"The fog has dispersed~"

Ning Feng's eyes widened as he watched as the mist shrouded in Yin Yang Town dissipated in an instant.

It was as fast as if there was a big hand, and when it was wiped in Yin and Yang Town, the fog was completely gone.

"No, it's not foggy. ”

Ning Feng came back to his senses, shook his head, and said to himself, "It's our ......"

"Really entered Yin Yang Town!" Qiye's voice sounded on the side, and at the same time, he put down the bowl in his hand with a "clang".

The two stared at the bowl intently, thoughtfully.

"Seems to be the reason for that bowl of ravioli. ”

Ning Feng vaguely guessed, "This bowl of wontons should be the same as the Meng Po soup on the Nai He Bridge." Only by eating it can you truly enter Yin Yang Town. ”

"No wonder......"

Ning Feng understood why Qiye Mingming entered Yin Yang Town and fell in other positions, but he still walked to the same place with him and met in front of the wonton stall.

At this time, looking at Yin Yang Town is completely different from seeing flowers in the fog before.

This is most evident on the lanterns with human heads.

One moment, it was still a lantern with its head scattered, and the next moment, when it entered the town, it was transformed, and the yin qi gathered and condensed into a human form.

Ning Feng looked at this scene and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling creepy.

Because the human form conjured up by those human head lanterns looked almost indistinguishable from real people, if he hadn't watched the process with his own eyes, he would probably not have been able to guess what its prototype was.

It's horrible.

I thought of waiting for a while, and I had to walk in Yin Yang Town. Looking for Chen Xiwei and others, Ning Feng felt that it was a lot of fun.

"Brother Ning. This Yin Yang Town is very interesting, you and I can do a duel in it, and it's not too fast. ”

Qiye had excitement on his face, and he almost wrote the four words on his face.

"We'll see. ”

Ning Feng rolled his eyes, feeling that he couldn't communicate with this person at all, he was worthy of being born in the Demon Sect, and he was very angry.

The two of them talked. It does not prevent the elderly from saluting the wontons to show their gratitude.

"Annoying. ”

They were about to turn away when they heard a mutter.

"Huh?"

Ning Feng and Ye Gongzi turned around in unison and looked at the old man Wonton strangely.

Obviously, the one who spoke at this time was naturally this mysterious master.

"What's annoying?"

The two spoke in unison, and the words just came out. It came to an abrupt end again.

Because, both Ning Feng and Ye Gongzi saw what it was that made the old man Wonton feel annoying.

In all directions, there are many shadows, lonely souls and wild ghosts, swarming.

The lights, the firelight, the scent, or anything else at the wonton stalls attract them. Although those lonely souls and wild ghosts did not dare to approach, they surrounded and did not disperse.

Ning Feng could dimly see the outside scene through the bodies of those lonely souls and wild ghosts, only to see more and more ghosts gathered, almost blocking the entrance of Yin Yang Town.

"Annoying. ”

The old man continued to mumble. began to remove the wonton pots from the stove and put on a posture to close the stall.

Is that. A group of ghosts surrounded him, although he didn't dare to step forward for some reason, but at this moment, no one except the blind man would take care of the old man's wonton business.

Seeing this scene, hearing the word "annoying" for the second time, Ning Feng and Ye Gongzi's eyes lit up together.

The difference was that Ning Feng's eyes flashed and he shook his head with a wry smile;

"Old man, why don't you let me collect all these lonely souls and wild ghosts. ”

As the night boy spoke, he stared closely at the old man and observed his reaction.

On his side, so did Ning Feng.

Under the eyes of the two, the old man who had been cooking wontons with all his heart, as if he didn't care about anything else, made a foreign reaction for the first time.

He raised his head sluggishly, his face was numb, his cloudy eyes glanced at the night boy, nodded, and spit out a word:

"Good!"

Ning Feng sighed again, Ye Gongzi's eyebrows fluttered, and he smiled: "Old man, wait a minute, go down and go back." ”

He didn't forget to give Ning Feng a provocative look, and then strode out of the range of the wonton stall.

"If I specialize in art, I'm not a ghost hunter. Ning Feng shrugged helplessly, and then looked at the Yegongzi method with interest.

As soon as the night boy stepped out of the wonton stall, some kind of deterrence seemed to be lost all of a sudden, and countless lonely souls and wild ghosts poured up, like a wave about to drown him.

At this moment, the night boy moved.

He unfolded it, and when he flicked in the air, he chanted: "Night~curtain~fall~coming~"

In an instant, Ning Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, like the tip of a needle.

He saw it clearly, and the sleeves of the night boy swelled suddenly, blowing to the limit like a pitch-black canopy, enveloping one side.

Under the canopy, there are countless lonely souls and groups of wild ghosts.

The moment the pitch-black sky shrouded in the sky, Ning Feng's eyes were dark, the most black to the extreme, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

The stars and the moon are dark, and there is only the purest darkness of the night.

When his eyes regained his vision, Ning Feng stared, only to see that the surroundings of Ye Gongzi were empty, and there was actually a lonely soul and wild ghost gone, only one sleeve bulging, as if it contained a lot of things.

"The power of curiosity. ”

"Night boy, Seven Nights, this name is really not called in vain. ”

Ning Feng didn't care about the fate of those lonely souls and wild ghosts, and his mind couldn't stop flashing the scene of Ye Gongzi's shot, feeling the power that had never appeared.

"It's the opposite of my solar method. ”

"That is the purest power, the power of the night. ”

"One light, one darkness, one day, one night!"

"Is this a life-and-death rival?"

Ning Feng finally understood why this Demon Sect Qiye was so interested in him, and it seemed to be better than the sum of the Divine Palace Descendants who had been trapped in Yin Yang Town before.

"It turns out that the roots are here. ”

When he came back to his senses and looked at it again, the night boy was already standing in front of the wonton stall, and the old man opened a pot and set up the stove.

The night boy hesitated, but somewhat understood, and with a flick of his sleeves, countless lonely ghosts were thrown into the cauldron.

Suddenly, the sound of "woo woo woo" ghost crying rose to the sky, and Ning Feng and Ye Gongzi both had the urge to cover their ears and run away.

The strange thing is that all the lonely ghosts are poured into the pot, and the pot is not full, and no lonely ghosts can escape from it.

It's up to the sky, and the palms of each hand are held high in the pot, which makes people panic in their eyes.

Soon, whether it was Ning Feng or Ye Gongzi, their attention was all taken away from the cauldron and fell on the old man of the wonton.

He stood by the stove, his face glowing red, and Mu Ne's expression came alive, vividly interpreting the four words: salivating.

"Isn't it......"

Ning Feng and Ye Gongzi both had the urge to retreat, daring to love this wonton old man.

"Thank you~!"

The old man of the wonton was still like gold, and his two hands full of cracks touched it in his arms for a while, and when he took it out again, he held a bronze lamp in each hand.

"Huh?"

Ning Feng raised his eyebrows, and the night boy looked happy.

The bronze lamp looks ordinary, the patina is mottled, showing a blue-green color, and the shape is so clumsy that it does not even have the most basic lines.

Even so, Ning Feng and the others were not so shallow that they really thought that this was an ordinary lamp.

"It's a pity that he took the lead. ”

Ning Feng sighed secretly, and watched the night boy step forward, watching the old man Wonton dig the two bronze lamps deep into the stove, and when he took them out again, the wick was already burning, and the flame was like a bean, emitting a warm and dim light.

"Here you go. ”

The old man handed over the two bronze lamps, and the night boy took them with both hands, and suddenly, the two lamps disappeared from his hands.

At that moment, Ye Gongzi was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his face was happy, as if he had taken a big advantage.

"Hahahaha~~"

The night boy laughed, bowed to the old man, and walked away.

When he passed by, he said in Ning Feng's ear: "Brother Ning, this son is one step ahead, and Yin Yang Town is waiting for you." ”

"Let's play a game, see if it's you, or me, and find your fellow disciples first. ”

"Warm up, and when there are only two of us left, the game will really begin. ”

The Night Boy was dressed in fluttering clothes and strode into the town.

On his body, if there was endless darkness gushing out, it quickly melted into the night and disappeared from Ning Feng's line of sight.

"Trouble. ”

Ning Feng scratched his head and arched his hand at the old man who was wonton, and was about to follow.

I thought about it with my toes, and it wouldn't be a good thing to let Yegongzi find his fellow disciples first.

As soon as he took a step, the voice of the old man of chaos full of anticipation suddenly came from behind him:

"Wait!"

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