"This is clearly a place for the dead. ”

Ning Feng followed depressedly, choosing the road with one foot high and one foot low.

At his feet, there were tombstones of varying heights, toppling over, leaking, or simply burying them so that they were left with an angular corner. God knows how many houses I have stepped on along the way?

"How many teenagers have to accumulate this to have so many graves?"

Ning Feng muttered in his heart, and suddenly his expression moved, revealing a sudden look: "Yes, where is this Fenggao Mountain, it is clearly a tomb high mountain." ”

"I just don't know if I've listened to the errand, or if the townspeople have passed it around and sent it to me. ”

Ning Feng didn't bother with the answer to this question, he cared more about another thing.

Walking the same road again, he has to choose the road to walk, why don't the people carrying the sedan chair in front of him don't use, walking is straight and elegant.

Looking at it, Ning Feng swallowed his saliva and knew the reason.

Maybe it was because they were far away from the town, and because of the obscurity of the stars and the moon, those sedan chair drivers no longer had to hide their identities, and they were floating forward with their feet one foot off the ground.

This is the reason why the old luthier could neither hear the footsteps nor smell the sound of breathing.

It's a ghost, floating forward, where did it come from so many sounds?

"It's a ghost. ”

Ning Feng raised his eyebrows, and began to wonder if he had found the wrong clue.

"What I'm looking for is that the other party should be a master of the Southern Demon Sect, and it shouldn't be a ghost. ”

"Judging from the geographical situation here, I'm afraid that it is a nest of fierce ghosts that have been entrenched here for many years. They had no ill will towards the old luthier, and they never gave less money. Am I being a little nosy?"

Think about it this way. Ning Feng hesitated. Still followed.

He thought to himself: "That's it, it's better to go up and take a look, this nest of fierce ghosts just has no malice, such frequent contact, the old pianist is old and weak, and it is easy to get seriously ill when he turns around, and even can't afford to get sick." ”

"Let's see what is going on before we make a decision. ”

Thoughts are set. Even though he was still worried about Chen Xiwei and them in his heart, Ning Feng still restrained his mind and followed closely.

This one actually followed all the way to the top of the mountain.

"It seems that it is really a fierce ghost, not an ordinary fierce one, and the Yin Mansion is at the top of all ghosts. ”

Ning Feng looked up strangely as he judged.

From day to dusk he was now in darkness, neither moonlight nor starlight. It was so dark that I couldn't see my fingers.

"Is this a special day?"

Ning Feng thought about this question and almost revealed his hiding. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and shrunk in time.

Dozens of zhang away in front of him, in the last moment it was still a solemn and desolate ancient tomb, and the next moment suddenly the yin qi rose, and the ghostly aura was awesome, and buildings with black hues rose from the ground, like a big city.

"Yin and yang. ”

In the dark, Ning Feng was speechless, and thought to himself: "What kind of fierce ghost is this, so fierce that even such a thing as Yin Mansion and Yang can be displayed?"

The one refers to the inside of the tomb, and the other refers to the paper house burned to the dead.

The current situation is the overlap of the two.

Heavy as a big city, its road twists and turns like a labyrinth, most of it is the scene inside the tomb, gorgeous and exquisite, there is a stage in front, this is mostly a paper house.

No matter which one it is, or the overlap of the two, it shows that the ghost thing at this banquet is just as judged before Ning Feng, and it is a mess.

Yin and Yang are isolated after all, except for the legendary Yin and Yang Town, which can communicate Yin and Yang, so that the things in the yang and the underworld can appear in their original appearance, and those who can do this are all great supernatural powers.

Now, this great supernatural person appeared not far from Ning Feng.

The moment the stage appeared in front of the Yin Mansion, figures appeared out of thin air and sat down.

All the figures are shrouded in black gas, and their ghostly aura is thousands of times more eerie than the person who carried the sedan chair before.

They all sat upright, their hands on their knees, kneeling on the mat, their waists as straight as javelins.

Ning Feng looked at this scene, and felt like he was coming to the stage or banquet, more like he was at some heavily guarded military camp.

At the top, there is a large desk, behind which a tall, majestic figure sits.

He simply sat there, giving people a kind of domineering spirit, and pressed down heavily. Under this terrifying momentum, even the Yin Mansion behind him seemed a little distorted, as if it might collapse at any time with his loud shout.

Ning Feng's expression suddenly became solemn.

"This is definitely not an ordinary ghost, he was afraid that it was much more terrifying when he was alive. ”

"Such a majesty, even suppressed the restlessness of the house, can only be a battlefield general who was angry, strong, brave and brave, and carried countless lives on his back. ”

"If he comes here in his lifetime, I am afraid that he will glare angrily, his blood will roll, and if he shouts again, even the ghost path supernatural power of the yin house and yang will also be extinguished. ”

"The kind of fierce man who is hard to get close to ghosts and gods!"

Ning Feng felt a pain in his skull.

Such a fierce man is transformed into a fierce ghost, if he is in danger of the world again, he will not make a move, nor will he make a move.

If you don't make a move, you won't be able to pass your own level;

Shot, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass the other party's level.

He was still thinking nonsense, the old man Bai who led the way stopped first, and then the sedan chair also stopped, and the curtain of the sedan chair rolled up without wind.

The old pianist held the guqin in his arms and came down tremblingly, as if he was so cold that he couldn't do it, and his whole body was shivering.

In fact, the weather is cool in autumn, and it is very cool, and it is far from cold.

The old luthier is clearly afraid, and his weak body is beginning to be unable to bear frequent contact with ghosts.

After he got off the sedan chair, the four sedan chair men saluted the fierce ghost above, and instantly turned into a cloud of black gas, carrying the sedan chair and floating into the yin mansion and disappeared.

Not so with the old man white.

He bowed to the fierce ghosts, not like those palanquin men who came to meet the king, but had a taste of equality.

The Fierce Ghost is different to him. Raised his hand.

The old man walked towards the stage. Walk down to the Devil. The closest to him, the only vacant position.

Except for this vacancy, other places have long been full.

"This white old man is extraordinary?"

Ning Feng was extremely surprised, he hadn't even noticed anything special about this white old man before?

But if there is no peculiarity, how can there be a place to sit in front of such a fierce ghost?

He was still thinking about whether he had lost his eyes, only to realize that the old man Bai did not sit down directly, but came to the back of the vacant seat and stood solemnly.

The next moment. A young man dressed in a black robe, decorated with gold thread and wrapped in a young man, appeared on the seat.

"Could it be him?"

Ning Feng's spirits perked up and he looked intently.

This black-robed young man is the only one present who does not use his ghost aura to cover his body except for the white old man who has just arrived, and he can clearly see his face.

The master and servant were the only ones present!

After Ning Feng looked at the young man for the first time, his spirit couldn't help but be in a trance, and he couldn't help but reveal a stunning feeling.

What kind of beauty is this?!

"How can a man be so beautiful? This son can't be a female son, right?"

Ning Feng judged from his appearance. I really want to make such a conclusion, but this young man has no feminine feeling at all. Instead, there is a purity.

In the middle of the game, Ning Feng couldn't judge what kind of purity it was, if the two of them were put together and judged by an outsider, he would definitely come to such a conclusion:

The cleanliness of Ningfeng is a kind of cleanliness and clarity after sun exposure, which belongs to the taste of sunshine;

Childe's purity is a pure, pure black and night, not dirty, just pure black of the night, which belongs to the taste of the night.

The two of them give people the feeling that day and night are diametrically opposed to pure.

"It's him, it must be him!"

There was a voice shouting in Ning Feng's darkness, and an indescribable sense of danger came to his heart.

"Night Childe. ”

The ghost above suddenly spoke.

As soon as he spoke, all the ghosts straightened their already straight bodies again, and they all made a turning motion, facing the fierce ghosts.

The night boy is like this, and so is the old white man, and even the old luthier who was tuning the strings stopped his hand movements.

At this moment, Ning Feng felt more and more that he was on the iron-blooded battlefield, and the general was like a soldier.

"And ......"

He looked at Yegongzi, "It turns out that his name is Yegongzi, I remember." ”

"What does the king command?"

The night boy was chic and respectful, and asked with his hand.

"What a fierce ghost king. Ning Feng naturally looked at the Fierce Ghost King, and now he was raising his hand, as if for the sake of courtesy, he waved his hand violently, and the ghost aura shrouded in his body suddenly dispersed.

"Huh?"

Ning Feng saw the true face of the Fierce Ghost King, and almost made a sound.

The Fierce Ghost King was extremely burly, and his heavy armor shone with a dark light, as if a black armor was soaked in blood-colored luster.

The heavy armor was full of traces of slashing and axe, full of strong battle array flavor, but what shocked Ning Feng was not this, but that he was, no, head!

The headless Ghost King!

"Once every three years, the stars and the moon are about to pass, and the fate of the prince and the king will also end. ”

"Listen to a song again today, and the meeting should be indefinite. ”

The Ghost King's voice was sonorous and powerful, and every syllable seemed to be a sword clashing, the axe slashed the shield, and the smell of rust overflowed, with an unrefutable sense of authority.

With his voice, all the ghosts below will be solemn, and the nail leaves will collide with each other, like an alternative breaking array.

Yegongzi was so handsome that he couldn't describe his face, and his eyebrows were slowly raised, as if he had something to say. Before he could say anything, the Fierce Ghost King waved his hand again, and spit out two words concisely and powerfully:

"Lelai. ”

The old luthier was struck by lightning, and his hands subconsciously rested on the tuned strings, and the first note sounded.

"Keng~"

"Qiang !!"

The two armies arrayed, millions of lions, one side was ironclad and the other side was shirtless and roaring, rushing together in the sound of war drums.

It is a man who turns on his back, is full of blood, and is a million-strong army, taking the rank of general;

It is human life like paper, it is pride, it is a horse leather shroud, and men should kill people.

A song, break the array!(To be continued......)

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