The woman in the sedan chair saw Yang Zixu come out, stared at him with a smile, and the red handpa in her hand stroked his face, but the hand touched Yang Zixu's face and passed through his body, is this woman a ghost?

Yang Zixu felt furious in his heart, but he still pretended to have a wooden look in his eyes, and followed behind the sedan chair step by step. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The woman ignored him, walked out of Sanhe Village, and walked towards the next village.

The night was quiet, four papier-mâché men, the facial features were exaggerated and weird, crying and laughing, sad and joyful, they carried a paper roofless sedan chair, on which sat a female ghost, followed by a few young men who acted like zombies, even if Yang Zixu was bold, his heart was also bubbling with a burst of coldness.

I have always been an atheist, but since I crossed over, all this has completely subverted Yang Zixu's three views, if there are no ghosts and gods, how can this paper-paste villain walk independently, this bewitching woman can see it, but she can't touch it, what is it if she is not a ghost?

After more than an hour, more and more men were confused, Yang Zixu looked at the opportunity, little by little like retreating, the female ghost in the sedan chair was still smiling, calling the man, and seemed to be unaware of his behavior.

After walking through three villages that night, the female ghost had already seduced thirteen young men, and when she saw that the sky was a little white, the paper people carried the sedan chair to a mountain pass to the north. The mountain is not too high, but it is so continuous that you can't see the edge at a glance.

Not long after, after entering the mountain pass, there was a valley overgrown with trees and weeds in front of him, and the paper man carried the sedan chair and walked forward like walking on the ground, and the men behind him also stumbled and followed, and when they reached the end of the valley, there was a hole that was not too big in the place where the mountain and water were by, and these people in front of them rushed in.

Looking at the black space inside the entrance of the cave, Yang Zixu hesitated for a moment, thinking to himself, if he left like this, he would be known in the future, and he would not be able to raise his head in this life.

When Yang Zixu strode into the cave, he found that the cave was even darker than the outside, and he really couldn't see his fingers.

Yang Zixu only felt that more than a dozen hidden weapons were attacking in front of him, and he wanted to dodge, but this also exposed his identity.

When those hidden weapons came closer, they were like eyes, passing around Yang Zixu's body, and they made a squeaking sound, it turned out to be bats, which scared Lao Tzu to death.

Yang Zixu was afraid for a while, and he heard a burst of screams from the deepest part of the cave from time to time, the sound seemed to be crying, and it seemed to be laughing wildly, invading his brain, Yang Zixu couldn't wait to plug his ears with something.

After walking for about a few minutes, after three turns and five rounds, there was a little light in front of me, and when I looked at it, it seemed to be a burning bonfire, and there were six or seven people beside me, several of whom were dressed in white. The light of the flames reflected on the faces of these people, and the pale countenance looked extremely hideous, could it be that he had come to the eighteenth layer of hell?

After taking a few more steps forward, Yang Zixu suddenly realized that this group of people was the White Lotus Sect, no wonder they were so evil. In the Baihualou in Luoyang, I heard others say that the White Lotus Sect is good at the art of driving paper, folding horses with paper can run, folding cranes can fly, at that time I thought it was a fantasy, but when I saw it today, it was true.

Yang Zixu secretly complained in his heart, the reason why he knew that this group of people was the White Lotus Sect was because he saw an acquaintance here, that is, Tang Sai'er, the helmsman of the Xiangyang Branch of the White Lotus Sect.

I saw her expressionless, and the few people in white were singing and dancing around the fire, just like a dancing god.

How is this good, I know Tang Sai'er, she also knows herself, she scolded her fiercely in Xiangyang City at that time, it is estimated that she will never forget it in her life.

If she sees it for a while, it will be bad. Yang Zixu was in a hurry, he saw that the clay on the rock wall in the cave was black and wet, so he hurriedly grabbed a handful, wiped it on his face, and then lowered his head and continued to follow.

I saw that the sedan chair was close to the bonfire, and the foxy female ghost floated down the sedan chair silently, and then the four paper people carried the paper sedan chair and jumped into the bonfire at once.

I saw the paper figures burning rapidly in the bonfire, crackling and crackling, as if the paper figures were howling in pain.

As soon as the handkerchief in the female ghost's hand waved, the dozen or so men stood against the rock wall, motionless, really like zombies.

Yang Zixu also hurriedly stepped aside, because those men were all holding their heads high, and if they lowered their heads, they would be too conspicuous, so they had to raise their heads helplessly.

At this time, from outside the cave came a sedan chair carried by a paper man, on which also sat a female ghost, the appearance of this female ghost was the same as that of the female ghost standing by the bonfire, and the sedan chair was followed by seven or eight men.

When the bonfire approached, the paper figure also jumped into the fire, and the female ghost on the sedan chair floated in front of the female ghost next to the bonfire.

Yang Zixu was stunned, and when he hadn't woken up yet, another sedan chair came in from outside the cave, still the same paper man, the same female ghost, and they were still doing the same behavior. The only difference is that they tempt as many men as they do.

After this time, Tang Sai'er and the others in white stopped singing and dancing, and it seemed that there would be no sedan chair behind them.

At this time, there were already thirty-six men standing in the cave, and they stood around the wall and stood in a beat, silent, like dead people.

Tang Sai'er, who was dressed in a white robe, and a big man with a beard walked over, looking at these young men who had been tempted one by one.

Yang Zixu thought in his heart, don't be recognized for a while, or the big fish behind him won't be caught.

One, two...... Five...... Ten...... Twelve ......

Yang Zixu went from being extremely nervous at the beginning, but became extremely calm, when Tang Sai'er walked in front of Yang Zixu at the end, she glanced up and down a few times, and then continued to look at the year after tomorrow.

Yang Zixu took a breath, but he didn't recognize it, it seems that my muddy disguise technique can also bluff others.

Seeing Tang Sai'er continue to look behind, she suddenly lowered her head, thought for a while, and then strode back to Yang Zixu's face, she carefully identified this dirty face, Yang Zixu could even feel the hot breath exhaled from her nose.

Suddenly, Tang Sai'er sneered and said, "Bring water." “