Chapter 698 The Yuan family’s underworld

Fu Shiyi formed seals with both hands, ghost energy rolled, and the isolation circle condensed instantly, more than ten times faster than before breaking through the fake elixir:

"Tell me, why do you want your great-great-grandson to worship me as your master?!"

"Master Ghost Master, please don't misunderstand me."

The old man knelt down in a hurry.

Pulling off the shirt on his chest.

Show your chest.

But he saw a hot rune brand on it.

Runes flashed.

The words "indescribably precious" were condensed on it.

The old man said tremblingly:

"Sir, our ancestor of the Yuan family used divination to prove the truth. When he ascended, he left a mark of good and bad luck to his descendants. This mark will show good and bad luck in advance, allowing us to avoid danger. At the same time, if we encounter great disaster or bad luck, People will also give warnings, sir... Sir, you are the most respected person in prophecy that I have ever encountered!"

"so......"

"That's why I boldly asked you to accept my great-great-grandson as your disciple!"

I see.

Fu Shiyi's frown eased slightly.

She didn't expect that an ordinary old ghost she met on the road could have such abilities. As soon as his mind turned, he realized that thousands of creatures died every day in the world of the underworld, and some people had no chance of reincarnation. Those who could settle down and live in the ghost world must have an extraordinary status in the world of ghosts, and those who embarked on the path of ghost cultivation were even more extraordinary.

"Old man, do you know what the highest level of ghost cultivator in Huangliang Ghost City is?"

"I'm not sure about this, but the owner of the ghost market, the great monk Huang Liang, is said to have become a fifth-level ghost infant three hundred years ago!"

Fifth level ghost baby? !

Isn’t that the same as the Nascent Soul Great Monk?

Fu Shiyi felt a chill go down his spine.

If she rashly enters the ghost market and encounters the Huangliang Ghost Infant cultivator, her identity will definitely be revealed.

Huangliang ghost market.

Can't go! !

"Old man, you said you had an underworld before Guixi?"

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A bare hilltop.

There is a decaying archway in front of the hill.

In front of the archway, the words "Yuan Family Hell" are hung crookedly.

A white lantern stopped in front of the archway. The white lantern gave off a ghostly look, and a ragged old man appeared. He said respectfully to the air behind him: "Sir, this is the underworld of our Yuan family."

Black light flashed.

Fu Shiyi appeared.

She glanced inside with her consciousness and found that behind the plaque were numerous tombs, thousands and thousands of them, densely packed and countless. There were strands of Yin spirit power on the archway that wrapped around the hills behind.

"Time is limited, so I won't go in."

"Yes, sir."

The old man seemed to be relieved.

A rune emerged from its white lantern and was inserted into the plaque. The crumbling door of the archway slowly opened with a "squeak", and an abundant Yin spirit force rushed towards it.

Fu Shiyi narrowed his eyes.

The Yuan family is indeed not simple.

Half an hour later.

The old man came out with a boy about twelve years old and said excitedly:

"Kuizi, hurry up and call the master."

"Master, please bow to my disciple Yuan Kui!"

After a simple apprenticeship ceremony.

Fu Shiyi took a bulging bundle from Uncle Yuan's hand, and her eyes suddenly lit up as she glanced at it. Even though he tried his best to suppress it, the joy on his face could not be concealed.

She also took out a wooden box from her waist.

Pass it to Yuan Kui:

"This is the third-level silver gray grass. You can take it by yourself and heal the dark wounds left in your soul first. After a while, I will come back to give you lectures and teach you the techniques."

"Yes, master!"

Grandfather and grandson of Uncle Yuan.

Standing in front of the archway, watching Fu Shiyi go away, he did not move for a long time. After a long time, Yuan Kui asked Uncle Yuan: "Grandpa, is this person reliable? Will she really teach me the skills?!"