A gust of cold wind blew by, and Song Ya couldn't help but wrap up his clothes tightly and continue to sleep. Song Xin was already covered in cold sweat.
Through the broken windows and half-collapsed wall, he saw secret numb 'people' watching them around.
Song Xin immediately sent a message to the little girl with his spiritual consciousness,
"You hide in the jade film."
The little girl also lost her beauty, nodded quickly, and disappeared in a flash.
These people with dull eyes were staring straight at themselves and Song Ya, as if they were iron nails attracted by a magnet. Even though he had some cultivation, cold sweat broke out on his back. How come there are so many ghosts in this place? He was very puzzled.
"Why are you here?" Song Xin tried to use his spiritual consciousness to talk to a ghost fighting at the window.
"..."
"..."
The ghost was silent, just staring at Song Xin with dull eyes.
He asked several more times, but there was no answer.
Turning to look at Song Ya who was sleeping and snoring, Song Xin boldly walked out. Those souls turned their heads and looked at him with dull eyes. It wasn't until they were five feet away that the ghost turned back and looked at the broken house again.
Song Xin walked around and found that there were countless souls gathered here. All of them, men, women, old and young, were naked. Many of them had wounds on their bodies. It was obvious at a glance that they were people who had died recently, and most of them had soldiers' buns on their heads.
Without exception, they all stared directly at the dilapidated house. It's like there's something there that's attracting them.
Song Xin circled around and gave up on counting the ghosts. Looking over, it was so dense that you couldn't even see the edge, there were tens of thousands of them.
He vaguely felt that there must be something in the dilapidated house that was attracting those ghosts. But when he took a look, there was nothing there except Song Ya, who was sleeping soundly.
Song Xin asked: "Do you think there is anything weird in this shabby house?"
"Well, right where you were sitting just now, there was a strong suction force..."
Song Xin's mouth twitched a few times after hearing the black line in his head. Is there something under my butt? He returned to the shabby house. There was nothing suspicious about the place where he was sitting just now, except that the warm hay was flattened.
Song Xin couldn't practice anymore, so he could only sit down next to his cousin with his eyes closed, let go of his consciousness, and keep vigil for him to prevent those ghosts from disturbing him.
At the third watch of the night, the place where Song Xin was sitting suddenly trembled slightly, and then a small black disk appeared, and then expanded to the size of the mouth of a wine vat.
The black hole did not attract Song Xin's attention at first, and he did not discover it until the black hole became larger.
His attention immediately shifted, and then he felt a chill all over his body, and he could see white mist in his breath. Song Ya seemed to feel it too, grabbing hay and wrapping himself tightly in his sleep.
At this time, several shadows slowly rose inside the black hole.
When they started talking, Song Xin was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. The sound was like several people talking at the same time in the empty valley, mixed with voices and echoes. They spoke extremely slowly, like a broken tape recorder playing at a slow speed, and no emotion could be heard. They spoke a language that Song Xin could not understand at all.
"Huang Huan tried his best to scare Ren? Huang fart, Er Xue rotten stick is not afraid of Ren! (How can there be anyone here? Huang Pi, you said there will be no one in this shabby house.)"
"Xiao Huo my level, Mi Mi Ren? (How do I know, a passerby?)"
Song Xin could hear their conversation, but he couldn't understand what they said at all. At this time, a few more 'people' emerged from the black hole.
A slightly irritable voice said: "What are you talking about? (What are you talking about?)"
"嚚嚓咚嚇叁偰仁! 黄萴尔薛困偰仁"." (There are people here, Huang Pi said there won't be anyone.)
Song Xin was confused. He didn't understand a word these things said. He opened his eyes slightly, wanting to secretly take a look at these people, but when he saw them, he couldn't help but feel nervous, which made his heart beat fast.
A total of four "people" came out of the black hole. Of the two people who came up earlier, one had sallow skin and a face as skinny as a zombie in a grave, with bones under the skin, and was wearing a tattered yellow hat.
The other one has a bald head, half of his face is fleshy, the other half is a white skeleton, and his body is half human and half skeleton. They each carried a bundle of chains and a steel fork.
The two at the back look much more normal. One has a charming and handsome appearance, with a smile at the corners of his mouth. He has white hair and white bones on the top of his head, as if he is wearing a white crown. He is wearing a white robe, but his tongue is very long. The contrast between the long blood-red tongue and the white robe is very obvious, and it is eerie. Two long teeth are exposed on his upper lip.
The other man was completely black, but the bones on his head were as black as ink, and they were also raised high, like a black crown. This man's face was extremely ugly, with many bulges and sores, his eyes were strangely red, the corners of his mouth were drooping, and the teeth were protruding from his lower lip.
Both of them were tall and thin, about ten feet tall, with slender arms. Each held a green fluorescent lamp and a white flag.
The man in white floated closer to Song Xin, tilted his head and stared at him for a while, then leaned over and smelled it. Song Xin was too scared to open her eyes, but her body was shaking involuntarily...
"Little alchemist, I know you can see me. The Yin soldiers are collecting their souls here today, so please don't disturb me." His voice sounded like a man and a woman speaking at the same time, and the space was as quiet as a deep valley.
Song Xin was startled, and his eyes suddenly opened. The face of the man in white was just a palm away from him. Song Xin almost turned over in fright. Unexpectedly, he was still discovered. And he can also speak human language!
"Hahahaha, I scared you, little alchemist. Ordinary people can't see me, but your divine consciousness revealed your identity." He continued, and even saw Song Xin's cultivation.
"Hua Hua Bu Mi Dou, Music Master (stop talking nonsense and get things done)" the man with the black crown was obviously impatient and urged.
"Who are you waiting for?"
"He and I are ghost missionaries from the Yin Division. My name is Xie Bian, and he is Fan Wujiu. A soul collecting general who specializes in collecting the souls of dead people to go to the Yin Division. You are an alchemist and you don't know about us?"
He pointed at the man with the black crown. The man with the black crown looked at Song Xin and snorted impatiently, as if he was a little disgusted.
"The two of us are also traveling, and we have no intention of disturbing you gentlemen. Please don't hurt us."
"I can smell that you have a long life, and it is not time to die yet. I took the soul back to the underworld to pay for it, what did I do to you? It's just that I haven't seen a stranger in a long time, so I'm a little curious."
"Little alchemist, I have something to ask you. Why do you smell like ghosts on your body? Are you raising ghosts? If that's the case, I advise you to hand it over to avoid bad luck in the future and affecting your cultivation."
Song Xin's heart tightened. Could it be that he discovered the jade piece hidden by the little girl?
He hurriedly explained: "I went out for a walk just now, and I might have picked up some soul elements. (Note: When ghosts and ghosts get close to people, they will leave soul elements on them. If they are mortals, they will be affected by the soul elements and give birth to... If illness comes, it won’t matter if the cultivator is protected by the aura of the spiritual core).”
"That's it, I'm about to collect the soul, so don't go out and disturb me." The white-clothed ghost stood up and said, then ignored Song Xin.
"Song Xin, I'm afraid..." The little girl's low voice appeared in Song Xin's consciousness.
"Huh? Huh? (Hmm, is there a ghost?)." Before the white-crowned man could speak, the black-crowned man suddenly glared. The scarlet eyes shot out a red light, and then looked at Song Xin. Being stared at by the light, Song Xin felt as if a huge boulder weighed down his body.
The man with the black crown picked up the green light and walked towards Song Xin. To be precise, he floated towards Song Xin. He shined it on him and then roared angrily.
"Hello, come on, give it to me (ghost, give it to me.)"
The white-crowned man walked over with a smile, "Don't be afraid, little alchemist. Fan Wujiu has a bad temper and doesn't know how to talk to others. He feels that there is a ghost hidden in you. How about you give it to me and let us take it to be reincarnated?" Raising ghosts will do you no good."
"Who said I have a bad temper or that I can't speak human language? Xie Bian, don't chew your tongue! Your tongue was originally nine feet long, but now it's only three feet long. If you chew it, there won't be much left. "
"Look, he has a bad temper, right?" The man in white joked with an evil smile. But in Song Xin's opinion, this joke between black and white ghosts was completely unlucky.
"To be honest with you two, I met this ghost by chance, and I specially collected it to teach him some cultivation methods. I hope she can achieve something in the future. I hope you can let him go."
"Huh? I think you are not a ghost cultivator, she is a ghost. How do you cultivate your way?" The man in white was a little curious and continued to ask.
"I have a Tao method that she can practice."
"That won't work either!" Fan Wujiu in black said sternly, and at the same time, a white spiritual flag was knocked down from his pocket!
