"This Lord of the Gongdian... Even if you lend us some courage, we don't dare to touch your things!"
"Yes, sir, we are really wronged! These days, we are worried about disturbing your work, so we don't even dare to step into the wild ghost village..."
At the gate of the originally empty Wild Ghost Village, a group of dark ghosts suddenly appeared. These guys were the same group of wild ghosts who had caused trouble with the Stone Mill Ghost before.
"Then last night, did you see anyone entering or leaving the Wild Ghost Village?" Wu Fan asked in a deep voice with no expression on his face. These wild ghosts were not good people to begin with, and Wu Fan didn't need to look good on them.
"No, no!" A group of wild ghosts shook their heads.
According to what they said, the village chief warned them not to interfere in village affairs before leaving that day, otherwise they would bear the consequences. They have a home and cannot return, so they can only hide in the nooks and crannies around the wild ghost village and stare at the movements in the village, in order to get home as soon as possible. If anyone passes by, they will naturally not notice it.
"You say it's not you, who can prove it? Can the cleaning tool be able to run away on its own?" The words of these wild ghosts cannot be taken seriously. No matter how sincere they are, Wu Fan is still a little doubtful.
In the past few days and nights, Wu Fan had told Lao Xian to keep him vigil, but he didn't expect that last night, due to Lao Xian's laziness and negligence, an abnormal situation occurred.
"Ouch!" "Ah!"
Just when Wu Fan frowned, he heard screams coming from behind the wild ghosts.
"Little brother Wufan! Are you okay!" As the screams got closer and closer, Wufan saw two familiar figures approaching.
"Broom ghost, Feng Pocket? Why are you still here?"
"If it wasn't because of that traitor, who knows what it would do if no one was watching?" The Broomstick Ghost's words were full of gunpowder, making the Stone Mill Ghost in the distance look embarrassed.
After saying that, it looked Wu Fan up and down again: "Little brother, just be fine, let me teach you a lesson from these guys who go too far!"
"Don't worry about the broom ghosts, the truth is like this..." Although Wu Fan didn't like these wild ghosts, he didn't want to bully others, so he stopped the two who were about to continue their attack.
After understanding everything, Broomstick Ghost and Feng Pocket nodded: "These guys didn't lie. Since the village chief left, no one has passed by here anymore."
"Really..." Wufan felt a little headache.
The two people in front of them can't lie. Could it be that the soul-searching drum really became a demon because it absorbed too many remnant souls?
"Is there such a strange thing?" The broom ghost also raised his eyebrows, "Little brother, how about we let the two of you go with you to investigate?"
Wu Fan shook his head: "The village chief said that no external help can be used in this matter..."
"Then...this is going to be difficult..." the broom ghost said regretfully.
"It is true that you cannot rely on external forces to clean up the Wild Ghost Village, but...as long as you don't do unnecessary things, it's okay!" A faint voice sounded in the distance.
Wu Fan looked up and saw that it was the Stone Mill Ghost who was speaking. He had his arms folded and his face was expressionless, looking sideways as if talking to himself.
Although he didn't understand why the stone mill ghost would remind him verbally, he still hurriedly thanked him: "Thank you..."
"Why are you thanking this guy? Who knows what conspiracy he is playing..." The Broomstick Ghost glanced at the Stone Mill Ghost, "Without further ado, let's ignore him!"
As he said that, Broomstick Ghost and Feng Pocket held Wu Fan on the left and right, pushing the latter toward the village.
"Brother Wu Fan, do you think the soul-searching drum was lost here?" The broom ghost followed Wu Fan's guidance and came to the place where the latter rested last night.
"That's right." Wu Fan nodded.
"Then...did you notice anything unusual last night?" The Broomstick Ghost continued to ask.
"Old Immortal?" Wu Fan heard this and secretly asked Old Immortal.
Previously, the withered old immortal patted his chest to ensure that he took over the burden of keeping watch, but he did not expect that such a situation would happen due to a moment of laziness. He also felt ashamed: "Well...Old immortal, although I was a little negligent last night, how could I do it if there was a real threat approaching?" You can’t notice it…huh?”
Speaking of this, the old immortal suddenly remembered something: "Hey... that's right! In the past few nights, the old immortal can often hear the sound of fluttering cloth, but when he looked over, there was nothing. This thing should not be considered abnormal. The situation..."
Wu Fan nodded slightly, but still relayed the incident to the broom ghost intact.
"The sound of cloth and silk?" The Broomstick Ghost was a little confused, "In recent days, there hasn't been even the slightest bit of wind here. How could there be the sound of cloth and silk?" As he said that, he looked at Feng Pocket, "Feng Pocket, do you have it?" Action at night?"
Feng Qiang shook his head repeatedly: "Broomstick ghost, you also know that I have difficulty moving when I show my true form. I don't show my original form for no reason!"
The broom ghost simply confirmed. Hearing this, his brows suddenly tightened and he looked at Wu Fan: "Little brother, it seems that this matter is a bit tricky..."
The broom ghost said that he had carefully inspected the surrounding situation just now, but found no traces left. After talking to several people, the only reasonable explanation was the sound of the cloth.
But since the sound of cloth exists, there can't be any clues to follow! So now there is only one reason that can explain the situation at hand, that is, the guy who took away the soul-searching drum is far stronger than him!
"According to what you said...are there other existences in this wild ghost village?" Wu Fan also felt a chill down his spine when he heard this. He didn't expect that he had been under the surveillance of others these days.
"Not bad!" The Broomstick Ghost took a look around, "There's just one thing I don't understand. Since it has the ability to steal the soul-searching drum without anyone noticing, why didn't it attack you from the beginning? Wait until this time?”
"Maybe you want to see my joke..." Wu Fan laughed at himself.
"Don't worry, little brother! Since we promised to help you, we won't stand idly by!" The broom ghost gritted his teeth and said firmly: "Since this sound only comes at night, it means that its movement may be limited when the Yang Qi is strong! Since at this moment It’s still early, so why don’t we split up to investigate and finally gather in the center of the village!”
Seeing that Wu Fan agreed, the broom ghost continued: "Feng Qiao, take your little brother and set off from here! Remember! Be careful!"
Feng Pocket nodded: "Broomstick Ghost, you are the same!"
The latter nodded after hearing this and disappeared on another road...
Without the soul-searching drum in hand, the day's cleanup work would naturally go nowhere. Wu Fan followed Feng Pocket and searched most of the Wild Ghost Village, but found nothing strange at all. When he thought that tomorrow was the deadline, Wu Fan was also a little discouraged. It seemed that he would not be able to escape this disaster no matter what.
"Broom Ghost, how are you?" When Feng Pocket came from the last room on their side, he found that the Broom Ghost happened to be here, and he hurried forward to say hello.
Although the broom ghost didn't speak, the answer can be seen from his face...
At this time, the head of his head was filled with gloomy energy, and seeing the "dark night" coming, Wu Fan clenched his fists, hesitating whether to escape at this last moment.
"Broomstick, have you searched this last room?" Feng Pocket pointed at a room not far away and said.
"Oh?" The broom ghost was stunned: "Didn't you just search this place?"
As soon as the two spoke, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Wu Fan looked up and smiled bitterly: "Don't worry, you two. I have been to this room before, and the soul-searching drum was obtained from here..." At this point, he suddenly felt that something was not good. I feel like I've overlooked something.
"Really..." The broom ghost nodded slightly, "In that case... how about we go there together and take a look? If there are no clues here, we can decide what to plan next?"
Anyway, this back and forth wouldn't take long, so Wu Fan naturally didn't object and followed the two of them towards the front...
The changes between day and night in this ghost world are no different from those in the mortal world. There is no gradual change. Before they can take a few steps, the dark energy will cover their eyes.
"Boy! Stop!" Just as Wu Fan stepped forward, the old immortal in the iron rod suddenly screamed, startling Wu Fan who was nervous.
At the same time, the Feng Pocket and the Broom Ghost also stopped, tapped Wu Fan's shoulder with one hand, made a silencing gesture to the latter, and then slowly retreated.
Just when a few people held their breath, there was a sound of trembling cloth coming from the house in front of them, and a strange sound of "crashing la la la..." came out.
"Broom Ghost! Run!" Feng Pocket threw Wu Fan onto the Broom Ghost's back, then hurriedly revealed his true form and roared a blast of wind in front of him.
The broom ghost didn't hesitate at all. He quickly shot out with his toes, and jumped out more than eight feet in the blink of an eye.
But just as it landed on the ground, a black shadow flashed past him. The broom ghost took a closer look and found that the wind bag arrived first and landed in front of him.
But at this time, Feng Qiang was bleeding from all his orifices and was obviously seriously injured.
"Wind pocket!" The broom ghost's heart trembled. He was about to get closer to check the latter's condition, but he felt a sound of wind coming from behind and hurriedly pulled Wu Fan away! With a loud bang, the place where he had just stood had exploded.
"Crash la la la..." Along with the sound of cloth, a black shadow was seen chasing them, rushing towards them from the direction of the house.
"Little brother! Let's go quickly! I'll stop it!" Seeing Feng Pocket's miserable appearance, the broom ghost's eyes turned red, and a strong murderous intention surged through his body.
After saying this, the wind pocket directly stirred up a cloud of dust and smoke, covering both of them.
"Why...why does this thing look so familiar?" Lao Xian's voice suddenly came from Wu Fan's ears.
"Old Immortal, didn't you say this before? Now is not the time to think about this, let's think about how to save people, right?" Feng Qiao was seriously injured and his life or death was uncertain. The broom ghost was also in danger, and Wu Fan could not be sent. Any use, can only be anxious in vain.
"Old Immortal, when did I say such words..." At this point, Old Immortal suddenly realized, "Oh! I remember! Isn't this the same rag in the room before!"
"That's right! Does the old immortal mean that there is any way?"
"No... the old immortal still feels that this rag looks familiar..."
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