Chapter 279 Jinjiang (1)
No one spoke in the entire deserted village.
In the silence, the only sound that was particularly creepy was the continuous banging sounds coming from the darkness deep in the village.
The ferocious beast was released from long-term restraint, so all its accumulated resentment and despair were vented in the darkness.
As a result, the evil ghosts and spirits that were originally hunting living people ran into the mouth of the ferocious beast and became the first unlucky cannon fodder.
Yan Shixun listened to the chaotic sounds carried back by the wind, and also felt the gazes of the guests behind him who they thought were carefully hidden. His face became more and more numb, and he looked like he didn't want to explain.
The guests who had witnessed Zhang Wubing's initial transformation were better off.
After all, Zhang Wubing appeared just when Lu Xingxing collapsed from exhaustion, and protected everyone in the surging lake. So even if they had doubts, they still believed that Zhang Wubing would not hurt them at will.
What's more, Yan Shixun is here.
Even though Zhang Wubing is completely different now than before, his daily appearance of crying and hugging thighs is still deeply imprinted in the hearts of the guests, making them always habitually attribute Zhang Wubing to Yan Shixun's side, and feel that even if Zhang Wubing really wants to do something that endangers everyone, Yan Shixun can suppress him.
It's not a big problem.
There is always something that can defeat something else.
But the rescue team members did not go through this cognitive transformation process at all.
In their eyes, the little director who was smiling foolishly when they met last time, is now suddenly swift and decisive and invincible.
Rescue team members: ...?
You...if you don't tell us that you are possessed by a ghost, it's really hard for us to understand.
The official person in charge also hesitated and approached Yan Shixun, lowered his voice and asked him: "Director Zhang, is it really okay?"
Could it be that there is some evil god here who has possessed Zhang Wubing?
Yan Shixun: I knew it!
Yan Shixun, who didn't like explaining to others, still frowned and briefly explained the whole story to the official person in charge.
The official in charge was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time.
Even the rescue team members who heard it nearby were terrified.
Mom, I saw the King of Hell!
"here……"
Someone asked hesitantly, "Is this still the world of the living? Are we already dead without realizing it? Is this actually the underworld?"
"It seems possible. Didn't we often see ghosts who didn't know they were dead? I never thought that one day we would be like that."
"But I really don't know when I died..."
"Was it when we entered the deserted village? Or when we saw those wood carvings?"
"However, the King of Hell actually looks so much like Director Zhang. Is that why Director Zhang keeps encountering ghosts? Is it like not avoiding taboo names?"
"hiss……"
Listening to the mutterings coming from the rescue team members, Yan Shixun felt a throbbing pain in his temples.
But he could understand everyone's mentality.
After all, if you suddenly tell someone that the person in front of them is the King of Hell, the other person will not believe it immediately.
——When it comes to things beyond cognition, people are simply not prepared to accept information that is too radical.
"I see you ran away from the village."
Yan Shixun frowned and asked the official person in charge: "Did you go to the Bai family village to find us first, and then encountered those wood carvings? Then have you seen where Master Bai is now?"
The official in charge quickly pointed to the back and said: "More than just seeing it, if it weren't for Master Bai, we wouldn't even know what happened. We really have to thank him."
"But what's strange is that Master Bai was suddenly seriously injured. Although he had no external injuries, he was bleeding profusely and is now in a coma."
The official in charge looked back worriedly: "We took Master Bai with us when we transferred him. He is still with the medical staff. Although his condition has finally stabilized, there is no sign of waking up."
Yan Shixun glanced at the deserted village. Although it was too dark and filled with ghosts, he could not see the current situation in the deserted village through the darkness. However, he believed Zhang Wubing.
Although the dark side of Zhang Wubing's character emerged, which was completely opposite to the Zhang Wubing that Yan Shixun was familiar with, the feeling that Yan Shixun gave him did not change.
What's more, Ye Li didn't say anything.
——Apart from the old grudges between Fengdu and the underworld, which made Ye Li dislike the King of Hell, Ye Li did not have the disgust he had for the guilty souls in the past.
Yan Shixun believed in his own judgment and also trusted Ye Li and Zhang Wubing.
With Zhang Wubing in the deserted village, he doesn't have to worry about anything anymore.
Thinking of this, Yan Shixun held Lu Xingxing horizontally in his arms and walked quickly towards the medical staff who were protected by the rescue team members.
Although Master Bai's face was pale and there were traces of blood on his head and clothes, making him look a little disheveled, his breathing and pulse were steady.
Medical staff performed emergency treatment on him and as soon as his condition stabilized, they immediately sent him out of Baizhi Lake to a local hospital for more detailed examinations.
Seeing Yan Shixun striding towards them, the medical staff, who were familiar with him after several operations, did not have time to be surprised. Instead, for the sake of their profession, they took a glance at the unconscious Lu Xingxing.
"What's wrong with him?"
The medical staff rushed over and were a little stunned after seeing Lu Xingxing's face.
Lu Xingxing was now in a dying state, with a dark and cold face. Even if they said it was a corpse, the medical staff would have no problem with it.
Yan Shixun told the medical staff about Lu Xingxing's condition at a very fast speed, and the more the medical staff listened, the more they frowned.
“This, this…”
The medical staff subconsciously turned around to look at Master Bai on the stretcher: "Why does he look a bit like Master Bai?"
As a medical staff who has been following the rescue team for many years, she knows a little about ghosts and is not an atheist.
But even so, the situation tonight was beyond her understanding.
"It's a replacement soul."
Yan Shixun warned her calmly: "Be careful when you see any human-shaped statue, especially one that you think looks like you."
"Don't worry, Mr. Yan, I will try to help Lu Xingxing stabilize his vital signs first. Since you said that you have already expelled the evil spirit from his body, the rest is my job."
The medical staff nodded solemnly to Yan Shixun and said, "I will do my best to ensure that Lu Xingxing is safe and sound."
"Thank you very much."
Yan Shixun thanked the medical staff, then turned to the official person in charge who was looking at him worriedly and suggested that the wounded be escorted out first.
"You, the person in charge, have probably noticed that the aura here has changed. The yin and yang are reversed. In this environment, it is difficult for living people to recover from injuries."
"White Paper Lake is starting to become dangerous. I'm afraid all the ghosts in the southwest are moving towards it. If they stay here, it will distract us."
Yan Shixun thought for a moment and said, "Let some of the rescue team members take the two injured people back first, and only leave a few people behind. This is no longer a place where ordinary people can intervene."
A war is about to break out between the living and the evil spirits.
Yan Shixun couldn't guarantee that he could protect Lu Xingxing and the other man who had lost consciousness during the battle.
When hearing the word "wounded", the person in charge was silent for a moment, and then with his last hope, he carefully told Yan Shixun about the situation of the Taoist priest who had previously protected everyone from leaving the deserted village.
"I know going back now could lead to danger, but."
The person in charge looked at Yan Shixun with concern: "When we left, the Taoist priest was already injured. If no one takes him away, I'm worried that he will..."
The person in charge paused and was unable to continue.
He turned to look in the direction of the screams coming from the deserted village: "Perhaps, Director Zhang... No, the King of Hell, can help us find the Taoist priest?"
After hearing about the Taoist priest's situation, Yan Shixun frowned slightly, then immediately turned around to look at the guests and arranged for them to evacuate with the wounded.
Now that we have returned to reality, we should evacuate as many people as possible before the situation deteriorates into real danger.
According to what the King of Hell said, the members of the program crew were originally there to face danger on behalf of all living beings. Eight guests plus a tour guide is exactly nine, which can match all living beings.
But now that the ghost path is spreading, I am afraid that the entire southwest region outside Baizhi Lake has already encountered the danger caused by the ghost path. There is no need for the guests to continue staying here. It is better to stay away from the danger as soon as possible.
Nan Tian was the only one in the group who knew some magic, so Yan Shixun gave him important instructions, telling him to call his name for help if he was in danger.
Nanming Mountain holds death sacrifices all year round, so Nantian is also related to death.
If Nantian asked for divine power from ghosts and gods, he would be able to handle it for a while.
Although Yan Shixun did not want to involve ordinary people like Nantian, even though Nantian was groping for the inheritance of Nanming Mountain's heritage, in his eyes he was still a half-baked person who should be protected rather than facing danger.
But now he had no choice but to give Nantian a few more worried words.
Nantian had no objection to this. He nodded and smiled at Yan Shixun, "Brother Yan, don't worry. When we were in Nanming Mountain, I was obviously grandma's child but I failed to protect everyone. Now I don't want to be like that again."
"I'm the tallest among the short guys. This time it's my turn to protect everyone."
Nantian agreed with a smile, then prepared to leave with everyone.
However, Song Ci stood there stubbornly and refused to leave. Even though Zhao Zhen pulled his sleeve to signal him, he still looked straight at Yan Shixun.
His lips were pursed tightly, and there was a final hope in his beautiful eyes.
Everyone knew what he wanted to ask.
Yan Shixun was silent for a moment before he said to Song Ci: "Song Ci, people have the right to choose."
"Whether the final result is good or bad... it will be borne by the people who chose it."
Yan Shixun's voice was very soft, with a tone that he deliberately lowered to comfort Song Ci, and it had a reassuring power.
But Song Ci's tears still burst out.
The young master is a smart man. He was born in that circle and has long been accustomed to listening to the implied meaning behind other people's words. He can distinguish what others really want to say.
And now, he knew very well that Yan Shixun was saying to him——
Xie Lin is dead.
Even though Song Ci had already guessed it when he saw that Xie Lin did not come back with Yan Shixun, when Yan Shixun did not tell him in person, he always had a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking, what if?
Is there a one in ten thousand chance that Xie Lin is still alive?
But now, Yan Shixun's affirmative answer shattered all of Song Ci's hopes.
The young master's eyes were red, and he let the tears slide down his cheeks. His delicate skin was stung by the cold mountain wind, but he pursed his lips, said nothing, and refused to leave.
Zhao Zhen stood beside the young master worriedly, with his hands on his sides to support him, fearing that the young master would not be able to accept this fact for a while and something might happen to him.
Yan Shixun was not in the habit of comforting others with too many kind words, and he was also very clear that Song Ci was much stronger than what others saw.
Otherwise, this spoiled young master wouldn't have gritted his teeth and followed the show for so many episodes without being scared away by danger and ghosts.
Yan Shixun sighed, walked over and patted Song Ci on the shoulder: "You tried your best, Song Ci. But the final decision was made by Xie Lin."
"Everyone except yourself is someone else. And the only one who can choose his or her own future and ending is yourself."
Yan Shixun said calmly: "Xie Lin chose his sister Xie Jiaojiao."
And willingly go to death.
Just to never break the oath I made to Xie Jiaojiao and never be separated from her again.
The light in Song Ci's beautiful peach blossom eyes shook violently and shattered.
He choked up, but still said nothing. He just looked at Yan Shixun deeply, then finally turned around and followed everyone else, leaving in the opposite direction of the deserted village.
Yan Shixun stood there, quietly watching the backs of everyone leaving.
Only when he could no longer see him did he turn around and signal the official in charge to follow him.
Except for a few older and experienced rescue team members, Yan Shixun did not let any extra people stay.
Since he already knew how difficult the situation he would face was, he would not let those who were not strong enough die in vain.
Whether it is the official person in charge or Yeli, those who stay are the ones who have the responsibility to quell this chaos.
Asking the official head to leave would be a disrespect for his duties.
"Zhang Wubing."
Yan Shixun took a long step and walked towards the deserted village first. He called Zhang Wubing's name calmly, and his attitude was no different from the way he used to call the little fool who always rushed over to hug his thighs.
The fact that Zhang Wubing was the King of Hell who died a hundred years ago did not affect Yan Shixun's attitude towards him.
The rescue team members couldn't help but look at Yan Shixun in horror, wondering in their hearts, was he joking with them when he just said that Director Zhang was the King of Hell?
How come Mr. Yan's attitude doesn't show any of the dignity that the King of Hell should have?
Yan Shixun did not raise the pitch intentionally, but it worked.
The scattered and chaotic sounds that were originally heard in the deserted village suddenly quieted down.
Soon, a tall and noble figure slowly walked out of the darkness.
Zhang Wubing gathered his sleeves and looked smiling.
"You are looking for a Taoist priest?"
Without Yan Shixun saying anything more, Zhang Wubing turned his head and looked at the official person in charge: "Coincidentally, I did see a living person in the village."
Upon hearing this, Yan Shixun looked at Zhang Wubing.
Zhang Wubing noticed the question in Yan Shixun's eyes, smiled and raised his chin behind him.
Sure enough, a figure in Taoist robes staggered a distance behind Zhang Wubing and walked out of the dark village.
The Taoist priest's face did not look good. He tried his best to press the wound with his palm, but his Taoist robe was still soaked with blood, and the blood also dripped along the peach wood sword in his hand.
He was obviously a little confused about Zhang Wubing's transformation from before, but he still chose to trust him temporarily because Zhang Wubing saved him.
It was not until the Taoist priest really followed Zhang Wubing over and saw Yan Shixun and the official person in charge who were not injured that he breathed a sigh of relief and felt at ease.
"Fellow Daoist Yan."
The Taoist priest bowed to Yan Shixun and said with a wry smile: "Forgive me, I really can't show courtesy in this state."
The person in charge hurried over to support the Taoist priest, looking at him worriedly and asking about his injuries.
The Taoist priest waved his hand and said that his condition was much better than he had expected.
Seeing the incredulous condemning look of the person in charge, the Taoist priest knew what he was thinking, so he smiled and explained: "Really, I'm not forcing myself to comfort you."
"After you left, I was ready to die here, but I saw objects that shouldn't be there."
The Taoist priest's face turned serious, and he solemnly uttered a few syllables: "Ebony idol."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes fell on the Taoist priest.
Even Ye Li, who had been on high alert against Zhang Wubing, turned to look at the Taoist priest.
The official in charge was even more stunned: "The ebony statue? The one that was lost in Haiyun Temple? How did it get here? The two places are hundreds of miles apart!"
Zhang Wubing tapped his arm with his folding fan thoughtfully, then looked up at Ye Li.
Ye Li blinked slowly as a reply.
Zhang Wubing understood immediately and murmured in a low voice: "No wonder, I was wondering why the power here is so familiar..."
The rest of the people did not know the true situation of the ebony statue, but the two ghosts knew it very well.
Especially Zhang Wubing, the only person who had seen Yeli a thousand years ago.
The only general left on the battlefield at that time impressed the King of Hell.
The massacre a thousand years ago resulted in hundreds of thousands of deaths and injuries.
Such a huge number of deaths has mobilized almost the entire underworld, and the ghosts have gone to the battlefield, wanting to bring the dead souls back to the underworld.
But on the entire battlefield, not a single soul was willing to leave with the underworld.
Even if the soldiers died in battle, their heroic spirits remained alive, their eyes were cold and their iron armor was shining, and they stood guard on the battlefield resolutely and silently.
It seemed that in this land of death, there were still beings worth following and protecting.
This matter alarmed the King of Hell.
When he walked onto the battlefield, he saw the general covered in blood, but he was trying hard to hold on to his last breath, to stand up and face death.
The general's eyes were firm and sharp. He had no fear of death at all, but was angry instead.
That scene was engraved in the King of Hell's mind for a long time.
When the news of the changes in Fengdu came later, the ghosts and gods were in an uproar, but the King of Hell only had a feeling of "as expected".
Instead, there was a sense of relief, as if a knife hanging in the air had finally fallen.
Just now, when Zhang Wubing was in the deserted village, the closer he got to the place where he picked up the Taoist priest, the more he felt a familiar aura.
Powerful, sharp, glaring and questioning the heaven and earth.
Just like the impression left on him by the warrior a thousand years ago.
Yan Shixun and Ye Li looked at each other, and they immediately understood why Ye Li's power had not been effective here before.
Just as Ye Li said, what he was facing was himself a thousand years ago.
Although it is still unclear how the image of Yeli was passed down thousands of years ago, it is clear from the very beginning that the ebony statue was intended to be a talisman.
Both the selected wood and the carving method are designed to deal with evil spirits.
Sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures to the evil spirits to influence them may be a civilized and compassionate way.
But evil ghosts have always been unreasonable guys, and Ye Li did not show them any kindness. The usual way of solving problems was to judge good and evil, and those who disobeyed would be beheaded on the spot.
Why keep this evil ghost that hurts people around?
Ye Li has been the lord of Fengdu for a thousand years. His former anger and sharpness have settled down and become a heavy force that is unfathomable.
But the general from thousands of years ago obviously didn't even have the patience to judge.
——All evil spirits must be killed without hesitation!
To a certain extent, the generals from thousands of years ago also had subtle overlaps with Yan Shixun in their way of doing things.
Yan Shixun understood the ebony statue's actions very well.
Evil spirits are naturally suppressed by their fierce appearance.
Otherwise, should we first invite the evil ghosts to sit down and listen to the Three Pure Ones' talk?
But precisely because of this, the ebony statue now poses a bit of an obstacle to Yan Shixun and the others.
Ghosts are already rampant around Baizhi Lake.
Although the ebony statue cannot completely suppress the ghosts that are powerful enough to compete with the Great Dao, it will not give up just because it cannot win. Instead, it will try its best to suppress the evil spirits.
The entire world occupied by the ghost path will be suppressed by the ebony statue, and all ghosts under the ghost path will not be allowed to leave at will.
——Including Yan Shixun and others whose identities had been swapped and who still had ghostly auras remaining on them.
After listening to the Taoist priest's detailed description of the ebony statue, Yan Shixun rubbed his temples with a headache.
He turned to Ye Li and asked, "Can't you think of a way to communicate with your former self?"
This time, they were also regarded as evil spirits and suppressed together... Although the ebony statue was very dedicated, Yan Shixun was left with no choice but to feel helpless.
He couldn't help but worry about Lu Xingxing and the others who had just been sent away, wondering if they could leave Baizhi Lake safely.
Yan Shixun guessed that now the area near Baizhi Lake was in a state where people were allowed to enter but not leave.
Since the ghost energy is rushing towards Baizhi Lake frantically, the most likely thing the ebony statue can do as a talisman is to allow the ghost energy from the outside to enter, but not allow even a wisp of wind to leave.
Ye Li pondered for a moment and was about to answer Yan Shixun when he heard Zhang Wubing sneer not far away.
"This Yeli is not the same general as that one."
Zhang Wubing glanced at Ye Li with a half-smile and said, "Have you heard of the story of the carp leaping over the dragon gate? That savage fellow, although he was not a koi but a fierce beast before, the principle is roughly the same. After he became a ghost, everything in the past has gradually drifted away from him."
"He is now only the Lord of Fengdu."
Zhang Wubing spoke in a flat tone.
But the Taoist priests on the other side clearly heard what Zhang Wubing said.
"Varied!"
The Taoist priest almost jumped up, and the rescue team members next to him looked at Ye Li in horror.
Everyone's eyes looked back and forth between Zhang Wubing and Ye Li in doubt, and finally fell on Yan Shixun, with earnest eyes wanting to confirm with him.
Ye Li is Yan Shixun's lover, and Zhang Wubing is Yan Shixun's best friend, so Yan Shixun must know the identities of these two people, right?
Yan Shixun: “…………”
He turned his head slowly with a forced smile and looked at Zhang Wubing, his finger bones cracking as he pinched them.
Don't think that I won't beat you just because you are the King of Hell now. Not to mention you, the former King of Hell, I have beaten the current King of Hell many times!
Zhang Wubing coughed and turned his head away silently.
But no matter how much Yan Shixun disliked explaining things to others, he could only sigh and briefly explain the identities of the two men to everyone.
After receiving the affirmative answer, everyone fell silent.
Especially the Taoist priest, his eyes were complicated, he looked at Yan Shixun and didn't know what to say for a while.
He had only heard that the evil ghost entering the bones was very powerful, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful!
In this era when few people can borrow divine power, he actually saw ghosts and gods with his own eyes, and at the first sight he saw two ghost and god emperors who each ruled a different region...
Three Pure Ones are above! Master, I have made great progress!
After the initial shock, everyone looked at Zhang Wubing and Ye Li with a lot more caution.
But at the same time, I felt a little relieved.
Everyone thought that since there were ghosts and gods here - two of them at that - it shouldn't be difficult to resolve the Baizhi Lake disaster.
If they met ghosts and gods alone, everyone would still be wary and fearful, but now these two ghosts and gods are related to Yan Shixun, and it is obvious that Yan Shixun can suppress these two, and they trust Yan Shixun's character 100%.
Then there is no problem!
"Master, if you go over there now, you will soon catch up with the others who just evacuated."
Yan Shixun raised his finger and pointed in the direction where Lu Xingxing and the others left, and said, "Leader, let's go and see the place where the ebony statue appeared."
Just as the official person in charge was about to nod, the Taoist priest spoke out in dissatisfaction, saying, "Daoyou Yan, why should I chase after the evacuees?"
"If you are concerned about my physical condition, then don't worry. The director... uh, Hades, has already helped me with it. I have also used the bleeding spell, so it won't be a problem."
The Taoist priest said seriously: "I am the only one who has seen the ebony statue since it was lost. How can I leave like this? You may need me when you are looking for the statue."
Ye Li glanced at the Taoist priest and said calmly, "The statue appeared because it was seriously injured, which weakened the ghost energy. The statue discovered the Taoist priest's identity as a living person, so it appeared and protected the Taoist priest from the evil spirit."
"It has the same use as bait."
Ye Li lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Shixun, saying: "No one forced him to make such a choice. He has the freedom to choose his own life or death. For a cultivator, dying for the cause is also a blessing."
Seeing that Ye Li was speaking for him, the Taoist priest didn't care that he had become a heartless bait in Ye Li's mouth, and nodded quickly, hoping that Yan Shixun would see his usefulness and keep him.
After learning about the Baizhi Lake disaster from Yan Shixun, the Taoist priest also wanted to contribute his part to resolve the Baizhi Lake incident.
Yan Shixun hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
The Taoist priest immediately became happy and bowed to Ye Li repeatedly to express his gratitude. His impression of ghosts and gods changed drastically.
He had previously thought that the legendary Lord of Fengdu was as mysterious and dangerous as the legend said. But he did not expect that under the calmness of the ghost, there was clearly a hint of gentleness.
Although it's not easy to notice.
As the Taoist priest thought so, his eyes when he looked at Ye Li were no longer as vigilant as before, but were filled with guilt and gratitude. He even blamed himself for having formed a stereotype about ghosts and gods, which was preconceived because of rumors.
Sure enough, rumors cannot be fully trusted.
The Taoist priest sighed in his heart, and seriously explained to Yan Shixun what he had just seen.
At that time, he thought he was doomed, but he didn't expect that the wooden puppets that had attacked him suddenly stopped moving and were torn to pieces by invisible hands.
Wood chips flew everywhere, and the rotten corpses of the villagers that were stuffed into the dolls were shattered into pieces of flesh and pus all over the ground, with an unbearable stench.
When he turned around in surprise, he saw the ebony statue vaguely appearing in the darkness.
The statue has frowning brows and angry eyes, and its entire black body almost blends into the darkness. Only when a faint light shines from afar can one see the statue's sparkling pupils, as bright as a sword out of its sheath in the darkness.
But before the Taoist priest could take a few quick steps over to take a closer look, in the blink of an eye, the statue suddenly went away and disappeared into the darkness.
Not long after, Zhang Wubing appeared nearby and picked up the Taoist priest.
"Before I came here, I saw a photo of the ebony statue, so I am sure that the statue is the one that was lost in Haiyun Temple."
The Taoist priest seriously put forward his own guess: "Daoyou Yan, the ebony statue was originally lost near Baizhi Lake. Could it be that it has its own thoughts, so it disappeared from Haiyun Temple and then returned here?"
Yan Shixun did not answer, but looked at Ye Li.
Ye Li knew more about the general from a thousand years ago than he did.
Ye Li slightly lowered his crow-feather-like eyelashes, and his originally sharp eyebrows were tinged with a hint of silence.
The events of a thousand years ago were brought up again, and the anger and sadness of the past came back with a vengeance, making Yeli seem as if it were back on the battlefield for a moment.
He is not the Lord of Fengdu who sits high on the altar and is feared by all ghosts. He is a general who leads soldiers to charge on the battlefield and guards the city and the people.
"It may not have thoughts, but if it really has the same temperament and character as it did a thousand years ago, then it will definitely return to the place it originally guarded."
Ye Li's deep voice was hoarse: "No matter how far, even across rivers, it will guard the world."
“This is the belief it once held.”
Yan Shixun looked at Ye Li in surprise.
He noticed that when Ye Li mentioned the events of a thousand years ago, he did not include the former general in his words. Instead, it seemed as if they were two completely different existences separated.
Moreover, when the King of Hell was talking about what happened back then, he also said that this Ye Li is not that Ye Li.
Yan Shixun had a vague idea of something, but the thought only flashed through his mind for a moment and then disappeared without a trace. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find it back.
strangeness……
Yan Shixun's eyes darkened.
"Master, did you see the direction where the statue disappeared?"
Yan Shixun asked: "If we want to retrieve the statue, which direction should we go?"
The Taoist priest tried hard to recall, but still shook his head apologetically: "It was too dark, I only vaguely saw the ebony statue, and it seemed to disappear in the direction outside the village, but the specific direction..."
The Taoist priest saw the disappointment on the faces of the rescue team members around him. He smiled embarrassedly, then stretched out his hand and calculated, trying to calculate the direction in which the statue had left.
However, how can mortals know the whereabouts of ghosts and gods?
Yan Shixun no longer paid attention to the Taoist priest, but was attracted by Zhang Wubing beside him.
Zhang Wubing was originally walking leisurely not far from him. Walking in this ghostly place, he felt as comfortable as if he had returned home, strolling leisurely, elegant and leisurely.
But while the others were talking, Zhang Wubing deviated from his original straight line and moved closer to Yan Shixun, from the original two meters away to now more than ten centimeters.
Even Ye Li looked unhappy and stared at Zhang Wubing.
It's like a ferocious beast guarding a treasure and afraid that others will snatch it away.
The reason Yan Shixun was able to notice that something was wrong with Zhang Wubing was because Ye Li suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist, so powerful and strong that there was no gap between the two of them.
Yan Shixun originally thought that Ye Li had a sudden outburst of possessiveness, so he lowered his head in a helpless smile and tried to slap Ye Li's arm away from his waist.
But he unexpectedly discovered the corner of Zhang Wubing's clothes right in front of him.
Yan Shixun asked Zhang Wubing speechlessly, "Is there no way on your other side? Why do you have to squeeze to my side?"
"Zhang Wubing, you are back, right?"
The King of Hell gathered his sleeves and shrugged helplessly: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that little fool can only come back after the ghost path disappears. Before that, it's all my turn."
"It's not because I like you that I'm walking towards you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he received a look from Ye Li that was as sharp as a knife.
Ye Li: If you don't like me, then why are you approaching Shi Xun? Get out of here!
The King of Hell was so angry that he laughed. He pulled his hand out of his sleeve, pointed at the other side with the folding fan in his hand, and said, "I moved closer to this side because I hate that side."
Yan Shixun: “?”
He looked Zhang Wubing up and down in confusion, and said speechlessly: "Are you ghosts and gods so hypocritical? Did Lu offend you or what?"
Ye Li immediately said, "He is the only ghost like this, the others are all normal."
Zhang Wubing: “…”
What's wrong with you two? Are you teaming up to attack me?
Yan Shixun looked at Zhang Wubing strangely. He felt that based on his impression of the King of Hell, the King of Hell should not be the kind of person who would do something inexplicably.
If it was the stranger Zhang Wubing whom he was familiar with, Yan Shixun would definitely think that there must be a ghost in the direction that Zhang Wubing was approaching. After all, the difference between this little idiot Zhang Wubing and others is that he is particularly talented in bad luck.
Places that others think are eerie and ominous are particularly attractive to Zhang Wubing. This is something that Yan Shixun has verified many times. He even thinks that Zhang Wubing is simply a ghostly navigation, and his navigation is much more "conscientious" than that used by ordinary people.
The navigation apps in the human world may even unethically lead people into a ditch and even do things like setting the location in the sea.
But Zhang Wubing is absolutely honest and trustworthy. If he says he will take you to see ghosts, he will definitely let you see ghosts of the greatest quantity and quality in your lifetime.
But the one here now is not that little idiot, and there is no such thing as ghost navigation...
Yan Shixun was thinking casually, when he was suddenly stunned and stopped in his tracks.
Ye Li asked with concern: "Shi Xun, do you feel that the King of Hell doesn't like you? I can make him disappear right now."
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The King of Hell just said that when he picked up the Taoist priest, he felt the aura there was very familiar to him, and he also said that he hated the warrior from a thousand years ago.
The underworld and Fengdu have been at odds for thousands of years.
That would disgust the King of Hell...
Yan Shixun was slightly stunned. He turned his head quietly and looked in the direction that the King of Hell subconsciously avoided.
Not far away, the lake shimmered in the light of the flashlight, and the water surface was quiet, just like it had been guarding the deserted village full of corpses for decades, speechless and silent.
Yan Shixun recalled that when Zheng Shumu and Master Bai mentioned Li Chengyun before, they were vague about Li Chengyun's whereabouts. It was not that they did not want to say, but they really did not know where Li Chengyun had gone.
The reason why Li Chengyun found Baizhi Lake was not for the shadow play or the massacre of the village, but because Li Chengyun believed that Fengdu was here.
He came here to seek vitality of heaven and earth.
A thousand years ago, it was the time when the ancestor of the Bai family rescued the old Fengdu ghost catcher and learned ghost tricks from him.
The ancestors of the Bai family guarded the old site of Fengdu and built a village.
However, over thousands of years, the world has changed and all the mountains, rivers and streams that the Bai ancestors secretly left behind in the opera, which could point to the old Fengdu, have changed.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the location of the Bai clan village.
And the conflict between the underworld and Fengdu.
In other words, the place that the King of Hell doesn't like is where Fengdu is, or where the ebony statue is now.
White Paper Lake!
Yan Shixun only felt
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