"Gulu..."
Ye Qing and Chu Qingge, who were hurrying over slowly, happened to see the scene in front of them.
There was no dripping blood, no wails of pain, just plain and simple, the five people turned into a little hat.
But Ye Qing felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, reaching Tianling Gai, making his scalp numb.
Those five people are not weak, and they all have the cultivation of the late stage of Gang Refining, but they turned into a hat so silently and without any resistance, which is simply terrifying.
What's even more frightening is that there are at least twenty colorful hats floating in the air, and I don't know how many of them were made by other people?
"Wow wow..."
At the same time, there was a "wow" sound behind Ye Qing, like a baby crying, and a baby with wings and red eyes appeared in the void. The baby originally wanted to get close to Ye Qing, but when he saw the baby in the sky When he was wearing a small hat, he started to cry as if he had been frightened in some way.
The next moment, the baby turned around and ran away, disappearing into the void.
"Little Shoulder Ghost? Little Shoulder Ghost was scared away?!"
Obviously, the baby that suddenly appeared just now was the little shoulder ghost. I guess the other party came to pat him on the shoulder, but he was scared away by those little hats.
Are those little hats really that scary?
"Run quickly."
Next to Ye Qing, Chu Qingge seemed to have thought of something, his face changed drastically, he turned around and ran away: "Run to the center of the magic mountain."
Ye Qing did not hesitate. When Chu Qingge spoke out, he started to stay away from those little hats, but his original plan was to run out of the cemetery.
After all, the little shoulder ghost has left, and there is no need for him to stay with Chu Qingge anymore.
However, after hearing the second half of Chu Qingge's words, Ye Qing hesitated for a moment and then chased after him.
Judging from Chu Qingge's appearance, she should know what those little hats are. In that case, her words should be taken with caution.
As soon as the two people moved, those little hats swayed and chased them.
The little hat's speed seemed slow, but in the blink of an eye it was approaching the two of them, and its childish singing became clearer and clearer.
Hearing those songs, Ye Qing's spiritual consciousness suddenly became a little confused, and he couldn't help but want to follow the songs and melody, swaying left and right.
"Don't listen to those songs, close your hearing and keep your spiritual consciousness clear!"
Chu Qingge, who was escaping, noticed something strange about Ye Qing, and his tongue exploded with spring thunder, which woke up Ye Qing who was in a trance.
"Thank you." Ye Qing did not dare to neglect and immediately closed his hearing.
After closing his hearing and unable to hear those songs, Ye Qing felt much safer.
However, looking at the little hat approaching inch by inch, Ye Qing cheered up and used the "Phantom Demon Body Technique" with all his strength, followed Chu Qingge and flew towards the center of the magic mountain.
Just running, running, Ye Qing found that many people were just like them, running away towards the center of the magic mountain, panicking like a bereaved dog.
Because, behind those people, there were also a varying number of small hats.
After the little hats gathered together, everyone who had originally blocked their hearing to avoid being affected by the singing gradually realized that it was useless. The childish singing sounded directly in the hearts of everyone like some kind of mental fluctuation.
Some people with weak mental strength could not resist the intrusion of the singing, so they swayed from side to side as they ran, and then turned into colorful little hats and joined the singing army.
Slowly, there were more and more little hats, and it seemed that the entire cemetery was filled with densely packed little hats. The colorful lights illuminated the entire cemetery like a romantic place. There were many people swaying around in the Fengyue venue, which was quite festive.
But Ye Qing only felt that his scalp was numb and even his breathing seemed a little disordered.
At this time, everyone who might have fought to the death upon meeting each other tacitly stopped the civil strife and ran towards the center of the magic mountain desperately.
When good and evil meet, at most you can look at me and I can look at you. You can't do anything to me, and I can't do anything to you either;
When enemies meet, they snort at each other, change directions and continue running, not wanting to offend you;
Friends wanted to see each other, so they looked at each other and smiled bitterly, as if to say: Hey, brother, are you running too?
Now, there is no good and evil, no hatred and resentment, only speed and slowness, life and death.
Run fast and live;
Run slowly and die!
After about half a stick of incense, the little hat that had been chasing behind everyone finally stopped and stopped singing.
Seeing the little hat stop, Ye Qing and others naturally stopped as well.
Those little hats didn't catch up, which probably meant there was something more terrifying where they were?
Ye Qing observed it and found that there was no tomb around their location, only a towering tree.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it. As soon as they looked at it, everyone's face turned pale with fear.
I saw the big tree in front of me, straight and tall, huge and towering, with vines hanging down from the branches. What was terrifying was that there was a corpse hanging at the end of all the vines.
Yes, it's hanging, not entangling.
Because those vines penetrated directly through the heavenly spirit covers of the corpses, and the corpses just hung in the air, motionless.
When everyone looked at the corpses, the corpses slowly turned around, facing the crowd, and seemed to be looking at them.
Everyone just felt creepy for a moment.
However, after a while, everyone found that the corpses had no other actions and were not dangerous, so they gradually relaxed.
The adaptability of Jianghu people is always very strong.
"Hey, there is a stone tablet here."
Suddenly, someone shouted loudly.
Ye Qing followed the sound and saw a stone tablet standing under the big tree among the grass.
It's a stone tablet, not a tombstone.
Ye Qing looked intently and saw the words "Magic Mountain Holy Land, no strangers allowed to enter" engraved on the stone tablet.
Ye Qing touched his nose and thought about the meaning of those eight characters.
"The Holy Land of the Magic Mountain should refer to the center of the Magic Mountain, the core of the burial place. It is very simple and there is nothing to say. As for strangers not allowed to enter, it is quite ambiguous. Does it mean that strangers cannot enter, or does it mean that the living are not allowed to enter? Why can’t people go in?”
"But no matter what it means, it doesn't seem to be very friendly to them?"
Ye Qing touched his nose, looked at the stone tablet, and then looked up at the densely packed small hats around it. He felt like there was a wolf in front of him and a tiger behind him, and he was in a dilemma.
And everyone looked nervous and solemn.
"Don't be afraid, everyone. Those are ghost rumors. Those ghost rumors will disappear later and we can leave then." In the solemn atmosphere, a young man wearing a Bagua Taoist robe with a yellow dragon embroidered on the sleeves The Taoist priest spoke.
"Ghost ballads? What are ghost ballads?" Someone asked in confusion.
"Hmph, you don't even know ghost rumors, and you dare to come here, you really overestimate your capabilities!"
As soon as the man finished speaking, a man with a cold face and holding a ghost-headed sword snorted disdainfully. With the man's cold snort, the eyes of the skull on the handle of the ghost-headed sword suddenly lit up. Come, Sensen's teeth collided, making a strange "quacking" laugh.
The man originally wanted to talk back, but when he saw the man, he immediately closed his mouth without saying a word, as if he was very afraid of the man.
"Ghost songs are impermanent and weird. They are amorphous and have no normal state. They like to sing ghost songs, because anyone who hears the ghost songs will be controlled by the ghost songs and become a part of the ghost songs." At this time, a cold voice The voice suddenly rang out, Ye Qing looked over and found that it was Luo Zhan.
The man who was holding the Ghost Head Sword was a little unhappy when he saw Luo Zhan talking, but he didn't express any unnecessary words.
Luo Zhan ignored it and continued: "The hats you see are all part of the ghost rumor."
"Wow"
Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar, either shocked or frightened.
Even Ye Qing was like this. He originally thought that these little hats were individual monsters, but he didn't expect that they were all part of the ghost rumor.
Just listen to Luo Zhan continue to say: "Don't think that ghost songs are just unpredictable and weird, but they are extremely difficult to deal with and extremely difficult to kill. Ghost songs come in various forms. What we saw today is just one type of ghost songs." , possesses the power of a curse that can turn people into hats.”
"In fact, some ghost rumors can cause people to turn into various animals; some ghost rumors can cause people to become seriously ill; some ghost rumors can cause people to die silently; and so on."
"Then, what should we do?" After hearing Luo Zhan's words, someone's expression changed drastically and they said in panic.
"Wait!" Luo Zhan said coldly: "Ghost rumors generally only exist for a certain period of time. After the time has passed, the ghost rumors will automatically dissipate, and then it will be safe."
"Really?" Someone was dubious.
"Hmph, Luo Zhan, is it necessary to talk nonsense to these people?"
The man holding the ghost head sword sneered: "Look, if you say it, others may not believe it?"
Luo Zhan said: "It's my business whether I say it or not. It's their business whether they listen or not."
"Besides, whether they listen or not, what does it have to do with me?"
The man was speechless: "..." It has nothing to do with you, so what are you talking about?
The man holding the Ghost-headed Sword is named Zhong Ji, also known as the Ghost Sword. Because of practicing the "Ghost King Sutra", he has a ruthless and gloomy nature, and his temper has also become a little twisted and abnormal. He originally thought that he was already very weird. Unexpectedly, a stranger person came.
you win.
Sure enough, after about half a cup of tea, those ghost rumors began to disperse, but they did not disperse as Ye Qing had previously imagined. Instead, all the little hats dispersed and turned into wisps of colorful mist. The mist gathered, forming a huge figure that covered the sky and the sun.
Based on the figure, one could vaguely tell that it seemed to be a woman.
At the same time, a desolate and sad ancient tune sounded in the air.
That ancient tune was like the mournful music at a funeral, but also seemed to entrust endless thoughts and sorrow. Everyone's hearts couldn't help but feel sad, and tears flowed down unsatisfactoryly.
Fortunately, there was no harm in that tune. Along with the desolate singing, the woman's figure slowly disappeared between heaven and earth.
What disappeared together was the endless desolate singing.
"Okay, Guiyao has left. If you want to leave, now is a good time."
The Taoist priest from before said: "Before and after the appearance of the ghost ballad, the weird and weird things in the burial place will be temporarily dormant. If you leave now, you will not encounter any danger."
