Lu Zheng soared into the sky and saw a luxurious manor in the forest not far away. The smoke he saw was rising from the kitchen in the backyard of the manor.
I saw that this manor covers an area of several miles, with five entrances from the front and back, blue bricks and white walls, gold tiles and red lights, pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings. Compared with the Earl's Mansion that Lu Zheng saw in Jizhou, it has a touch of nobility and elegance. luxurious.
"What a big manor!" Lu Zheng praised.
Even without opening his spiritual eyes, Lu Zheng could feel the gloomy air surrounding the manor, covering several miles in radius. It was invisible and intangible, but it was everywhere.
Really haunted house!
The point is, this haunted house is hung with red lanterns in front and back, the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard faintly, the village is full of noise and noise, and it is unknown how many ghosts are living in it.
"A ghost marriage?" Lu Zheng's eyes flickered, wondering, "Why are you in the earthly world? Are you planning to spend your honeymoon directly in the earthly world after getting married?"
Lu Zheng shook his head, not curious at all, and prepared to leave.
But as soon as he turned around, he saw smoke passing by on the official road not far from the manor, and three horses galloping towards him.
One of these three people was an acquaintance of Lu Zheng.
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"Taoist Priest, look at the smoke?"
Rong Song took the lead at this time. Hearing the words, he looked up and pinched the seal in his hand. After a moment of sensing, he nodded and said, "It's right there!"
The person next to him who just spoke was a man carrying a big sword, with sharp eyes and a sword aura rising into the sky.
"Brother Zhang, didn't you say that Qianqian was abducted by a ghost? Why is there smoke?"
The last person who spoke was a scholar, wearing a brown cloth robe that had been washed and turned white. He didn't seem to know how to ride a horse. At this time, he was just trying to ride, holding the reins, and his face was pale.
"Can't ghosts know how to cook?" The man named Zhang chuckled, "It's just that the rice cooked by ghosts is not vegetables, chicken or duck."
Looking at the smile of the man surnamed Zhang, the scholar knew that what came next was definitely not good. He was agitated, but he did not dare to continue on this topic.
"Then let's go quickly!" The scholar just beat the horse and whip and said hurriedly, "Qianqian will be eaten if it's too late!"
Rong Song and the man surnamed Zhang both nodded, and then the three of them walked forward for a moment and saw a fork in the road from the official road.
"The ghost leads the way?" Rong Song was slightly startled, then looked back at the scholar, "Is there such a way in this official road during the day?"
Now that it is half way through the unitary hour, the Yang Qi fades and the Yin Qi rises. Although the sun has not yet set, the woods around the official road are already exuding a dense Yin Qi, blowing out the cool wind, carrying with it the bone-chilling cold air of winter, blowing on the On everyone.
The scholar paused after hearing this, looked at the path, then looked at the surrounding environment, and then shook his head decisively, "No!"
"There are seven or eight villages and towns scattered around this official road, each connected by small roads, but most of them are after Crouching Tiger Hill. There are only Jinjia Town and Shanglin Village here, but we have just passed the small road in Shanglin Village, and The ones from Jinjia Town haven’t arrived yet.”
The man surnamed Zhang's eyes flashed, and he frowned and said, "Since the ghost guide has been laid, Miss Qianqian should be fine for the time being."
Rong Song nodded and said, "It's us who are in trouble."
"Why, the Taoist priest is timid?" The man surnamed Zhang looked at Rong Song.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord!" Rong Song shouted and looked at the scholar, "Mr. Ning, the situation on the other side is unclear, you might as well go back first..."
The scholar shook his head, took out a scroll of wooden slips from his arms, and said firmly, "Ning still has some ability to protect himself. Let's share as much as we can with you two."
The man surnamed Zhang laughed loudly and said, "It's good that you can handle this as a scholar!"
Rong Song frowned, "If you can show ghosts and lead the way, the opponent's Taoism is not weak. Mr. Ning only has an illuminated Huayan Sutra to protect himself, which is too dangerous."
"There are as many powerful ghosts as there are in the world, and they are all dead souls killed by my sword!" The man surnamed Zhang laughed boldly, clamped his legs, and turned the horse on his crotch towards the ghost path.
Shusheng Ning was also very anxious and raised his hands to Rong Song, "Taoist Priest, don't worry, let's just grab Qianqian and run away."
Rong Song could only nod his head, and turned into Guiyin Road with Shusheng Ning.
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At the end of the ghost road, the ghost village appears.
Turning out of the forest path, you will see two dark red doors on the front of the ghost village.
Two half-human-high red lanterns hang under the eaves. The lanterns are round in shape, and the lights inside are also strangely red. The flames are burning, not in the shape of flames, but like twisted human shapes, and they also emit extremely subtle, vague sounds. Wail.
Under the illumination of this distorted light, the light and shadow on the door flickered, as if there was continuous liquid flowing down from top to bottom. Coupled with the dark red door, it seemed as if it was soaked in blood and the blood was flowing continuously.
There are a total of thirty-six copper nails distributed on the two gates, but these copper nails are not round, but skulls. The empty and dark eye sockets are like black holes, staring at the ghost guide outside the gate.
Shusheng Ning had never seen such a scene before. His heartbeat accelerated and he felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
The man surnamed Zhang's eyes narrowed, he gave a low voice, drew out the big sword from his back with his backhand, and charged forward on his horse, shooting the sword energy straight for one foot.
"Jie Jie Jie!"
"Hey hey hey!"
"Hahaha!"
"Hehehe!"
The chin of the skull on the door opened and closed, and countless weird laughs came from it, forming a wave of sound that met the sword energy.
Then, the sword energy was as strong as a broken bamboo, cutting all the sound waves into pieces, and cut straight through the door.
The next moment, a twisted shadow appeared on both sides of the door, covered in dark red, somewhere between reality and reality. The two people's four palms, with the blessing of the red light, blocked the thick sword energy.
"Golden Que Heart Sword, kill!"
Rong Song gave a clear shout, pointed his sword, and moved forward.
Two screams came out, and the two shadows twisted for a while. As soon as their hands were released, the sword energy entered their bodies.
The man surnamed Zhang kept his horse on his crotch, drew his sword and swept across it again. The sword energy passed by and completely crushed the two shadows.
"Tear! Tear!"
There was a sound of cracking silk, and the two red lanterns shattered on their own. The light in one of them was blown out by the evil wind and was instantly extinguished.
It's winter now, and the sky is getting dark early. It's already past the unitary hour, and we're in the forest. The sky is covered with dark clouds, without stars or moon. If it weren't for the light coming from inside the manor, it would have been hard to see outside. It's dark.
"open!"
The sword energy revived, and although the thirty-six skulls were still laughing strangely, the two doors had opened on their own.
The man named Zhang took the lead and rushed into the manor.
Rong Song took out two talismans from his arms and waved his hand. The two soul-suppressing talismans were pasted on the lintel of the door. The golden light flashed and the spiritual energy converged.
"Walk!"
Then, Rong Song urged his horse and entered the gate with Shusheng Ning.
