, and the people who take them in will also be implicated, the head of the Chen family and Wang Changshun, the prime minister of the dynasty, are relatives, and the government turned a blind eye and did not pursue it. ”

The woman obviously did not understand these inside stories, and her expression was a little depressed: "Alas! There are fewer and fewer wild beasts in this mountain, and there are so many prey to be handed in, although the insufficient can be offset with money, but we all rely on hunting to eat, and the prey is not all together, and we can still pay all the taxes? I watched that girl grow up, and it was uncomfortable to think about it. ”

At this, the woman could not help but sob.

The man didn't know how to comfort his wife, so he just kept his head and continued to sharpen his knife. For him, the knife was everything he could do to make a living, whether it was hunting or anything else. He decided to venture into the mountains tomorrow, and perhaps he would have a lot of gains. If you are lucky enough to hunt a black bear or a tiger, you don't have to worry about your livelihood for a year.

The woman seemed to think of something, and said: "This is the case with most of the hunters in the villages near the left, is it not at all that the government is sympathetic to the suffering of the common people, no matter how big the mountains and forests around here are, there is a time when the wild beasts are hunted." ”

The man said angrily: "No one at all levels in Linzhou does not know, but the order to collect the prey was issued by the emperor, and these local officials want us to hand over more prey so that they can hand over the merit to the emperor, who will speak for us?"

"This emperor is really strange, what do you want so many prey? If you just eat it yourself, this appetite is too good. ”

"Where is he eating it himself, it is rumored that it is to raise pets, otherwise the royal family will have a good way to preserve the corpses of wild beasts, and they will always rot after a long time. ”

"The emperor tosses the people so much, and the local officials don't dare to take care of it, is it possible that those ministers in the court also sit idly by, and there is not a single upright person among them to advise?"

"At first, it was, but then it was gone. ”

When the man said this, he stopped what he was doing, glanced at the door and window vigilantly, and then added: "The former Yushi Deng Zhongshu is the official who was dismissed because of this. ”

The woman's face changed several times, and she said, "Is it Lord Deng who was killed by the robbers last year? Alas, what a pity! Why are good people always not rewarded?" ”

The man bowed his head and stopped talking, concentrating on sharpening the knife.

When Deng An heard the couple mention his father, he realized that a year had passed since his death. He was about to listen, but the couple stopped talking. Deng An is already a ghost, and he has the heart to inquire, but he has no way to communicate with people.

Deng An "stringed" the door several times, but never heard about the robbery of his house that year. However, he also had a small gain, knowing the approximate location of Tingshui Town.

Seeing that midnight has passed, there are no more hunters who stay up late. Deng An was worried that Yin Qi would be consumed too much, so he began to look for mass graves. Finally, on the west side of the mountain village, a sloping area was discovered, which was covered with grave bags, and from a distance, you could see the pale cyan ghost fire.

Although he was a ghost, Deng An still felt a little frightened.

Under the cold night sky, crude tombstones stand quietly, with the owner's name simply written on them. Since the mountain villages are full of poor people and cannot afford to use good white jade, the material of the tombstones is taken from the very hard winter poplar wood, which is very common in the vicinity.

When Deng An came to the vicinity of the cemetery, he felt that there was indeed yin qi here, especially the wisps of black silk that could be seen in it, although its quality was far less than the depression when he was "born", but it was better than nothing. He tried to absorb some, knowing that his judgment was correct, no accident, before dawn, enough to recover the previous consumption, so he found a complex terrain and concentrated on absorbing it.

Suddenly, Deng Anxin felt something, and hurriedly looked at a mound on the edge of the cemetery, judging from the brand-new wreath planted on it, it should have been buried in the last few days. At this time, a fist-sized light cluster appeared above the mound, and Deng An immediately ruled out the possibility of ghost fire, compared to the scattered ghost fire around, this light cluster was much more dazzling.

Deng An didn't know this thing, and subconsciously associated it with himself, since it was a person who had died not long ago, it was likely that a new ghost was born.

At the thought of meeting his own kind, Deng An's mood became complicated, that is, some expectation, and some fear, he didn't know what to think about among the ghosts.

Gradually, the light dimmed a lot. As soon as it emerged from the tomb, there was no other movement, just a quiet levitation. Deng An stared at the front tightly, feeling more and more strange in his heart, for some reason, he actually had the desire to devour it.

"Senior, can you give it to me?" Deng An was looking at things in front of him, and when he hesitated, a milky voice came from the side.

At this time, it was just past midnight, and the location was a cemetery, how could anyone stay, and, judging by the voice, it was still a boy of seven or eight years old. Deng An was taken aback, and looked over for a sound, except for a few thorny bushes, the place was empty.

"Senior, I waited for three days for this soul spirit. I really want to eat it, you can let it go to me...... , Grandpa, Xiaobao misses you very much, hmm...... Hmm...... "Later, the child's voice couldn't stop crying and started crying.

Only then did Deng An discover that a small cloud of yin qi poked out from behind the bush, and its form was almost the same as his own, but the color was much lighter, and the shape was slightly smaller.

At first sight, Deng An couldn't help but exclaim: "Ghost! You are a ghost!" Of course, this kind of exclamation is limited to consciousness.

The yin qi was stunned by Deng An, and he carefully retracted a part of the bushes behind him, and asked in a snort: "So what? Aren't the predecessors also ghosts!"