"Woo..."
After leaving the village, the night wind became colder and colder.
The ghost with a pair of red eyes seemed to notice something after floating for a while, and suddenly turned his head to look.
Luo Qingzhou also looked at it, but did not stop.
[Hey, why is this human being walking this way? Did he also know about that cave? Let me follow him and see]
The ghost thought this way, drifting to the right and getting out of the way.
This human being has strong vitality and blood, and as soon as he gets closer, he will feel a burning sensation all over his body.
It was like being grilled on a fire, very painful.
Luo Qingzhou pretended not to see it, continued walking forward, and soon entered the forest.
Immediately, he stopped and deliberately looked around aimlessly.
Yinhun was following behind. Seeing this scene, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief: It turns out he didn't discover my cave. Ignore him and stay away from him.
Luo Qingzhou turned his head, looked back, saw it floating towards the woods on the left, and immediately followed it.
According to books, most ghosts are unconscious and have no intelligence, only various instincts.
Resentment, fierceness, fear, attack, evil, etc.
Once you become a ghost, you may only have these involuntary emotions for the rest of your life.
But this ghost obviously has its own intelligence and consciousness.
And he is actually practicing.
However, depending on the situation, this ghost's spiritual intelligence is very low, as if it has just opened its spiritual intelligence.
Luo Qingzhou was very curious about what happened to it.
The mountain forest at night was pitch black.
The trees are dense and the bushes are thick.
The mountain wind blew on me, making it particularly cold.
The ghost was wandering in front of him. I don't know if he was thinking about something, or because his intelligence was just beginning and his senses were slow, he didn't even notice the person behind him.
Luo Qingzhou followed unhurriedly, staring at it closely.
Once it stops, or looks back, he hides behind the big tree, motionless, and becomes one with the whole tree.
The ghost's body may be able to pass through the big tree, but his eyes may not be able to pass through it.
The ghost continued to float deeper into the mountain forest.
Luo Qingzhou looked back at the gradually disappearing village, feeling a little worried.
But there should be no problem.
Monsters haven't appeared here for several years.
It rarely appears elsewhere.
It is said that the black wood forest in the north of the city is where monsters gather.
Every creature needs its own environment to survive.
There seems to be a special substance in the black wood forest, and the terrain there is complex, which is just suitable for monsters to survive.
For a warrior, the whole body of a monster is a treasure.
Therefore, there are many warriors who hunt monsters.
Once a monster leaves the protection of the Blackwood Forest, it is estimated that it will be hunted down by a warrior soon.
So gradually, few monsters came out of the black wood forest anymore.
This small mountain village has been attacked by monsters several times. Except for a few old people who stayed here, there are no living creatures, which means nothing to the monsters.
As for those ghostly ghosts, there is no need to worry.
Although Xiaodie is a woman with weak Qi and blood, she is young and in good health, so ordinary ghosts cannot do anything to her.
At most, he would sneak close by and blow the dark wind, giving the little girl a nightmare.
Luo Qingzhou was thinking this way when he suddenly found that the ghost in front of him had landed and got into a lush bush nearby.
He waited there for a few minutes and then walked over.
When he parted the bushes, he saw a deep cave hidden inside.
He hesitated and got in.
The cave is not too narrow, and you can move forward with a slight bow.
After walking for more than ten minutes, a collapsed stone door suddenly appeared on the right, and the ground was covered with broken stones.
Luo Qingzhou stood at the door and looked inside.
Inside is a spacious stone chamber. The top of the stone chamber is very high, seven or eight meters high, with a stone inlaid on it.
The stone was emitting a faint light, illuminating the stone chamber.
Looking at the several depressions next to the stone, there should be other stones, but it seems that they have all been broken away.
The stone room was in a mess.
In addition to gravel, there are decaying bookshelves and tattered futons on the ground.
There was actually a skeleton with broken arms and legs lying in the corner.
In the corner on the other side, there are several wooden boxes.
The wooden box had already been opened, and it was empty, with nothing inside.
Luo Qingzhou walked into the stone room and looked carefully.
Obviously, someone had come in here a long time ago and took away all the original things here.
The ghost was floating in the corner, looking at him in fear with a pair of red eyes.
[He...why is he here too? Did you come with me? Can he see me? 】
Luo Qingzhou looked away from it and suddenly found a shabby book exposed in the corner below it.
He walked over, pushed aside the gravel and dust, and picked up the book.
Looking carefully at the weak light, I saw a few small words scrawled on the cover: "Things About Soul Refining".
Luo Qingzhou's heart moved, soul refining? Out of body?
He hurriedly rummaged around on the ground again, pushing aside gravel and messy things, looking everywhere.
However, this book seems to be the only one left in the entire stone chamber.
The ghost was floating high up, shivering.
Whenever Luo Qingzhou approaches, it will float to another place to avoid.
Luo Qingzhou held the worn book and looked up at it, thinking secretly in his heart.
The skeleton in the corner may be an outsider who practiced cultivation. His life span ran out and he died here, leaving behind a lot of things.
This ghost accidentally broke into this place and got some opportunities, so it opened up its spiritual wisdom and started to practice here.
Then someone else stumbled upon the place, came in and took everything away.
As for this book, maybe those people are just ordinary people who only care about treasures and don't know this crappy book at all.
Or maybe those people are also soul cultivators and have such books, so they don't care at all.
Luo Qingzhou thought for a while and looked at the ghost. Just when he was about to speak, the ghost suddenly seemed to be frightened. With a "swish", it instantly disappeared into the wall behind him and disappeared.
Luo Qingzhou: "..."
He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he immediately took the book and left the cave.
Leaving Xiaodie alone in the village, the girl would probably be frightened and cry if she couldn't find him when she woke up.
He started running in the forest.
Energetic, energetic and fast.
Even if there were some sneaky ghosts hiding around, they were all scared and fled in panic.
Luo Qingzhou quickly returned to the small courtyard.
After entering the house, Xiaodie was still lying in her robe in the corner, sleeping soundly.
The explosive sound of the Thunder Fist he punched before probably frightened the nearby ghosts and made them run away.
Firecrackers are set off during the New Year and during celebrations and funerals. It is said that they are all used to drive away unclean things.
Now that I think about it, it makes some sense.
The ghost has a weak body and a guilty conscience, so he only dares to appear quietly in the silent night. The firecrackers explode suddenly, the crowd gathers, and the energy and blood are strong. It is probably frightening them to the point of peeing and fleeing far away.
Luo Qingzhou sat down in the corner, closed his eyes and meditated, calmed down his emotions, and then slowly opened the book in his hand.
at the same time.
Chengguo Mansion, on the nine-curved corridor.
On both sides of the vermilion railing, in the shadow of the trees, stood two figures.
Madam Wang's face was still as sinking as water, looking unfathomable.
The second housekeeper Wang Cheng lowered his head and reported with an ugly face: "They are all dead, and Wang Pu is also dead... Judging from the fatal injuries on their bodies, the other party is a warrior... I really didn't expect that the Qin family would be like this They took a fancy to the boy and secretly sent guards to follow him... The people guarding the road out of the city did not see the boy coming back. They might still be outside, or they might have gone to another city gate..."
There was still no wave of emotion on the eldest lady's face.
Wang Cheng said in panic: "Recently, some of that boy's poems have been circulated, and they all say... they all say they are good... The Qin family is so interested in him, obviously they want to train him well, and he will be good for the imperial examination next year..."
The eldest lady suddenly turned her head to look at him, her eyes as sinister as a poisonous snake in the dark night.
Wang Cheng trembled and closed his mouth, not daring to say any more, dripping with cold sweat.
The eldest lady stared at him gloomily for a long time. Fang suddenly sighed and said slowly: "Go to Yin County. Go there in person and invite her back."
Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then his face changed slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Ba...Ba Goddess?"
Silence returned to the face of the eldest lady, and she looked calmly towards the dark night in front of her. Her voice was calm, but it sounded a bit sharp: "That bitch was killed by her sorcery. I want that little bastard to follow that... Die like a bitch and let their mother and son reunite underground!"
Wang Cheng's heart trembled and his spine trembled. He lowered his head and said respectfully: "I will set off tomorrow. Madam, don't worry, this time, the boy will die a violent death!"
at this time.
In another mansion in Mocheng.
In a pavilion in a certain back garden, a snow-white figure was sitting, quietly reading a book under the moonlight.
A cold girl held a sword and stood aside, motionless.
At this time, a pretty girl in a pink dress walked in from the round door, entered the pavilion, stood next to the snow-white figure, and whispered: "Miss, my uncle hasn't come back yet... Do you want to go... …”
In the pavilion, there was silence.
The evening breeze blew by, and the lotus leaves in the pond in front were fluttering, the water was rippling, and bits and pieces of crushed moonlight fell into the dark and deep eyes of the girl in the pavilion.
The snow-white figure, still silent, slowly put down the book in his hand.
She sat there without moving, her eyes looking at the flickering moonlight in the pond, suddenly in a trance, in a daze.
The girl in the pink skirt relaxed, raised her head, looked at the cold girl standing aside, and suddenly smiled: "I just came back when I saw you. How many times have you gone out to see you?"
"snort."
The cold girl held the sword, turned her face away, and looked at the pond, ignoring her.
Her pretty cheeks were still as cold as ice.
