After listening to the old news of the powerful ghost Liu Fangfang, Cheng Ziming felt more and more that this Cold Spring Village was not as simple as it seemed. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info but when he raised his eyes and saw that the bright moon was almost empty, he casually said to Li Niang: "In that case, the girl should go back early." Aren't you afraid of that ghost?"

Li Niang smiled: "The little girl grew up with Fangfang freely, and she and her sister are like sisters, so it shouldn't hurt the little girl." Besides, the little girl actually lives in the ancestral hall. Speaking of which, the little girl is also a miserable life, her parents both died of illness a few years ago, and the little girl and her sister were helpless, so they moved into the ancestral hall and served as a maid in various activities such as cleaning and sacrifice. So the little girl doesn't have to go out now, just go back to the room. Tomorrow morning, I have to prepare breakfast for all the immortal masters, and the little girl will retire before the time is early. ”

After saying goodbye to Fangfang, Cheng Ziming pondered for a moment and hurriedly returned to the resting residence. There are many spiritual disciples, and the houses in the ancestral hall are limited, so even the immortal masters who are admired by the villagers cannot enjoy the treatment of a single room. Fortunately, these immortal masters are focused on how to complete the task safely, and they are not very picky about the food and drink of the residence.

A total of five spirit disciples were staying in Cheng Ziming's room. In addition to Cheng Ziming, Xin Yue and a pair of barbarians who followed Xin Yue, there are also two old and young masters and grandchildren. Grandpa's beard is white, but his complexion is unusually ruddy, and his body looks very tough. The grandson is about thirteen or fourteen years old, and his eyes are bright and very intelligent. The grandson's surname is Li, and the grandfather calls his grandson Xiao Li Tou, and the grandson is not big or small, so he calls Lao Tzu Lao Li Tou, and the old man is not angry when he listens to it.

Seeing Cheng Ziming return to the room, Xiao Li turned his head up from the ground and shouted, "Brother Cheng, where have you been?" The village chief came just now and instructed him not to leave the ancestral hall because of the heavy yin qi at night. Did you just come back from outside?

"I was admiring the moon in the garden just now, and I never went out. Cheng Ziming said casually, returned to his position and sat down.

Lao Li Tou had been meditating with his eyes closed, and at this time he muttered impatiently: "Xiao Li Tou, meditate quietly! I can't sit still for half a moment, how can I have the appearance of an immortal master." ”

Xiao Li Tou snorted and replied: "Old Li Tou, you can sit still, but no matter how you look at it, you are a bad old man, and you don't look like an immortal master!"

"Little ghost, you're still the opposite!" Lao Li Tou opened his eyes suddenly, raised his arms high, fell heavily, patted Xiao Li Tou's head, and shouted: "It's better to close your eyes and meditate." ”

Xiao Li made a grimace, sat up straight with a muttered mouth, and began to meditate patiently.

Lao Li Chong Cheng Ziming smiled apologetically: "Little child, don't obey, let Daoyou see and laugh." ”

When Cheng Ziming saw the above scene, he only felt warm in his heart. Looking back, when Uncle Hao was a child, he also loved himself like this, every time he said that he would be punished heavily, and when he really started, he lifted it up heavily and fell gently, for fear of hurting himself. He smiled kindly at Lao Li Tou, and then began to meditate.

In the innermost part of the room, the barbarian lying on his side seemed to be asleep, and he did not react to the conversation between the old Li and his grandson. And at the outermost part of the room, Xin Yue, the soul clone, kept his back to everyone, standing quietly in front of the window, holding a wooden umbrella in his hand, and seemed to care nothing about the things in the room.

After a while, Cheng Ziming felt that no one should suspect the connection between himself and Xin Yue, so his heart moved, Xin Yue gently pushed open the door and walked out.

The moonlight outside the house is getting brighter and brighter, and the yin qi is much thicker than during the day, although it is not as thick as the mountains and forests outside the Ghost King Temple, and the yin qi is so thick that it forms a yin mist, but it can be regarded as a gust of yin wind, and the cold is pressing. Xin Yue himself was the body of a divine soul, and when he was in the yin qi, instead of feeling the slightest discomfort, he stretched out comfortably.

In the moonlight, the streets of the village were unusually quiet, and it was clear that every household had fallen asleep. Xin Yue walked casually on the streets, only feeling that the cold spring village at night was so quiet that it was not good, not to mention that there was no sound in the village house, not even the sound of dogs and chickens. It seems that not only the villagers are snoring soundly, but even the pets and livestock are sleeping to death. This phenomenon may also be related to the abundance of yin energy at night, yin power is the most nourishing for the soul, and it is a good time to rely on yin power to cultivate the soul while sleeping.

As he walked, Xin Yue suddenly became stunned, only to see a figure appear on the street in the distance, slowly walking towards him. This man is middle-aged, most of his sideburns and hair are gray, his clothes are very thin, his eyes are straight, and he walks straight forward in a daze. He walked past Xin Yue, but as if he didn't see Xin Yue, he continued to move forward as if no one was around.

From the first time he saw this person, Xin Yue immediately judged that this middle-aged man was a ghost-like spirit. I just don't know why it's on the streets at night, and I look like I'm demented and unconscious. Could it be the ghost of the newly deceased in the village?

Curious, Xin Yue slowly followed behind the middle-aged ghost, just wanting to see what was going on. The middle-aged ghost was very familiar with the roads in the village, and walked straight out of the village entrance. He came to the edge of the cold lake in front of the village, and slowly walked towards the cold lake in the face of the yin wind blowing from the lake.

Xin Yue was full of doubts, but stopped when he saw the middle-aged ghost walking to the lake. He stood by the lake for a long time, not moving, not knowing what he was doing.

Just when Xin Yue was waiting impatiently, suddenly there was a reaction in the cold lake. In the gloomy wind, a girl rose quietly on the surface of the lake. This girl is eighteen or nineteen years old, and her appearance is very pretty, and she has a sense of amazement when she sees it from a distance. It's just that she's covered in a cold white light, and she's obviously a dead ghost.

"Could this be Liu Fangfang who drowned in the lake? It doesn't look like a ghost?" Xin Yue immediately remembered what Li Niang said about the rumors of a ghost. Isn't this beautiful woman who died in the cold lake Liu Fangfang from the village? But looking at the appearance of this female ghost, it is too far from the rumored appearance of dripping water all over her body and her wet hair draped in front of her head!

I saw that after the female ghost appeared from the lake, she just stood quietly on the surface of the lake, and did not mean to step forward. It seemed that she glanced in the direction of Xin Yue from afar, and then bowed to the ghost of the middle-aged man, and then slowly sank into the lake.

It seems that this middle-aged man is Liu Fangfang's relative. Judging by her age, it should be her father Liu Carpenter. Xin Yue thought to himself, and began to feel uneasy again. If Liu Fangfang really becomes a powerful ghost and recognizes her relatives, it means that she has not lost her mind. I really don't know if this result is good or bad.

The ghost has no senses, and once it attacks, it is very desperate, which is indeed a headache. But if the ghost is lucky enough to retain his senses, he can independently absorb the surrounding yin qi for cultivation, and if he doesn't do it, he will become an extremely powerful yin ghost, and it is also an extremely difficult existence. Therefore, for powerful ghosts, whether they lose their sanity or retain their sanity, they all have their own aspects that make immortal cultivators jealous.

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