Are there ghosts in the desolate ghost village?
If there are vengeful spirits, then they are beneficial to ordinary people, ghosts, and even military generals?
It includes all of my relatives and friends!
Fang Zong still remembered what Old Wang had said: as long as this incident was resolved, Wilderness Village would be his, and he would only need to pay 10% tax; the rest would be his private fiefdom!
He didn't doubt Old Wang's words, because this kind of ghostly land didn't exist within the country; it could be considered as a conquered territory...
"warlike!"
Fang Zong chuckled softly and swiftly disappeared into the depths of the cave.
The cave was dark and damp, with almost no outside light, but his blazing fire burned away all the gloom and illuminated the cave in a bright red glow.
We soon reached the exit, where light shone ahead.
But it wasn't the milky white of the 'dream,' but rather had a slightly yellowish tinge, making it feel particularly gloomy at first glance.
Thick ghostly energy surged in through the cave entrance, but a single point of pure energy caused Fang Zong's flames to suddenly flare up.
"What a wonderful place!"
Fang Zong laughed loudly and walked forward.
step,
Two steps, three steps!
Then look to your left!
Upon looking at it this time, Fang Zong found that the cave walls only had stone patterns, just like other places, and there were no images of Meng Po or the baby.
Ninth Sister laughed and said, "It must be that Meng Po's protection energy is not enough. She has gone from protecting her all the time to needing to rest once every five days."
Fang Zong nodded, also feeling quite emotional.
Even the most amazing things can't withstand the erosion of time.
I strode out of the cave and, sure enough, it was the valley I had seen before.
But there weren't so many clouds and mists, so you could clearly see the lush, green trees in the valley. There wasn't that little wooden house either, only a circular river that flowed slowly around the village.
The river water was crystal clear, and small fish swam around.
But many ghosts jumped into the river, and many more gathered around the riverbank, seemingly catching fish. They were working hard, chasing the small fish away.
Upon closer observation, Fang Zong noticed that almost everyone coming and going had a somber face, and many even showed expressions of deep grief.
"Is this what a ghost is?" Fang Zong asked.
"Yes, just like ordinary people."
Ninth Sister laughed and said, "Those who didn't become ghosts after death, and whose obsessions weren't strong enough to become spirits, are called Yin Souls. In the past, they lived in the underworld, waiting in line to enter reincarnation, just like them. But that's not possible now. I guess those Yin Souls who died in modern times were directly frozen in the rare, undamaged treasures in the underworld."
"Like the Three Lives Stone?"
"Pretty much. If you think about it, the Three Lives Stone should be the hardest to destroy. Wait, it also seems to be because this thing is not very conspicuous."
Fang Zong wasn't interested in these things; he was just asking casually.
He strode forward, only to find himself only seventy or eighty meters from the river, yet it felt like seventy or eighty miles away.
Fortunately, they were still close, so we didn't bother with them.
"Hey kid, hey hey..."
From the bushes ten meters away, a middle-aged man called out loudly.
Unfortunately, although he appeared to be only ten meters away from Fang Zong, he was actually ten miles away, a full five thousand meters.
The middle-aged man was covered in blood. He thought he was shouting loudly, but it was like a mosquito buzzing. He could only cough up blood and froth, covering the penetrating wound in his chest with his hand, frantically trying to stabilize his injury.
"It's alright, the Kuiyin River is just ahead, he can't cross it, he must come back."
The middle-aged man muttered something to himself and then gave a wry smile.
He spent all his time hunting geese until he went blind, and then he capsized in a ditch.
To think that the mighty Dragon Fist Emperor Chen Wu, a powerful expert at the first level of the skill realm, would have his lungs ripped out by a ghost of the same level.
"Does Elder Wang know that the opponent isn't particularly strong?" Emperor Chen Wu muttered to himself, glancing at Fang Zong, and then spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.
"That's right, very young, and very promising."
But it's only at the sub-magic level!
He looked down on Fang Zong.
"Hello, everyone." Across the river, Fang Zong greeted the spirits in the water.
These are just spirits, not ghosts. They retain their memories and personalities from their previous lives, and can be said to be no different from ordinary people.
Fang Zong does not discriminate against them.
"Living people?" Some of the ghosts raised their heads.
Then, ignoring Fang Zong, they continued catching fish, scooping fish, and snatching fish from their companions' hands.
"Hey folks, what are you doing?"
No ghosts pay him any attention.
"Everyone's catching fish? Are these fish some kind of treasure?"
The ghosts still ignored him.
"You can arrest people all you want, but don't rob others."
Finally, a spirit paid him attention; it was an old man with white hair and beard. He was very old, yet he floated shakily on the water, also trying to catch fish.
Seeing Fang Zong reach his hand towards the water, he quickly said, "Young man, you really don't know what's good for you!"
"What's wrong?" Fang Zong asked with a smile.
"This is the Kuiyin River. 'No living person should cross the Kuiyin River,' have you heard?"
The old man saw Fang Zong retract his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Young man, you'd better hurry up and leave. Once the ghost baby finds you, you won't be able to leave."
A ghost baby?
Fang Zong's heart skipped a beat.
The old man pointed at the ghost catching fish and said, "Young man, our village was originally very peaceful under the protection of the Earth God of the Underworld. But a while ago, a ghost baby flew in from nearby and took over the remaining power of the Earth God of the Underworld. We don't have time to deal with you. If we don't catch enough Yin Water Fish, the ghost baby will eat us up."
You'd better leave quickly too. Don't take this lightly. A few days ago, someone was wandering by the river and had their lung ripped open. They almost couldn't escape and were swallowed whole by the ghost baby.
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