However, the strange thing is that when Zhuo Yifan saw them holding the skulls, he felt that they were holding their heads, but they were still temporarily growing on their necks, and it would not be long before they would be cut off and then held tightly in the arms of others, just as they did with them now. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As he continued to move forward, Zhuo Yifan's feeling became stronger and stronger, and he even felt that there was a kind of conspiracy in this, making people compete to own other people's heads, and the murderer could not escape being killed.

As for who designed the conspiracy, Zhuo Yifan couldn't guess.

Of course, these are just Zhuo Yifan's speculations, and he doesn't even believe in this speculation himself.

Shuttling through the bustling flow of people, everyone was doing their own thing, but Zhuo Yifan felt that there were countless pairs of vicious eyes around him, staring at him and his every move.

He looked around unnaturally, I don't know if it was dazzling or psychological, he kept feeling someone's head poking out quickly retracted, everywhere.

He looked around alertly, trying to find out the clues, but apart from the noise and noise, there was nothing he felt at all.

The whole bazaar is plastered with the word "swastika" spirit talisman, which adds a mysterious atmosphere and is difficult to tell the evil spirit.

This "swastika" character, Zhuo Yifan is still very familiar, he has seen it in the mountain behind Bodhi Temple, it is also mysterious.

Seeing them now, it is like being in that weird back mountain, and there is a cave.

And the people who poured here opened their mouths to be magic weapons, and other than that, there was no other topic, looking at their various outfits, as well as their accents with different accents, Zhuo Yifan knew that they came from different places.

Zhuo Yifan continued to walk forward, and soon came to the southwest corner of Belvedere, where an old mansion with a sense of age gradually appeared in front of him.

The old mansion looked a long way ago, but it was not broken, but it had a solemn feeling. The old mansion is so large that it's hard to see how big it is from the outside, and you know that there is no end in sight to the yard around it.

The Belvedere itself is located in the southwest border, and the Spiritualist View is located in the southwest corner of the Belvedere, could it be that the southwest direction has an impact on the power of the magic weapon?

Zhuo Yifan saw the conjuring view from afar, and he was very excited in his heart, he began to speed up his pace, wanting to enter as soon as possible to solve the doubts in his heart.

However, just as he was about to reach the entrance of the Conjuring Spirit, his footsteps stopped abruptly, because he saw that the door was not a stone lion or a stone tiger or something, but a skeleton frame of two people. The white bones of Sen Sen glowed with evil aura under the oblique sunlight, and the sunken eye sockets were exactly the same as the eye sockets of the skull at the entrance of Zhuo Jian Villa.

Zhuo Yifan swallowed his saliva, feeling that he had come to the gate of Zhuo Jian Villa, the difference was only that the things that supported the skull were different, one was an artificially built lamppost, and the other was a human skeleton.

The two spacious doors are decorated with two large spiritual runes, undoubtedly the word "swastika", which are like a net of heaven and earth, covering all living beings inside, both to protect them from external aggression and to restrain and prevent anything from escaping.

I came from the bustling bazaar just now, but I saw that the conjuring gate at this time was full of birds, and it was dead and silent.

With such a stark contrast, Zhuo Yifan didn't know what was going on, but he vaguely felt that there was an unspeakable weirdness in it.

"Puff puff ......"

Zhuo Yifan knocked on the wooden door gently.

For a long time, but no one responded.

"Puff puff ......"

Zhuo Yifan knocked a few more times.

After a while, when he was about to knock on the door again, the door "creaked" open.

The sudden opening of the door startled Zhuo Yifan, and he couldn't help but retreat back.

The person who opened the door was a Taoist priest in his forties, dressed very plainly, with an expressionless face and wandering eyes, as if he was deliberately dodging something.

For Taoist priests, Zhuo Yifan still understands, in his impression, the old man should be a fairy wind Dao bone, and the young man should also have a calm and introverted atmosphere, rather than being extremely vigilant like a thief.

"This son, what do you have to do?" the person who opened the door spoke, still without any expression.

"I'm here to ask for a magic weapon. Zhuo Yifan replied.

The man looked Zhuo Yifan up and down, and said, "Childe is a newcomer, right? I don't know much about the situation of my Spiritualist Temple, and if you want to ask for a magic weapon, I will go to the immortal point set up by the Spiritualist Observatory in the bazaar." ”

"Oh? Then can't you ask for a magic weapon here?" Zhuo Yifan asked.

The man looked Zhuo Yifan up and down again, and said, "It can be, but the son doesn't seem to be able to." ”

"Why is that?"

"The ritual utensils that are directly invited here are very expensive, and not ordinary people can afford them. The man said with a blank face.

"How expensive?"

"Fifty thousand gold. ”

It's really expensive, but Zhuo Yifan is not surprised.

Looking at Zhuo Yifan's calm face, the man said, "Did the son come out?"

"Do you think these are enough?" Zhuo Yifan removed the box of pawn tickets from the horse and opened it in front of him.

Looking at the heavy pawn tickets, the man picked up a few casually, and when he saw the amount on them, a look of greed suddenly rose on his face, but he quickly regained his calm.

"If you don't have that, enough is enough. Quick, come inside!" the man began to laugh a little.

Zhuo Yifan followed the man towards the old mansion of the Conjuring Spirit, strange to say, it was extremely quiet outside, but there were people coming and going inside, looking at the costumes were all people who conjured the Spirits and watched themselves, and everyone was doing their own thing in an orderly manner.

"Lord, this son wants to ask for a magic weapon?" said the person who led Zhuo Yifan in to a person who was meditating.

After hearing this, the man turned his head and glanced at Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan found that this person was relatively old, at least seventy years old, with gray hair, a thin body, and less flesh on his face, as if only skin tightly wrapped his cheekbones.

His eye sockets were deep, similar to skull artifacts, as if the severed heads were carved out of his head. His eyes were deeply sunken, very weird, normal people don't have that kind of eye shape, and they looked a little shocking.

The wrinkles on his face formed multiple irregular folds, as if they had been deliberately carved with a knife. His eyebrows were long, grayish-white in color, hanging above the corners of his eyes.

His hands were like dry wood, and he felt that there was no flesh on them, like a skeletal shelf in front of the door.

Zhuo Yifan looked at him and was shocked. He had seen strange-looking people, but he hadn't seen such a weird-looking person, even the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and it didn't seem like he looked so weird. Seeing his appearance, the first thing that came to mind was the ghost fox spirit.