"Hahaha……"
In the eerie fog, a white-clad figure, as ghostly as ever, moved about.
"Laugh at your mother... Hehehe!"
Mo Xie raised her sword and slashed.
"Ah!" A terrified scream rang out.
The man in white splattered blood twice, his body severed in two, and fell to the ground with a thud.
"So ghosts can die too..." Mo Xie sneered.
What's on the ground isn't a 'ghost' at all; it's clearly a person pretending to be a ghost.
"And what about these..."
Mo Xie looked at the shadowy 'person' in the thick fog, then leaped up with her sword raised.
He raised his sword and slashed through the thick fog, but the blade passed right through the man's body.
He looks exactly like that woodcutter from before!
Mo Xie frowned and moved nimbly to shift her position.
The same applies to killing another person.
"Why is this?!"
Mo Xie frowned deeply as he watched the 'people' surrounding him.
These people look no different from ordinary people, but their bodies are 'empty'.
It is also clearly different from a translucent soul, truly resembling a ghost from legend.
"But this is a fantasy world, where would ghosts come from?!"
Mo Xie felt that the worldview was somewhat confused.
"squeak!"
A shrill scream, like that of a baby, rang out, and the 'ghosts' lunged at Mo Xie with their hands clenched into claws.
Amidst the piercing screams, Mo Xie felt dizzy, her mind reeling, and her soul aching.
He didn't know what would happen if he were attacked by these ghostly things, but he was afraid the outcome wouldn't be good, so he kept backing away.
"Old devil!" he roared in his mind.
"What's the matter, my lord? Why are you in such a hurry?" Mo Jiu quickly appeared beside Mo Xie.
"Look what these things are!" Mo Xie asked while dodging.
"This is the Ghost Clan..." Mo Jiu's expression changed, and with a whoosh, he vanished back into Mo Xie's body.
Moye: ? ? ?
Mo Jiu coughed and said, "I'm sorry, young master, the ghost race loves to devour souls... I got a little excited just now."
"I'm alright... Demon Clan?"
Mo Xie thought for a moment and said, "The Ghost Clan, which was wiped out before the Demon Clan?"
Before the demon race ruled the world, the Tianxuan Great World was the domain of the ghost race.
“My lord is very knowledgeable! But these things don’t seem to be pure ghosts…” Mo Jiu’s tone was somewhat puzzled.
What does that mean?
"These appear to be human souls, which were then forcibly transformed into ghosts by a secret technique, and therefore have no intelligence."
"My attacks can't harm them. Is there a way to deal with this?"
"Simple! The ghost race fears yang blood. Let alone these inhuman and ghostly creatures, even the true ghost race would not be able to withstand the noble and supreme blood of our young master!"
"Understood!"
Mo Xie drew a line across her palm with her fingertip, drawing out a few strands of blood, which she then incorporated into her profound energy.
With a sweep of his hand, the profound energy carrying the scent of blood rippled out.
"squeak!"
A piercing scream rang out, and the surrounding ghosts turned to ashes and vanished.
The area has returned to calm.
"Ghost Village...refining souls to become ghosts?"
Mo Xie frowned deeply. In this remote corner of the Demon Realm, there was such a ghost village where ghosts were being refined.
Moreover, there is a large fog formation outside.
He had a feeling that something was wrong!
Mo Xie asked, "Old Demon, why do you think they want to refine ghosts?"
Mo Jiu said, "Perhaps it's about creating ghost servants, or perhaps it's about cultivating ghost arts... who knows!"
"That makes sense!"
Moye had also heard of ghost arts and ghost servants.
That's a very rare trick only a ghost master could pull off, because killing someone to refine their soul is too evil and is also classified as an evil cultivation practice.
"Then let's go check out this ghost village..."
"Those ghostly things were disgusting to look at, but the thing behind them is quite strange. Please be careful, my lord."
"I see!"
"However, my lady, there is no need to be afraid. With me and Yongye here, even if the true Ghost King appears, he will be powerless to do anything to you!"
"First, I'm not afraid. Second, with Master Yongye here, I'm naturally at ease."
"..."
...
Mo Xie searched the white-robed man several times and found only a copper bell and a waist token.
"Wei Shijiu?"
He shook his head and casually tossed it into his Qiankun bag.
Then I picked up the bell and looked at it. There were three simple, tadpole-like characters on it.
"A summoning bell?"
Mo Xie shook his head and chuckled, "This thing has already come out... Let's hurry up and get into the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner!"
"If you want to explore the ghost village, you first need to know where it is!"
He thought for a moment, then picked up the copper bell and tried shaking it.
Ring ring!
Being hoarse and unpleasant to hear is of no use whatsoever.
"This is a soul artifact; you need to use your soul power to control it," Mo Jiu reminded him.
Moye frowned and attached her soul power to the copper bell.
Sure enough, a phantom image of a copper bell appeared in his mind.
Ring ring!
Driven by the power of the soul, a clear and melodious soul sound, radiating a pure soul light, resonated out.
Not long after,
A person then slowly walked over.
"Ah, an old acquaintance!"
Mo Xie was delighted; wasn't that the woodcutter from earlier?
"I'll ask, you answer!"
He rang the bell.
“Okay…” The woodcutter nodded slowly, his face blank.
Where is the ghost village?
“There are no ghost villages, only holy villages,” the woodcutter replied, enunciating each word clearly.
"Alright, where is the Holy Village?"
“Follow me…” The woodcutter turned around and walked slowly.
"It's done!"
Moye quickly followed.
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