Death, Wu Fan only felt the breath of death surrounding him like a thick fog, making him suffocated.
He was carried three or two steps by the tall evil ghost beside him to the river, and then he was pushed into the river. He couldn't breathe, and the scenery in front of him also dimmed. At the moment of death, For a moment, something suddenly appeared in his mind.
Yuhu Sect... Daming Mountain... Young Master Qingshe... Qie Xue Zun... Laoshan Shou... Zhao Xiaozhong!
"Huh! Ahem..." Wu Fan opened his eyes again, and his eyes suddenly turned into a desolate scene. There was not even a drop of water in the river beneath him. Only the dry river bed was left. The only thing that was the same as before was his body. Next to him is a weirdo wearing a ghost mask.
"Who are you?" Wu Fan prepared the magic formula with both hands, ready to take action.
Hearing this, the man straightened up immediately, pointed at his face, suddenly slapped his head, and took off the funny devil mask on his face.
Wu Fan saw the man's true face clearly, his face was surprised and happy, but after what happened just now, he became more wary and asked hesitantly: "Are you...Old Immortal?"
The withered old immortal screamed when he heard this. Seeing Wu Fan's confused look, he realized that he couldn't speak.
Wu Fan only felt a familiar voice ringing in his head: "Little friend Wu Fan, we meet again! It's me, the old immortal!"
"Old Immortal, is it really you?" Wu Fan still couldn't believe it.
Seeing this, the old immortal shook his head. A faint blood energy surged from its body, making Wu Fan feel more familiar, and he felt relieved.
"Old immortal, why are you here? And how come you are so elegant that you even learned to sing?"
"Oh, I originally wanted to escape the pursuit of ghosts and avoid falling into reincarnation, so I shared my body with you on the pretext of helping you take revenge. I didn't expect that you, a kid, died before you could take revenge! Damn it! The soul was helpless and was directly imprisoned in the Soul Guarding Hall..."
"Then why didn't I see you in the Soul Guarding Hall?"
"There are 36,501 soul-guarding halls, and most of them are empty. They may not be sent to random places... What's more, humans and monsters have different paths. We have to go our own way... We will definitely not be able to understand each other. See…"
The withered old immortal sighed, squatted next to Wu Fan and complained.
The withered old immortal woke up and found that he was still imprisoned in the Soul Guarding Hall. Seeing that there was no hope of resurrecting his soul by borrowing a corpse, and that revenge was in vain, he wanted to turn into a ghost before making plans.
But the condition for becoming a fierce ghost is to become a ghost, that is, to enter Fengdu. But before entering Fengdu, you need to plead guilty in the Hall of Ecstasy.
The withered old immortal naturally did a lot of sneaky things during his lifetime, but after all, it was not a big evil, and he was worried about damaging his majestic image and making others laugh. Then I came up with a crooked idea, which was to stay in the Wild Ghost Village and then make plans slowly.
If it wanted to stay in the Wild Ghost Village, it must first turn into a remnant, but the disability should not be too obvious. It then thought hard about how to become a remnant without suffering pain and follow the mighty team. But it accidentally slipped and fell into the underworld with a pop, and was about to turn into mud.
But maybe it was because he had been fused with Shi Qianbian for too long, and his blood was too strong. Although Huangquan rotted his body, it could not melt itself, so it crawled up with a lingering breath, and it could be considered that it barely passed the first level.
The wizened old immortal was originally afraid of dogs and chickens. He had just made a guide to pass the customs from Evil Dog Ridge to Jinji Mountain, but as soon as he entered the gate, he felt a sinister smell, and the deafening barking of the dogs directly shocked him. He was so frightened that he fainted.
When he woke up, he found that he was already in this barren village, surrounded by a group of deformed people with missing arms and legs, looking very miserable.
The people around them were a little suspicious when they saw a new soul with sound limbs. Seeing that he looked miserable all over, they assumed that it had suffered internal injuries and put it to work.
While working, Lao Xian learned about the situation here. He looked at the man of similar size to himself not far away and had an idea in his mind.
It observed the man's performance for a period of time, and learned how to behave. It secretly circulated its blood energy when no one was paying attention, and after refining the man's soul, he put on the evil ghost mask and pretended to be a ghost. Became an evil spirit.
But learning is one thing, but actual performance is another. I didn’t expect that this evil ghost was not a sweet potato, but a character who was beaten. But at this time, I was afraid that going back on my words would cause big trouble, so I had to endure it. Scalp went on stage to be beaten, but he didn't expect to see Wu Fan, and that's what happened next.
"But Lao Xian, what is going on on this stage? Why can't I remember anything at first?"
"Because that show is called a ghost show, and this is a wild ghost village!"
When Wu Fan heard this, he suddenly realized. He didn't expect that this wild ghost village had no foreshadowing at all, and it actually confused his memory. No wonder he didn't feel anything was wrong at all.
"Old Immortal, what's the secret behind this ghost show?"
"Come on, let's talk as we walk..." Lao Xian pointed to the woods just over there and walked inside with Wu Fan.
"This ghost play was originally called a soul-changing play, which would cause the listeners to lose consciousness during the play. Someone would take advantage of the situation and secretly change their souls, leaving the listeners' consciousness here. And the village has always Some of the remnant souls who were killed in the previous passes even only have consciousness left..."
"And these consciousnesses that have lost their souls can only barely survive in this wild ghost village. They will not be able to pass the next few levels. Once they step out of the village, they will completely dissipate..." The withered old immortal pointed to the distance.
Wu Fan looked up and saw that the "Wu Hao" who had just been nailed to the tree by the withered old immortal with an iron rod had already turned into a puff of smoke.
The old immortal stepped forward and pulled out the iron rod, blew away the remaining smoke and dust, and led Wu Fan towards the village just now.
I saw that the village no longer looked like the joyous scene it had just now, and all I could hear was the sound of unwilling wailing. The white stage in the village was just made of white paper. At this time, it had burned to ashes, collapsed, and danced with the heat.
"Now that you have woken up and these remnant soul consciousnesses can no longer pose a threat to you, then you should leave quickly. We are going to start the next plan."
"Next plan? Do you have that much time?"
"Time? Haha, the most indispensable thing here may be time. Although in your subconscious, this scene has passed for a long time, but to us, it is just a short moment..." The withered old immortal also didn't know After a long time here, communication has become more profound.
"Old Immortal, do you really don't want to leave?"
"I really don't want to."
"Then why are you still holding me..."
"I'm afraid I'll get beaten when I go back..."
Although the withered old immortal expressed a thousand unwillingnesses and ten thousand reluctances, in the end he followed Wu Fan happily and left the Hall of Ecstasy, but the way he left was a bit unbearable.
Wu Fan looked at what looked like a rusty iron rod in his hand, and he didn't know what material it was made of. Although it was much smaller than the stone blade in his hand, the weight was not the same.
"Old Immortal, are you sure this will work?" Wu Fan said to the iron rod.
"Of course! Old Immortal, I have been bound in the stone blade for so long without being discovered. This little iron rod can naturally be hidden. What's more, in my current state, I'm afraid I won't be able to show up, so this is the only way. "The old immortal is very proud of being restrained, and you can feel the excitement in his voice just by listening to his tone.
It didn't take long for one person and one stick to arrive in front of a square. Directly in front of the square was a large hall. There was a large plaque erected on the two gates. From top to bottom, three large lacquered gold characters were very eye-catching - Hall of Ecstasy.
At this time, the square was already crowded with several queues, and while Wu Fan was taking a few glances, there were also many more people lining up behind him.
"Everyone who enters the Hall of Ecstasy, please line up in order and go in!"
Wu Fan followed the sound and saw two black-armored soldiers standing on the left and right in front of the palace door. They were almost the same as ordinary people. But the difference is that their faces seem to be shrouded in a layer of fog, and they can't even see their faces clearly.
Finally, Wu Fan came to the yard and found that in front of him was a half-person-high water tank filled with clear liquid, which should be the ecstasy soup.
"After drinking the ecstasy soup in front of you, step through the gate and kneel in the yard like the people in front of you!"
When Wu Fan heard this, he swallowed. Let alone stating his accusations, drinking up the vat of ecstasy soup would probably kill him.
After thinking about it, he came to the water tank and raised his hand to lift the water tank, but he heard a shout from the door: "The guy over there with the iron rod, this is the Hall of Ecstasy, not your own yard! Why? It's so casual, don't you want to drink all this vat of ecstasy soup? Scoop the water at your feet, and get out of here after drinking it!"
Hearing the suppressed laughter coming from around him, Wu Fan reacted, his face turned red, he quickly scooped up a ladle of ecstasy soup and poured it into his mouth, then slipped away with his tail between his legs.
"Laugh! Why are you laughing! Ha...cough cough! Shut up! Just drink the ecstasy soup and get out of here together!"
When the old immortal saw that Wu Fan had made a joke, he also laughed in the stick. It was not until Wu Fan was about to throw away the stick that he became quiet.
When he walked into the courtyard, Wu Fan saw that the ground was filled with futons, and many people were already kneeling on the futons with their heads lowered. He followed suit and knelt down. The moment he knelt down, his eyes suddenly lit up and he found himself in a lobby, with a blurry figure sitting in front of the hall.
"Wufan, tell me everything you have done in your life..."
When Wu Fan heard this, he was in a trance and told his story in detail. The withered old immortal in the stick also felt nervous in his heart, hoping that he would never take his trouble into account!
A lot of cold sweat broke out on the iron rod for no reason...
