"Huh?"
The old farmer blinked, as if he had rediscovered a feeling from his youth.
"Hey!" he hissed, and dragged the blue ox away.
The stubborn ox struggled to move, but the old farmer dragged it along and it couldn't resist.
"Thank you, Demon God, thank you, Demon God..." The old farmer, tears streaming down his face, knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly despite the muddy field ridges.
...
Behind Qinghuai Village is a dark, towering mountain.
Mo Xie walked toward the Black Mountain Forest with a sullen face.
He was recalling what the old farmer had just said—when the old farmer said this, he looked around in a panic as if someone who didn't exist was watching him, and he was so frightened that he trembled all over.
“Deep in the mountains behind our village, there is a village that we call the Ghost Village.”
"Ghost Village?"
"That's right, the ghost village is full of devils!"
"hehe……"
"Sir, do not disbelieve. Every year, month, and night, ghosts will come demanding four pairs of boys and girls! If we do not give them, people in the village will die! And the dead will not leave, disturbing the peace of the village!"
"Dead, won't it leave?"
"That's right, someone saw it with their own eyes...it turned into a ghost!"
"hehe……"
"My lord, you must be extremely careful on your journey! Even though you have achieved great success in your cultivation, you are still human... and may not be a match for a demon!"
"You're pretty good, kid!"
...
Mo Xie said quietly, "I want to see which heretical cultivators are putting on this act!"
Even in the brutal and wicked demonic path,
Using living people as a means of cultivation is also an evil practice.
Such people are called demons or heretics.
In Mo Xie's view, the so-called "ghost village" in the deep mountains and forests was a kind of evil cultivation.
His figure was swallowed up by the chilling black mountain...
...
"This ghost village is well hidden."
Mo Xie wandered around in the mountains for a long time, but apart from the omnipresent eerie fog, she didn't see a single ghost.
Just then,
A woodcutter appeared before them.
Mo Xie asked, "Does that woodcutter ahead know where Ghost Village is?"
The woodcutter was taken aback and said, "I've never heard of a ghost village."
"Never heard of it?" Mo Xie asked. "Are you from Qinghuai Village?"
The woodcutter looked increasingly puzzled, shook his head, and said, "Qinghuai Village? It sounds familiar, but I'm not from there."
Mo Xie laughed and said, "Then where are you from, you woodcutter?"
The woodcutter frowned in thought, then nodded and said, "That's right... Where am I from?"
"You don't know what's good for you!"
Mo Xie's face darkened, and he attacked fiercely, "I want to see what's so mysterious about this ghost village of yours!"
The woodcutter did not resist, but simply lowered his head and pondered, "Where am I from? And who am I?"
Mo Xie's expression changed.
Because his hand had passed right through the woodcutter's body!
"Soul astral projection?! A Venerable One?!"
His figure retreated in horror.
The woodcutter ignored him, shaking his head and muttering to himself as he walked deeper into the mountains, wondering, "Who am I? Where did I come from?"
“No, it’s not an astral projection.” Mo Xie’s brows furrowed deeply.
Click!
It seemed as if I had stepped on a broken branch.
"wrong!"
Mo Xie turned around and looked.
A mummified corpse dressed in a straw raincoat and holding an axe lay on the ground in terror, its leg bones broken in two by its own foot.
Looking at him... he looks exactly like that woodcutter from before!
Weird!
This is all too bizarre!
Even Mo Xie felt a chill run down his spine, and couldn't help but think of the old farmer's words—"There is a ghost village in the mountains, and evil spirits live in the village!"
"Is this a remnant soul?"
"But this person was not a powerful expert. Even if he is dead, how could he possibly leave behind a remnant soul?"
"Could it be... that there really are ghosts?"
Just then,
A chilling, ghostly laugh echoed through the air, "Hahaha..."
"Who goes there?!"
The Formless Demon Sword instantly fell into Mo Xie's hands.
A figure in white drifted by, a ghostly laugh seemingly close at hand, "Hahaha..."
Distorted figures appeared all around.
It's getting foggy!
"Do you think I'm some ordinary mortal you can slaughter at will?"
"Even if you really are a so-called ghost..."
Mo Xie narrowed his eyes slightly, showing no fear. "I have a sword that can slay evil... and also kill ghosts!"
...
P.S. Yes, this is a cultivation fantasy novel...
Goodnight everyone~
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