Not long after walking, Lu Yun saw the young ghost tribe who brought him here again.
During the discussion, we learned that this ghost tribe is called Aran. He was born with a unclear head and often wanders around alone.
At this moment, Aran was sitting blankly under a tree. A pair of red eyes should have been extremely dangerous, but when placed on Aran's body, it showed an inorganic coldness.
It's like an empty body, filled not with a soul, but with some kind of rigid program.
Upon noticing their arrival, Aran just turned his head and glanced at them for a few times, then continued in a daze.
The whole village, when you go around it, can be called peaceful.
This place is not like ghosts, and the residents here are not like ghosts, but more similar to those neutral and chaotic ghost cultivators.
"We are peaceful."
In response to Lu Yun's question, the old male ghost lay on a rocking chair, shaking his fan, and told a few people about the history of the ghost.
The ghost tribe was born a long, long time ago, perhaps at the moment when humans were born, the opposite ghost tribe appeared.
Humans have seven emotions and six desires, and ghosts also have them.
But compared to the complexity of humans, the emotions of ghosts are much simpler. They don't have to worry about anything, they just need to act according to their instincts and impulses.
They like the human soul. To describe it, it is like eating and drinking water, but what they feel is spiritual satiety.
The war between ghosts and humans has always existed, until the familiar war between humans and ghosts.
In that battle, the ghost clan expanded a lot of territory and stirred up chaos in the outside world. Then they faced the strongest counterattack from human cultivators and demon cultivators.
In that battle, the ghost tribe also suffered heavy casualties. If the birth of the ghost tribe did not require the reproduction of men and women like humans, it is impossible to say that the ghost tribe would have become extinct in that battle.
It was also after that battle that they were re-sealed in this ghost world by cultivators.
Since then, there have been differences among the ghost tribe. Some ghost tribes think it is good to just stay in the ghost world, while others want to go out and fight everywhere.
The desire to conquer and plunder is something that is in the bones of some ghost tribes.
After the quarrel, the ghost clan was divided.
The place where they are at the moment is the ghost tribe that supports Anle, although the word Anle is particularly awkward when applied to the ghost tribe.
"The Blood Moon Festival is the day when the new ghost tribe is born."
Grandpa Ghost said with a smile, swaying the fan gently in his hand, completely ignoring the shocked eyes of several people.
"Tomorrow, the new baby will arrive."
And among those newborns, one will be the new ghost king in the future.
As for the Ghost King Palace, it is the place where newborn babies are born.
Once a year, the accumulated grievances will give birth to a large number of ghost babies. The behavior of reproduction through the fusion of water and milk is not tenable in the ghost tribe.
It was the first time I heard about this kind of thing, and some people looked strange.
They were communicating with their eyes. They knew that there would be a Blood Moon Festival tomorrow, but this was the first time they had heard that a new ghost clan would be born during the Blood Moon Festival.
"You didn't ask."
Maybe he noticed the doubts of the few villain cultivators, and Grandpa Ghost said cheerfully.
He squinted his eyes, as if he was enjoying this day.
In the long life of the ghost tribe, there is actually no joy, sorrow or anger. The only thing that can be said to be heart-warming is the birth of a new baby.
The Blood Moon Festival is a ceremony that all ghost tribes will participate in. The only difference this year is the existence of the new king.
Gui Grandpa was in a good mood, and Yao Huai told the story about Gui Granny.
"Oh, that old woman is too cruel and thinks too much. She doesn't even think about it. She is already a long time old and she still has to fight and kill her. Can her body hold up?"
What's surprising is that not only does Grandpa Ghost know the Granny Ghost, but his tone of voice is also very familiar, even... doting.
Miao Ruoling had goosebumps all over her body when this idea came up, and Lu Yun also touched her arm calmly.
Seeing this, Grandpa Ghost's smile widened.
"She and I used to be a couple, but later we separated because of different ideas."
"Every year, on the day of the Blood Moon Festival, the old woman would be willing to let me see her."
The aura of the ghost grandpa who couldn't stop fanning could be called kind, but no one took him seriously.
"Aiya, the ghost is old and tired. Little guys, go and play by yourself."
Grandpa Ghost is driving people away.
A few people simply left and watched the old ghost lying leisurely with his eyes closed, which was very comfortable.
They need to judge for themselves how credible the other party's words are.
That night, no one could fall asleep. In the clear sky, they welcomed the second day.
There is no difference between the ghostly morning and the night.
The sky is bright red as far as the eye can see, but today's red color seems to have changed after looking at it for a long time, becoming more ominous.
Compared to cultivators like them, the ghost tribe is very excited.
Many people began to clean up their houses and prepare for the arrival of new life.
As time passed, at a certain moment, or in the blink of an eye, a bloody full moon appeared in the sky.
The bright red color is even brighter than the sky, and the moonlight cast by it is a misty red mist.
Lu Yun took out the Wangchuan Stone and saw that the moonlight falling on the stone was gradually absorbed, and a touch of red appeared in the middle of the dark stone.
Like crystals, hidden in it.
This is the complete Wangchuan Stone.
"Here we come, the Ghost King Palace has appeared."
Amidst the cheers of the ghost tribe, Lu Yun looked in the direction those people were looking, but saw nothing.
The same thing happened when I looked back at the people around me.
"Only ghosts who really want to enter the Ghost King's Palace can see the entrance. Humans...it should be the same."
Grandpa Ghost, who had solved their puzzles yesterday, walked over slowly, with his hands behind his back, his back slightly stooped, and his face still smiling.
"I'm going to see that stubborn old woman first, otherwise we'll get into a fight later and there won't be any time to reminisce about old times."
As the other party narrated, the other party's body slowly disappeared in front of several people, as if walking into another space.
After looking at each other, they let go of the complicated thoughts in their minds and followed the other party's instructions, just simply eager to enter the Ghost King's Palace.
The cold ghostly aura blew over his face, like a sharp wind, enough to cut his skin.
The moment Lu Yun opened her eyes, she saw a majestic palace appearing a hundred meters ahead.
The palace made of dragon crystal exudes a faint red light under the blood moon, and a thin red mist envelopes the sky, floating and swimming.
The palace door was open, but it was hard to see what was inside the light-filled door.
Lu Yun raised her foot, just one step, and Lu Yun's body suddenly appeared at the door of the palace.
Shrinking the ground into an inch, a state that Lu Yun's cultivation level cannot reach, but he experienced it today.
Looking back, everything disappeared.
It was as if the companions she spent a day with were all false dreams and never existed at all.
Lu Yun stepped into the light without hesitation.
The world is full of illusions, but she believes in what she sees. (End of chapter)
