A restaurant and restaurant selling meat and fish.
Although the narrow gambling rooms next to the yellow mud road are very dirty, they are also very noisy and crowded. A few idlers who can't get a seat are clinging to the window lattice with their arms, scrambling to get in. Look out.
After the dice came out on the gambling table inside, I felt the same way. Sometimes I yelled, sometimes I cursed, and I was in a daze.
Those who carry burdens, those who sell flowers, those who weave mats, those who blow sugar.
There are sellers stepping on the mud with their feet, hawking the rouge and gouache in the package; the grass platform team is performing the blind trick of falling melons, attracting a crowd of people to watch and cheer;
A few children and yellow dogs were playing under the big weeping willow at the entrance of the village, and their clothes were all covered in dust.
There were crowds of people, and there was a lot of people...
Standing on this hill full of tombs and looking out, in the distance it looks like an ordinary village market, where young and old gather together, and it is very lively.
But not to mention the heavy damp atmosphere in the abyss, it is difficult for even cultivators to survive permanently.
The prosperous scene of this mortal village is completely out of place in this underworld, like a nag in the water.
Looking at it carefully, Chen Heng saw something was wrong after careful inspection.
Although the village market was lively and crowded, everyone's complexion was miserable and pale, and purple-red corpse spots were faintly visible on the skin exposed from the sleeves of the robe.
And the look deep in his eyes was also stiff and dull.
All the laughter, anger and curses revealed are just superficial.
It's like a clay and wood carving has been painted with various facial features using fine brushwork. It seems to be alive on the outside, but it still has the essence of rotten wood and loess on the inside.
The hillock where Chen Heng was standing was not that far away from the village, but it happened that no one noticed this place and turned a blind eye.
"Looks like we encountered a ghost village?"
Chen Heng thought in his heart.
The origin of Diyuan is unknown.
Some say that this place leads straight down to the boundless netherworld and suppresses a tributary of the Yellow Spring. It is the reincarnation place of Xudu Tianyi Ying Taoist monks, and there are divine soldiers and heavenly generals stationed below.
There is also a theory that the abyss is the place where the barren wastelands of several states were piled up in ancient times.
After all, the magical power of the Immortal Power is immeasurable. He can pick up the sun and stars, and move the sea and mountains. When they fight with each other, even if they smash an entire state to pieces, and then create creatures again, it is not nothing. Difficult matter...
But no matter what kind of words, this place is due to the strong turbidity, which breeds countless Yin spirits and ghosts.
The deeper you go, the more dangerous it becomes...
After all, Yan Ping is also a Taoist at the second level of foundation building, and he has cultivated to the state of "big and small as you wish".
Even though he was injured by his own innate sun light, and then ran away all the way without having time to heal, he still had some fighting strength.
If not, he wouldn't have been able to keep Chen Heng chasing for three full days.
But now he was tied to the meat table like an animal, with all his limbs removed, and he didn't even know whether he was alive or dead. Very miserable.
The situation in front of him was unknown, and it was the first time for Chen Heng to encounter such a scene.
He touched his sleeves and pondered for a moment, then took out a colorful folding fan from the Qiankun bag and held it in his palm.
This fan is called the "Chaohuan Fan" and was given by Xie Tan from the Flower God Mansion when he was in Fuyu Po. Although it is a piece of strange and skillful craftsmanship, it is also ranked among the middle-grade talisman utensils.
There are twelve beauties painted on the fan of the Chao Huan Fan. They can be summoned by pinching a spell, and their transformations are the same as real people. Within three hours, no matter how hard you try, it will not matter.
After three hours, the body faded away and returned to the fan.
Even if the body dies, there is always a ball of divine essence and true seal stored in the folding fan. It only takes three days to consume some fetal breath and manifest the beauty of the body's death again.
The beauties on the Chao Huan fan are originally used to make yin and yang happy. Because monks are often strong-blooded and have a strong spirit, which is different from the common people, they may make mistakes that cannot be punished during the war.
Therefore, the person who refined this fan specially enhanced the bodies of the twelve beauties on the fan.
Almost every beauty's body is as hard as gold and stone, but as soft as clouds. Even the second level of ordinary foundation building, the monks in the Great and Small Ruyi realm, are far behind.
If these twelve people were to mount a formation and charge into battle, no matter how extraordinary generals they were, they would not be a single enemy.
Even if he doesn't have any Taoist or mystical skills at his side, he can easily destroy cities and strongholds, overthrow armies and kill generals.
A puppet like this can be used to take risks for Chen Heng and explore the reality of the ghost village ahead.
He silently recited a sentence of magic in his mouth, and after a moment, he casually pointed at the person on the chaohuan fan.
Following a charming chuckle, there was a dense aura floating in the air. After a few breaths, the aura slowly landed on the ground and turned into a beautiful and charming girl.
She stood prettyly under an old tree, with a graceful face and graceful jade. She only wore a Luo Yi as thin as cicada wings, which made her figure even more graceful and graceful, with her hips and slender waist.
As soon as you see it, you can't help but get angry. You want to hold it in your arms and enjoy it carefully without caring about other people's business.
"I, Mrs. Chu, have met this master, but I don't know——"
"No need to be polite, that ghost village in front of you is quite weird. Please help me find out whether it is real or not."
Chen Heng waved his hand, interrupted the beautiful woman's bow and said.
"master?"
The beautiful woman who called herself Chu Niang had not finished speaking, and she could no longer speak.
She raised her head stiffly, her almond-shaped eyes filled with disbelief, and her heart pounding wildly.
After a long while, he said strangely:
"What did the master just say...are you deaf? Can you speak again and say it again?"
"Find out for me the reality of the ghost village ahead."
Chen Heng glanced at her lightly:
"how?"
"..."
Chu Niang was startled, her mouth slightly opened, and for a moment, her eyes looking at Chen Heng were filled with complex expressions.
Since this person got the Chao Huan Fan, he has not used it once. Today, he finally took it out. Chu Niang thought that the young man finally got the hang of it and could understand the taste of it.
did not expect.
He called himself out to let himself die...
Seeing that Chu Niang was stunned for a moment, she froze in place for a long time without moving.
Chen Heng frowned and said:
"Why are you taking so long to leave? Isn't it clear enough what I said?"
"No, it's not..."
Chu Niang shook her head, bit her cherry lips, and pushed the cloud-like hair behind her ears with her left hand.
She glanced at Chen Heng, her cheeks instantly dizzy, nodded, and said delicately:
"I can save my life, so I will do my best and live up to the master's trust."
"After entering the ghost village, if possible, kill the person tied to the murder case first."
Chen Heng was already accustomed to this kind of gaze and was not moved. He only said:
"Good work."
Chu Niang's shoulders slightly shrugged, she nodded shyly, and agreed.
And she had just walked into the ghost village, and the originally bustling market suddenly fell silent, as if a little thick ink had been dropped into the clear water.
Out of place, different.
A group of villagers suddenly turned into ghosts and ghosts!
Swarmed up.
In an instant, Chu Niang was torn to pieces!
Not to mention killing Yan Ping, who was tied to the meat case. She had only taken less than three steps before she was torn to pieces by a group of ghosts.
That physical body is still better than that of a second-level Foundation Establishment monk, but it has no effect!
After the group of ghosts tore Chu Niang into pieces, all the ferocious features on her body disappeared for an instant, as if nothing had happened...
The stall hawkers were still shouting loudly, and the grass troupe continued to perform tricks.
Even those children who had bleeding from all their orifices and had a rotten stomach and intestines were now red-faced, and then they got into a ball with the yellow dog...
"What a vicious ghost!"
Chen Heng was shocked.
Later, I saw that they were like puppets, only acting according to the established instructions. It was obvious that they were spiritually ignorant and their minds were not yet open, so they had a vague idea in their minds.
At this time, Chao Huan fanned herself, and Chu Niang's appearance had darkened slightly.
Even though he tried to pinch it again, it still remained motionless and could not be summoned.
Chen Heng knew that it would take three days before she could manifest again. After trying it once, he stopped caring about it and randomly selected a beauty to summon her out.
He still couldn't take more than three steps before he was easily torn apart by the group of ghosts.
Chen Heng didn't hesitate when he saw this, and summoned another one, making her walk into the ghost village...
the fourth.
…
the fifth.
…
sixth.
…
When most of the twelve beauties on the Chao Huan Fan died.
Chen Heng put away the folding fan, narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to ponder.
These ghosts are very vicious and stubborn, and even if he enters in person, he will never be able to get rid of them.
It is impossible to say that the sound of this fighting will attract more powerful demons and monsters.
At that time, there was no real danger of life...
And when he just drove the beauties on Chaohuan fan into the market, he didn't want them to die blindly.
First, it was to test the intelligence of the ghosts.
Secondly, they want to absorb a trace of Yin Qi from these ghosts, and then use the "Bokeh Shape Condensation Technique" to simulate the Qi venting machine and deceive them.
…
"Fortunately, although these ghosts are fierce and stubborn, their intelligence is very low. They will only guard their own one-third of an acre of land. As long as they do not enter the village entrance, they will not be hostile to them."
In Chen Heng's hand, he twisted a trace of the spirit of the ghost captured by the girls Chao Huan fan, and used the "Bokeh Concentration Technique" several times.
Wait until his Qi has changed and becomes the same as the ghosts in the market, and there is no difference anymore.
Then he tossed his sleeves and strode towards the group of ghosts.
Just stepped into the village entrance.
There was an indescribable eerie atmosphere that enveloped him!
It seems that it has landed next to a sleeping giant beast. As long as it makes a slight movement, it can wake up and see it open its bloody mouth!
The dark wind blows in bursts, blowing from left to right, making it desolate and desolate.
As he approached, all the bustling ghosts paused for a moment, their noses twitching, like dogs that had smelled a fishy smell.
However, the "Bokeh Shape Condensation Technique" is not an ordinary mysterious skill after all. After a few moments of confusion, they stopped moving and continued to do their own thing regardless of Chen Heng.
"Fortunately, these ghosts are not very intelligent... nor are they hostile to their own kind?"
Seeing this scene, Chen Heng felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked towards Yan Ping on the meat case, and talked to several ghosts along the way, but they all ignored him and ignored him.
"My father-in-law?"
The owner of the butcher shop is a shirtless butcher, about sixty years old, fat and strong, with a long gray beard under his chin that almost reaches his chest, and there are scattered scarlet minced meat inside, making it very messy.
Hearing Chen Heng's call, he did not raise his head, but continued to rub his hands back and forth, mumbling to himself.
"It's really a lucky thing. Even though he's in this state, he's still breathing."
On the corpse table, Yan Ping, whose limbs had been removed, had his limbs removed and passed out, but he still had a breath left.
This man had a lot of secret treasures on his body to protect himself. Relying on these things, he not only escaped with his life for three days, but at this time, he also hung on to his life.
When Chen Heng raised his hand to finish him off completely.
Suddenly, the butcher's expression changed suddenly, and he quickly stretched out his hand and wrapped it around Yan Ping's torso as if protecting food.
"Shan Hu Gong's blood food, future generations... will not eat it!"
He muttered deeply in his throat:
"The lady in the mansion is getting married, and the best blood food comes from Shan Hu Gong!"
He shouted loudly as if to demonstrate, and at this sound, the ghosts all looked sideways.
A chilling wind blew up from nowhere, chilling the bones! It makes people’s scalp numb!
Chen Heng's eyes darkened slightly.
Seeing Chen Heng standing at the butcher's desk, not intimidated by him, the butcher grunted again deep in his throat.
He stretched out his big futon hand and froze for a moment, then slowly took Yan Ping's left leg off the hook, weighed it, and then threw it at Chen Heng's feet.
"Hey, come and eat!"
The butcher shouted:
"Go! Go!"
Countless pairs of white eyes turned around fiercely, and there was a faint commotion among the ghosts. In an instant, Chen Heng felt a wave of malice enveloped him.
It seemed that all he had to do was reach out and touch Yan Ping's severed hand.
next moment.
He will be torn into pieces by a group of ghosts!
"It seems that we can only fight out..."
Facing this unexpected scene, Chen Heng's eyes also showed a solemn look. When he raised his sleeves and robe, he was about to take action forcefully.
Suddenly there was a soft sound of string music in the air, and there was a clear sound, and waves of sweet fragrance came.
"Shan Hu Gong..."
The butcher grunted again, quickly covered his face with his hands and lowered his head.
The group of ghosts were all horrified, whining and screaming, as if their minds had suddenly opened up and they were a little more frightened.
…
…
In a vast house.
Song Rupu, who had once again failed to escape from marriage, was pinned to the ground by several big ghosts and tied up so that he could not even move a finger.
"Young lady is the heir of Shan Hu Gong. My uncle is really ignorant."
A long-tongued ghost wearing a steward's uniform smiled, floated into the air, and said:
"You've made me tired of annoying the young lady. If there is a next time, the young lady will ask me to put my uncle in the cinnabar cauldron and blow it up before releasing him again."
"I don't want to get married! I don't want to have children!"
Song Rupu was crying and struggling on the ground:
"Everyone has clearly turned into ghosts, so why are men still having sex with women? Is this reasonable? How is this common sense?!"
