Being in the yellow mist, the field of vision was already limited, but at this moment, a shadow that was even blurrier than the yellow mist swept through it, strangely leaving no trace behind.
"Little brother, not far ahead is the Wild Ghost Village! This area is not affected by the Sixth Hall at the moment, why not rest here for a while?"
The shadows dispersed, and the three shadows gradually became clear. They were Wu Fan and his party. After hearing what the tall and lanky man said, Wu Fan nodded slightly: "Of course! But I still have to thank this big brother for his help, which saved me a lot of time!"
"Don't dare, don't dare, this is what I should do!" The tall and thin man looked horrified when he heard this, and waved his hands repeatedly, "Little brother, you don't have to call me that, just call me the broom ghost!"
Just now, while several people were talking by the bridge, a group of patrolling Yin soldiers from the execution palace suddenly passed by in the distance. The broom ghost was worried about being discovered, so he hurriedly took Wu Fan away. But we were so tired of traveling all the way that we neglected to exchange names.
After introducing himself, the tall and thin man pointed at the fat man slumped aside angrily: "This guy is a wind pocket."
"Wufan." Wufan hurriedly responded with clasped fists after hearing this.
"It turns out to be little brother Wu Fan!" Feng Qiuqiao hurriedly sat up straight after hearing this, and then pointed to the iron rod in Wu Fan's hand, "Little brother Wu Fan, why didn't you see this iron rod ghost brother talking to you along the way? Could it be that it is mute?"
"Iron rod ghost? Haha..." Wu Fan just laughed a few times and felt the iron rod in his hand tremble. He coughed twice and said awkwardly: "You can just call him Lao Xian! He is not mute, just because of some It's just that I can't speak for special reasons..."
Just now, in order to hide his body, Wu Fan nailed the iron rod possessed by the old immortal to the bridge. After that farce, Wu Fan actually forgot all about Lao Xian. It was only when the broom ghost mentioned it that Wu Fan remembered it.
And ever since Wu Fan took down the old immortal, this guy has been losing his temper and refused to say anything no matter what Wu Fan said, which made him very helpless.
The sound of "iron stick ghost" in Feng Pocket just now made the old immortal finally couldn't help cursing. Wu Fan also suppressed a smile and hurriedly explained to him.
"I see..." The Broomstick Ghost nodded, "It is indeed inconvenient to possess a dead creature. Unlike us monster incarnations, we can still transform into human forms after practicing for a long time!"
"Oh? Monster?" Wu Fan was stunned when he heard this. He heard that one of these people was called Broomstick Ghost and the other was called Feng Pocket. He thought they were just nicknames for them, but he didn't expect that these would be their original names.
"That's right!" The two of them didn't intend to hide anything. Since they had nothing to do, they explained their identities in detail: "People in the world often talk about monsters and ghosts, but they don't know whether this monster is a monster or a spirit. Ghosts are ghosts, monsters are monsters, the four cannot be confused at all!”
"To put it simply, things without souls are called demons, things with souls are called spirits, things with lingering souls are called ghosts, and things with abnormalities are called monsters!"
Wu Fan nodded. Although he knew there were differences between the four, it was the first time he knew them so thoroughly. For example, the inanimate objects include grass, trees, mountains and rocks, and the animate objects are snakes, rats, foxes and wolves... As for the latter two, it is easy to understand, but the ghosts are all called ghosts, while the monsters have their own names.
After thinking about this, Wu Fan smiled for a while. No wonder the appearance of the two guys in front of him was so distinctive. It turned out that one of them was a broom and the other was a pocket.
If it had been seen before, Wu Fan would naturally have been surprised and sighed, but at this time, he fell into the category of monsters and monsters, so it was not surprising.
"By the way, little brother Wufan! There is something that has always made me very curious. I wonder if you could trouble you to explain it to me?" With nothing to do, the broom ghost started the conversation again.
"If you have something to say, it's okay to say it." This broomstick ghost was very respectful to him, and he must have been influenced by the teacup ghost. Wu Fan didn't expect that the teacup ghost didn't look like anything eye-catching, but he had some ability to tame these wild monsters.
"That's right! We often hear that there are new ghosts lingering in Wangxiang Terrace, and we are very curious about what charm there is in this world?" asked the broom ghost.
Before talking about this kind of issue, Broomstick Ghost had also talked with Wu Fan about their respective origins. According to what the Broomstick Ghost said, it and the Feng Pocket are both soulless things from Fengdu. They only gained spirituality after being infected by Yin Qi for a long time, and finally cultivated into demons.
Ever since they had spiritual consciousness, they have been working in Fengdu, and they don't know much about anything outside of it. If they hadn't been ordered by the Teacup Ghost this time, they wouldn't even have had the chance to leave Fengdu.
Wu Fan was silent for a while after hearing this. For some reason, he always felt that this place was no different from the mortal world. Or maybe it was because he had been away for so long that he couldn't think of any beautiful things in the mortal world that were worthy of nostalgia... except what came to mind. A few faces appeared.
"There is nothing special about the mortal world. It is just a place of support. What really makes them unable to let go is the precious things in their hearts." Wu Fan explained after thinking for a long time.
"Precious thing?" The broom ghost looked puzzled, "What precious thing can make those new ghosts unable to forget their emotions across two realms? It's really strange!"
"That's right... some things are indeed difficult to explain with common sense." Wu Fan smiled when he heard this, pointed to the distance and said: "It's almost time, let's set off!"
"Okay!" The broom ghost flexed his muscles and waved to his side: "Wind Pocket, pack it up and get ready to work!"
Their resting place was not far from the Wild Ghost Village. Even if they didn't follow the previous method, they quickly reached their final destination.
Although this wild ghost village is called a village, its actual scope is quite large. When Wu Fan finally escaped from here, how could he dare to take a closer look? Looking around now, my heart feels cold.
The reason why he felt like this was not because the scene in the Wild Ghost Village was so shocking, but because the Wild Ghost Village in front of him was so huge. He had no confidence that he could clean it up satisfactorily in a short period of time.
As soon as Wu Fan stepped into the gate of Wild Ghost Village, he saw the ground was littered with messes, and black dust was floating in the air, like flakes of black snow falling.
"Sigh... The teacup ghost is right. It seems that I may not be able to make a good return from this trip!" Wu Fan cheered for himself along the way, thinking that no matter how difficult this matter was, he would never give up. At the end of the day, he couldn't even think about struggling.
"Don't worry, little brother Wu Fan, it's enough to leave this place to the two of us!" Feng Pocket walked forward step by step, "Broom guy, why are you standing there in a daze? Don't keep my little brother waiting!"
"You have to talk too much!" Broomstick Ghost glared at Feng Pocket and rolled up his sleeves.
"What can you two do with me?" Wu Fan certainly didn't want to sit idly by and asked quickly.
"Hey, little brother, all you can do is stand as far away as possible to avoid getting dirty." The broom ghost smiled and made a sign of invitation.
Wu Fan was curious and wanted to see what the two people in front of him could do, so he could only find a remote place to stand.
The broom ghost muttered a few words in a low voice, and then heard a crackling sound coming from him. Then Wu Fan's eyes blurred, and he saw the tall and thin figure in front of him turned into a broom in the blink of an eye, swinging on the ground.
"Broom ghost, broom spirit, sweep away the filth without leaving a trace! Drag it under your arm along the rivers and seas, carry it on your shoulder to wipe the stars!"
This broomstick ghost split into two, and then split into four, and in just a short moment, it transformed into countless phantoms. Although one movement alone is not big, these countless broom ghosts are in uniform order. In a short time, they sweep up the mess on the ground and roll it into a ball with the black dust in the air.
Seeing this scene, Wu Fan was dumbfounded for a while, thinking how could this be considered helping? It was obviously getting more and more troublesome! If this continues, when the dust settles, won't this sweep look like no sweep?
Just when Wu Fan had a headache, the broom ghost suddenly stopped and shouted to Feng Pocket next to him: "Feng Pocket! It's your turn to take action!"
Feng Pocket has been silent since the Broomstick Ghost started moving, and his body trembled when he heard the Broomstick Ghost's shout!
"Pocket of wind, pocket of wind, a small bag of tips that hides magical powers! It blows down the mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, Lady Feng is my ancestor!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the wind bag paralyzed and turned into a square bag. When the bag shook, there was a strong wind and flying sand and rocks. The black dust in the air was hanging upside down. The ground rolled in all directions! It didn't take much effort, and the originally dirty air suddenly became clear.
"Easy to do it!" After all the work was done, Broomstick Ghost and Feng Pocket turned into human forms again, with indescribable looks of pride on their faces.
"Be a good boy, is it over now?" The withered old immortal who was originally silent couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw this scene. He didn't expect that such a complicated matter could be solved so easily.
Wu Fan's expression was also extremely exciting, but rather than being shocked, he actually laughed a little dumbly: "I didn't expect the two of you to have such magical powers! It's just... this is a little bit bad, isn't it?" As he said that, he pointed to the ground in the distance of Yegui Village. , I saw that the mountains and plains were full of filth.
"Hehe! It doesn't matter what he is doing, anyway, the order you received is to clean up the Wild Ghost Village, which is beyond your scope!" The Broomstick Ghost grinned.
"That's right!" Feng Pocket shook his head, "Brother Wu Fan, sometimes, the more honest you are about your duties, the more you suffer. Being too serious will only be thankless! So only by learning to be flexible can you live a free and comfortable life. !”
"Okay..." Wu Fan could only smile when he heard this. It was precisely because he learned to be flexible that he ended up in this situation. However, he also understood that if someone really wanted to deal with him, even if he still stayed in the palace, the end would be the same.
"Now that the matter has been resolved, let's go back to work!" the broom ghost said with a relaxed look.
But at this moment, the voice of the withered old immortal suddenly rang in Wu Fan's ears.
"Boy! It's not that the old immortal wants to attack you...you'd better take a closer look, I always feel that something is wrong!"
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