"Since it's the adult's wish, of course the stone mill ghost wouldn't dare to disobey..."
The bay-red horse and the stone mill ghost whispered something next to them, and then they saw the stone mill ghost with a dejected look on his face and reluctantly agreed.
"Boy, come here!" The bay-red horse called out to Wu Fan softly when he saw the Stone Mill Ghost agreeing.
“…”
"Boy, are you deaf? Didn't you hear the village chief calling you? Get over here!" Seeing Wu Fan being indifferent there, Stone Mo Gui raised his eyebrows and shouted sharply.
It wasn't that Wu Fan didn't hear it, it was just that he was uncomfortable with a horse speaking human words to him. But then he thought again, since even brooms, sacks, and stone mills could be transformed into monsters, he didn't have to make such a fuss... Thinking of this, he took a step and walked over.
"Little brother Wu Fan..." Seeing Wu Fan leave, the broom ghost was still a little worried and couldn't help but say.
"Don't worry about the broom ghost. If the bay red... village chief wanted to take action against me, there was no need to stop him just now..." Wu Fan comforted the broom ghost and comforted himself at the same time, and then walked towards the bay red horse.
"This... village chief, I wonder why you are calling me?" Wu Fan was still a little nervous and asked cautiously.
"Come with me..." The bay red horse motioned for Wu Fan to follow him, and then said to the stone mill ghost: "I will take this man away, and I will leave the rest to you..."
After saying that, one person and one horse disappeared into the wild ghost village...
Outside the village, the three demons stared in silence, immersed in the tense atmosphere.
"Ahem... Broomstick Ghost..." Stone Mill Ghost spoke first.
"Asshole!"
"Uh... Feng Pocket..." Stone Grinding Ghost looked at the other person.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Alas..." The stone-milling ghost was frustrated and simply stopped talking, folding his arms and counting the time...
In the Wild Ghost Village, Wu Fan followed closely behind the bay-red horse, and it didn't take long before he arrived in front of a house in the center of the village.
"The tools are inside, and...be sure to lock the door when you leave." The bay red horse turned his head and signaled.
"I understand, Mr. Village Chief." Wu Fan nodded.
"Boy, cleaning up the Wild Ghost Village is not an easy task. Don't be careless!" The bay red horse looked around and reminded: "You only have five days. I hope you won't let me down by then!" "
"Don't worry, Mr. Village Chief! I will do my best..." Although Wu Fan knew that he was being made things difficult for, the matter was now at this point, and he really had nothing to say. As soon as it comes, it will be safe, and when the soldiers come, they will block the water and cover it with the earth! There’s no telling what will happen in five days!
"I hope you can keep your word..." Zhuanghong Maduo glanced at Wufan, then turned and left.
While the bay-red horse was talking to himself, Wu Fan vaguely saw an intriguing look in its eyes. It's just that time is tight now, and he can't think too much. He can only prepare to see what kind of tools the village chief has left for him.
But before he could open the door, the sound of the bay horse sounded behind his ears again.
"Hey...boy, I would like to remind you! Although cleaning up the Wild Ghost Village cannot be completed by one person, if you try to use outside power, it will only be counterproductive like before! Five days, I will come back to you in five days !”
Of course, Wu Fan understood what the red horse meant, and suddenly felt a headache. He muttered to himself: "How can this be considered a kind reminder? It's obviously a blow..."
Since Broomstick Ghost and Feng Pocket can no longer help, they can only rely on themselves next. Although cleaning up the Wild Ghost Village is very difficult, Wu Fan is not someone who gives up easily. If you haven't tried it, how can you know that miracles will happen in those seemingly impossible things!
Wu Fan opened the door with a creak and was choked by a burst of dust that made him cough. It was obvious that no one had been in this room for a long time.
This house was not very big and could be seen with just one glance. However, Wu Fan looked around several times but found nothing that could be related to tools.
"Boy... don't waste your efforts. Don't you understand what I mean now? That guy is probably playing tricks on you!" The withered old immortal said coldly, "These guys from the Sixth Hall are really a bastard! Sooner or later, there will be One day, old immortal, I will turn this ghost world upside down!"
Wu Fan was also disappointed when he heard this, and comforted himself: "Old immortal, don't worry, no one has been to this room for a long time. Maybe the village chief remembered it wrong... Let's go look for it elsewhere..."
"Alas..." Although the old immortal was angry, he did not want to dissuade Wu Fan's enthusiasm, so he could only sigh and remain silent.
But just when Wu Fan turned around to leave, he found a rag hanging on the wall behind him. He also had doubts in his heart: Could it be that the thing the village chief mentioned was hidden under the rag?
While thinking, he took off these rags, only to see that the wall behind them was also empty.
"It seems I've overthought it..." After being hit again, Wu Fan felt a little downcast, threw down the rag and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute!" At this moment, Lao Xian's voice suddenly rang.
"Old Immortal, what's wrong?" Wu Fan asked in a dull voice with a worried look on his face.
"This pile of rags... looks familiar... Hmm? Do you see something on the ground over there?" Lao Xian's voice came again.
"Really?" Wu Fan blinked and leaned over. Sure enough, he found something very unexpected in the corner of the rag, and he leaned over and picked it up in his hand.
"Could it be that...this is what the village chief was talking about?" When he came outside the house, Wu Fan finally saw the thing in his hand clearly, with an incomprehensible expression on his face.
At this moment, Wu Fan held a dark rattle in his hand. It had nothing to do with the word "tool".
He shook it casually and found that the sound of the rattle was very dull, as if it was broken. But since this thing couldn't be used for any purpose, Wu Fan wanted to throw it aside.
"Boy! Wait a minute!" Old Xian was startled again and said, "Try swinging it twice more!"
"Uh... Okay..." Wu Fan felt that the old fairy child was still in his heart, so he started shaking again with a "dong dong" sound.
But as the muffled sound of the rattle sounded, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the surrounding situation. When he looked down, he saw that the filth beneath his feet was floating without any wind, and was sucked into the drum handle with a whooshing sound.
"That's it! The old immortal saw it right!" Upon seeing this, the old immortal was pleasantly surprised: "Boy! Now we have hope!"
"Old Immortal, what's going on?" This was the first time Wu Fan saw such an unbelievable thing, and his face was in disbelief.
"Boy, this thing is called a soul-searching drum, which is specially designed to collect evil spirits!" The old immortal couldn't hide his surprise and said anxiously: "Before, the old immortal thought that the reason why the filth on the ground of this wild ghost village could not be completely cleared away was because Someone is causing trouble behind the scenes! Now it seems that these evil spirits have long been integrated with the Wild Ghost Village, and as long as the connection between them cannot be completely severed, they will never be cleared away!"
"Old Immortal...how do you know these things?" Wu Fan had been with the Old Immortal for a long time, and naturally he could not doubt it, but he couldn't figure out why the withered old Immortal knew so much about such things.
Hearing this, the withered old immortal's voice suddenly became lost: "Alas...such a thing was originally in my hands..."
Wu Fan naturally already knew the experience of the withered old immortal: "I'm sorry, old immortal, for reminding you of sad things."
"That's all! These things are all over!" The old immortal took a deep breath, swept away his depression, and continued: "But it's really strange. There is no reason for this kind of thing to wander here from the mortal world..."
Hearing this, Wu Fan suddenly thought of his stone sword and nodded slightly...
"Forget it! The more I think about it, the more I get a headache! Boy, don't be stunned, just hurry up and get to work!" The old immortal said the last sentence, then yawned and stopped talking.
Wu Fan originally thought that he would still have to work hard to clean, but now that he had such a convenient tool, he felt extremely relieved. He didn't dare to delay any longer and hurriedly took action.
After the two left, they saw several humanoid silhouettes standing up among the rags on the ground, and then disappeared in an instant. Then, I saw the ajar door swing several times, making a brief hoarse friction sound...
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Three days have passed. Thanks to Wu Fan's efforts, the situation in this wild ghost village has improved a lot. If we continue at this pace, it is not impossible to complete the task within five days.
"That's it for today..." Although Wu Fan didn't expend much energy, his wrist was still sore after shaking the rattle for a day, so he could only stop temporarily.
Sitting on the ground, Wu Fan looked at the rattle in his hand and marveled at the same time: "Old immortal, this thing is really strange! You said that this soul-searching drum has absorbed so many ghosts and evil souls, why does the weight not increase by half a point?"
"How do I know this?" Lao Xian replied, "It's true that I got such a treasure, but I just like to collect it and have never used it!"
"Okay..." Wu Fan just asked casually, not wanting to get an answer from the old immortal.
The topic ended and the two of them said nothing more. Wufan yawned and put the soul-searching drum next to him, then wrapped up his clothes and rested...
Although the ghost world also has day and night, it is not the alternation of the lunar and the sun, but the rotation of the yin and yang. The Yang Qi in it is like a light curtain surrounding the ghost world. It forms an indestructible barrier, consolidating the order of the ghost world and making it impossible for the soul to escape!
The Yin Qi is full, the night is coming, the Yin Qi dissipates, and the day comes again.
Feeling the light on his face, Wu Fan stood up with renewed energy. He looked up at the pale sky, only to realize that it was far different from the mortal world.
At this time, he always couldn't help but remember that when he was young, he often leaned against the round stone to admire the blue sky and white clouds. Although it is just a touch of thin blue with a few patches of soft white color, it is a beautiful time that I will never tire of.
After sighing, Wu Fan finally recovered his mind. If he fails to do what he is doing right now, he is afraid that this pale sky will turn into nothingness along with his soul.
But when he looked towards his feet, he frowned: "Old immortal! Wake up!"
"What are you yelling about? Old Immortal, I just closed my eyes..."
"Old immortal, have you seen the soul-searching drum?"
"What's all the fuss about...the soul-searching drum is here..." The old immortal also woke up with a jolt, "the soul-searching drum...why is the soul-searching drum missing?"
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