There was no light in the dark courtyard, and there was no reaction.
There was no one around, and in the rainy night, Song Xuan let himself go and continued knocking on the door.
"Fellow, I'm really here to send you some warmth!"
"Open the door, open the door quickly, check the water meter!"
"Open the door, open the door, I know you are at home! You have the ability to seduce a man, you have the ability to open the door!"
"Monster, I can tell at a glance that you are not human, why don't you show up quickly!"
After knocking for a long time, no one answered the door.
Perhaps the big house was too big, so Song Xuanwu didn't notice anyone's presence for a while, so he stopped being polite, kicked open the door, and walked in with a sword in one hand.
This is a small manor. The houses are neatly located and the wide courtyard is clean and tidy. It doesn't look like it is uninhabited.
'interesting! '
As Song Xuan stepped into the courtyard, his martial arts sense clearly sensed that there were several eyes spying on him in the distance. It was not yet known how good these people's martial arts were, but they were pretty good at concealing their auras.
Since the other party had no intention of coming out, Song Xuan didn't bother to talk to them. He walked directly towards the largest house in the distance, raised his hand and pointed out, and the candles in the house lit up.
Song Xuan nodded with satisfaction, knowing martial arts is really good. One person and one sword can go wherever he wants and live wherever he wants. It is very convenient.
The large room was empty and divided into two halls, inside and outside. Song Xuan stepped into the inner room and found that it was a mourning hall filled with various spiritual tablets.
The two big characters at the top of the spiritual throne are extremely eye-catching - Zhuang!
"Zhuang?"
Song Xuan looked at the rows of memorial tablets, then glanced at the dark and slightly gloomy manor, roughly understanding where he had come.
In the plot of The Deer and the Cauldron, Wei Xiaobao's childhood sweetheart Shuang'er seems to have been hiding here.
He casually picked up three incense sticks from the table in front of the tomb, lit them and inserted them into the incense burner. Song Xuan smiled and said, "You don't mind interrupting me, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly, the doors and windows of the mourning hall began to creak, and gusts of cold wind came with moisture, causing the gauze curtains in the mourning hall to flutter.
Not only that, the sound of a woman crying could be faintly heard outside the door, and from time to time a white figure would float by. Under this sinister wind, most people would definitely be scared to death.
"It seems that everyone welcomes me!"
Song Xuan glanced at the rows of memorial tablets and said with a smile: "It's playing music and accompanying the dancers. It's a bit too enthusiastic."
As he spoke, he found a futon under the table and sat down with a smile.
"For the sake of your enthusiasm, I will stay here for one night."
Putting the Pure Yang Wuji Sword on his lap, Song Xuan started meditating directly, not caring about the gloomy and terrifying environment around him.
Outside the room, in a secret corner, four women in white gathered together, each of them talking in a low voice in confusion.
"No, is this person sick?"
"I cried so much that I was scared, but he thought I was playing music to welcome him!"
A younger girl also said helplessly: "I was floating here and there. I felt like a ghost, but he thought I was dancing with him."
"Young mistress, what should I do? Do you want to continue crying and drifting?"
"This man is naturally bold at first glance. Simply scaring him is useless. How about I rush in, knock him out, and tie him up?"
The person called the Young Mistress was dressed in white, her hair was disheveled, her eyes were red and her face was as white as paper. Not to mention, looking from a distance, she really looked like a ghost.
"Don't provoke him yet!"
The young mistress hesitated for a moment. As soon as this man entered Zhuangzi, she felt chills all over and her heart beat wildly, as if a female ghost had met Yama who was walking in the world. Although she didn't know the reason, she also understood that the other person was definitely a master who was not easy to mess with.
"Everyone hide, don't mess with him tonight. If this person really only stays for one night and then leaves, there is no need to have a grudge against him."
"yes!"
...
The banker's widow did not come to provoke him, and Song Xuan did not bother these weak women. He just sat cross-legged on the ground and continued to practice and condense his spirit.
At midnight, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the courtyard gate.
Bang bang bang!
There was a knock on the door, followed by a rough voice.
"Is there anyone inside? It's raining too much. I'm going to take shelter here!"
As soon as the voice fell, regardless of whether there was anyone inside, the people outside opened the door, and then a group of people broke into the yard and looked around cautiously.
"Hey, there's light in that room, it seems there's someone there!"
Among the crowd, a tall and thin old man seemed to be the leader. He waved to the people around him, and then everyone dispersed and cautiously approached the room where Song Xuan was.
"May I ask who is inside? Can you open the door and tell me?"
Squeaking, the door opened automatically without any wind.
This sudden situation scared the tall and thin old man back. After confirming that there was no danger, he cautiously continued to look forward.
There seemed to be no one in the empty hall.
But after he blinked, he was horrified to find that a figure appeared at the door at some point, but disappeared in an instant.
"Ghost!"
The tall and thin old man's heart trembled, and his body instinctively wanted to retreat, but found that he could not move at all.
Behind him, a tall man appeared at some point, and an arm was already placed on his shoulder.
That's all. What frightened everyone the most was that it was raining heavily between the sky and the earth at the moment, but the man standing there seemed to be a world of his own, with the rain falling and even avoiding it.
"Old man, there are no ghosts in this world!"
Song Xuan looked at him with a smile and educated him: "Those are all feudal superstitions. At your age, you don't even understand this, right?"
The tall, thin old man suppressed his fear and put a smile on his face.
I know there are no ghosts in this world!
I didn't believe it at all originally, but now that I see you, do you dare to believe it?
"Let go of our elders!"
All around, the group of people brought by the tall and thin old man saw their leader being captured. Not only did they show no fear at the moment, but they shouted with a burning face: "Master Hong will never grow old for ten thousand years, enjoy immortal blessings forever, and live as long as heaven!"
The sound was like beating drums, and the appearance was like madness. They all pulled out their weapons at their waists with great excitement and were about to charge forward.
Song Xuan frowned slightly, "The Shenlong Cult?"
The next moment, he waved his sleeves, and a dozen crazy-looking Shenlong Cult believers felt a huge force coming from them. Their bodies flew up uncontrollably and hit the courtyard wall with a bang.
"Ahem~~"
"Elder, save me!"
Some Shenlong Cult members who were bruised and bruised by the collision instinctively crawled toward the tall, thin old man in a confused state of mind.
The tall, thin old man: "..."
I'll save your mother!
Didn’t you see that this big guy was just telling me that there are no ghosts in the world?
Who asked you to mess around?
If I keep going like this, I don’t know if there are ghosts in this world, but I will become a ghost soon!
