The boss looked embarrassed and paused for a long time, then reached out and picked up the silver ingots on the table.
"Isn't this gentleman a local?"
Li Changan nodded and pointed towards the sky.
"Oh, I see." The boss suddenly realized that he was a big shot from Beijing. No wonder he was so bored and meddlesome.
Thinking of this, the boss couldn't help but feel excited.
"My Lord, you may not know this, but our town is actually... haunted!"
Li Changan was stunned.
ghost?
Nezha, who was sitting on the side, did not react, but the sixty-year-old Shen Qingyi was startled.
"Ghost, how could there be a ghost? I'm so scared..."
Li Changan couldn't help rolling his eyes. After all, he was a cultivator at the Xinzhu realm, a land immortal who was about to become a Yangshen. How could he be afraid of a mortal ghost?
There are actually many kinds of ghosts. The most common one is the ghost of a mortal who absorbs evil energy and condenses it without dispersing it. This is the most common ghost in the mortal world.
This kind of ghost is not aggressive. It occasionally shows up with the help of negative energy, and can only scare mortals.
As for the other kind of ghost, it involves certain areas of cultivation, or the Yin gods that are cultivated inadvertently with the help of certain evil things, or some great practitioners above the realm of entering the spirit. After their bodies are destroyed, their Yang gods are eroded and transformed into Yin objects, and they become ghosts.
This kind of ghost is not a simple thing. Not to mention Li Changan, even Shen Qingyi, who has the highest cultivation level, may not be able to deal with it.
"Although we are close to the northern border, there is the Canglan Iron Wall guarded by the God Yi to the north, and the Qingyun Mountain, a holy place for cultivation, to the south. We have been relatively stable in recent years. But half a year ago, our town suddenly became haunted." The boss looked horrified.
"Almost every few days, people in the town would die for no apparent reason. At first, it was the elderly and children, but gradually, even adults began to die. Many people had rumors that every midnight, a woman with long flowing hair would walk back and forth along the street, and someone would die the next day."
"Soul-binding, female ghost-binding soul?"
The boss swallowed his saliva and said, "No, it's not a rumor. I... have seen that ghost too!"
"Three months ago, when I woke up at night, I actually saw a red figure floating in the air, about the height of a person. It had long hair, its neck tilted back, and a pale face covered in bugs..."
vomit……
Shen Qingyi vomited.
Li Changan speechlessly took a few steps away.
A useless thing.
Nezha, who was sitting on the side, became interested, as if he had heard something very interesting.
"Don't think too much, you can't eat that thing..."
"oh."
Nezha turned his head and ignored it.
Li Changan waved his hand, and the boss hurried away. Soon, several plates of food were served, and Nezha became excited again.
"Actually, our Huai Town is most famous for its Huaishui snowflake fish, but over the past six months, people have moved away one after another, and there are not many fishermen left. It's a pity..."
Nezha's eyes lit up.
"Don't even think about it. That's all we have. Eat it and run!" Li Changan glared at Nezha as he ate his meal. "You really want to stay and see some ghosts?"
Nezha was a little tempted, but Shen Qingyi quickly shook her head.
"Uh... aren't you here specifically to kill ghosts?" The boss was stunned.
"Nonsense, we're just here to eat."
Li Changan didn't even raise his head. "Oh, by the way, Boss, since most people in this town have already fled, why are you still staying here? Aren't you afraid that the female ghost will catch you in the middle of the night?"
The boss sighed, "Forget it. I'm a lonely man and I can't leave this inheritance left by my ancestors."
Li Changan nodded. People always have special feelings for their hometown. He has traveled here for a hundred years, and he still thinks of the land under the red flag from time to time, let alone ordinary people who have lived here since childhood.
After dinner, it was getting dark. Li Changan picked up Nezha from the table and turned to leave.
"You really don't care?" Shen Qingyi, who had originally appeared very frightened, actually stopped.
"Nonsense! The Taixuan Sect is in such a mess right now. How can I stay here and waste my time?" Li Changan rolled his eyes. "Besides, who knows if that female ghost is the Yang Spirit of some great cultivator? How can you, a rookie in the early stage of Xinzhao, protect me?"
That’s right.
Shen Qingyi thought about it and suddenly took the lead.
"Why should I protect you? You are the eldest senior brother of Taixuan Jiufeng, can you be more promising?"
Li Changan ignored him and walked out with Nezha.
"Brother, we are cultivators. Isn't it our duty to subdue demons and defend the Way?"
Shen Qingyi stood there, looking somewhat disappointed.
"Who told you this brainwashing stuff? Tell me, I'll beat him to death!" Li Changan didn't even turn his head.
“Senior Brother…”
Originally in her mind, Li Changan was the eldest senior brother of Jiufeng, a hero who could teach talented people like Xingtian and Houyi. Although his cultivation was difficult to advance, he was ultimately an admirable tall man.
But only now did she realize that Li Changan was so afraid of death.
Li Changan dragged Nezha straight out of the restaurant and walked for a long way. Finally, he looked up and sighed, then dragged Nezha back.
"I tell you, don't just think about eliminating demons and defending justice, and don't think about becoming a hero praised and admired by the world." Li Changan looked at Shen Qingyi seriously.
"The only meaning of your being a cultivator is to live a good life, live longer, and live better!"
Li Changan was a little discouraged.
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