On the way back to Hongzhai Yizhuang, the group of people asked for dozens of times, "Is the princess really gone?"
Qi Yan replied blankly: "Really."
"Is it really gone?"
Qi Yan stopped talking.
Xiaolong was disappointed, and asked persistently: "Why did the princess leave so soon? Where did she go?"
Liao Chengyin chuckled: "The princess has a body of ten thousand respects, so naturally she has to go back to the imperial city. What are you doing with the princess?"
Xiaolong turned his head. Naturally, he couldn't tell these humans about taking the princess away, so he said, "I'm just curious, and I really want to take a look."
Shen Sansi still didn't know what the kid was up to, so he shook his head and said, "Princess Lin'an is very fragrant and beautiful, and it's only natural that the young master yearns for it."
Jiang Wuyi kept his face cold and kept silent until Xiaolong Zizai subconsciously hid behind him after several people stopped at the gate of Hongzhai Yizhuang, which eased his emotions.
Hongzhai Yizhuang is located in a ghost town. Compared with the other two strange cities, it is really not a good place.
Because the ghost city was originally an ancient battlefield 800 years ago, with corpses everywhere and grievances raging, the place was barren and the people were in dire straits.
But suddenly one day, a Taoist named Hongzhai came to this place. The Taoist was kind, so he stayed in the original Yizhuang in this city to save and clean up the place. Year after year, day after day, The ghosts were not exhausted, but he himself ascended to become a god.
So before leaving, the Taoist gathered the disciples he had taken in over the years and warned them to continue to be transformed. This is how Hongzhai Yizhuang came into existence. But after hundreds of years, the people in Hongzhai Yizhuang have already become accustomed to ghosts and demons. Accompanying him, he actually developed his own trick technique, which complemented this place and gradually became one of the three major forces in southern Chu.
Perhaps Taoist Hongzhai never imagined that he would become the ancestor of the world of deception, and that the incense and offerings he ate from then on would be inseparable from this ghost.
Especially the people in southern Chu, if a child is frightened and has a fever, the adults in the family will go to the Hongzhai Temple to beg and worship, or if the house is haunted by ghosts and evil spirits, they will also hide in the Hongzhai Temple go.
After coming and going, in this southern Chu land, Taoist Hongzhai, a god, is more majestic than Lord Yan.
Charles hid behind Jiang Wuyi and looked at it secretly. The house in front of him was neatly built, not to mention grand, but also dignified and magnificent. It also occupied a large area.
There are spirit banners hanging around here from time to time, which are bloody white cloths, or a pile of paper pierced people, and the coffin boards that can be seen everywhere in the yard, how can it be a place where living people live
In such a place, it is not surprising that anything happens.
Xiaolong was timid again, not daring to go in: "Jiang Yan, do we really want to go in?"
Jiang Wuyi held the child's hand tightly: "I'm here, I'm fine."
Although it was daytime, there was a shady air in the house, Xiaolong took a deep breath, and dared to follow the crowd in.
There were quite a few people coming and going in the village, passing through the corridors and the coffin boards on the ground, a few people came to the main hall, only to see a middle-aged man in the main seat, discussing something with Han Yue at the side, seeing them come, Only then did he stand up to greet him.
"Master Qi, you came just in time."
This person is Huang Mingxiao, the owner of Hongzhai Yizhuang. Han Yue approached with a smile, and greeted Xiaolong and Jiang Wuyi. Charles still remembered that this person plotted against Qi Yan quietly, so he couldn't help but look at it more. glanced at him.
After several people were seated, Huang Mingxiao asked someone to serve tea, and then said: "This matter is related to Yizhuang, I don't deny it, but I really don't know the inside story, please Haihan, Huang Mouding to help you to find out the matter."
Qi Yan's expression changed slightly, this Huang Mingxiao had an arrogant look before that 'I have nothing to do with this matter', he only went out for a while, why did he change his attitude
So he looked sideways at Han Yue: "What's going on?"
Han Yue said with a smile: "It's better to ask the owner Huang to speak for himself."
Huang Mingxiao said rather uncomfortably: "Under the old ghost's yin and yang shop, an underground palace was dug out."
Qi Yan frowned: "The underground palace?"
Huang Mingxiao said: "Exactly, that underground palace is full of blood, it is a sacrificial formation, many people died inside, and this formation... It seems to be the source of power to activate Mingyu Xianzong."
Huang Mingxiao gritted his teeth.
He always thought that he was sitting up straight, even the imperial court would not want to ride on his head, but now this kind of thing happened in his ghost town. It's clean, but once this matter happened, I couldn't help feeling faintly worried.
Qi Yan immediately stood up: "Take me there."
They were about to go to the underground palace, Xiaolong couldn't help but hide back since he entered the Yizhuang, he was walking, but he didn't expect to bump into Shen Sansi, turned his head and saw that this person was also trembling.
Xiaolong was surprised: "So you are also afraid of ghosts?"
Shen Sansi shook his head: "I'm not afraid of ghosts, I'm afraid of people, young master..."
What he said was vague, and Xiaolong was puzzled: "Afraid of people?"
There were people coming and going in Zhuangzi, Shen Sansi didn't dare to speak any more, but he didn't expect that he became more afraid and made more mistakes. Just as he was dodging a beautiful woman, he stepped back and stepped on a man's foot.
When Shen Sansi turned around, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
The man was open-minded and smiled: "It's okay."
Shen Sansi hurriedly rolled away, and moved closer to Xiaolong and Jiang Wuyi.
No matter how Xiaolong looked at it, he found it strange, the man was only wearing ordinary clothes, and his smile was gentle, but how could Shen Sansi be so frightened
However, before he could ask, Shen Sansi tugged at his sleeve: "Go back and talk, go back and talk, don't ask."
Xiaolong stopped talking, and only followed them to the direction of the underground palace.
This place is outside Yizhuang, Qi Yan looked it over and asked, "Who lives here?"
Huang Mingxiao said: "This is the yin and yang shop in the ghost town, the residence of the old ghost. This person is a geek. Although he doesn't like to be with others, he is a powerful character. He often makes some weird formations and objects, so he just messes around with it." There was a huge movement, and no one cared about it, but they didn't expect that in this underground palace..."
He was so bloody.
Qi Yan sneered: "Master Huang, I remember that there are rules in Yizhuang. Anyone who goes into trouble again will be expelled from Yizhuang and let the court deal with it."
Huang Mingxiao said seriously, "Naturally."
Qi Yan nodded, turned around and entered the underground palace.
This yin and yang shop is quite consistent with the reputation of the ghost town. Compared with Xiaolong Zaizai, he would rather go back to the Yizhuang just now, but he just walked in, and when he turned around, he saw a dead man's head, and he yelled, Jump on Jiang Wuyi.
Jiang Wuyi was used to it, he supported his legs firmly, and he didn't show any embarrassment when everyone looked at him, just walking forward like holding a child.
But Xiaolong buried his head in his shoulder and said nothing.
Qi Yan and Han Yue looked at each other, and then looked away one after another. Shen Sansi knew that the child was afraid of ghosts, and he was not surprised by it. Liao Chengyin was not a talkative person, and he probably couldn't see it, so he didn't respond. .
But Huang Mingxiao turned around and asked Jiang Wuyi: "Is this child a relative of Mr. Jiang?"
He didn't have the nerve to ask directly if it was his son, but Jiang Wuyi immediately denied, "No."
Huang Mingxiao didn't know where he was going, and hurriedly turned around and walked forward.
Several people looked around in the underground palace, but the little dragon fell asleep on Jiang Wuyi's body.
Jiang Wuyi slightly adjusted a comfortable posture for him, and patted Xiaolong's back to coax him, thinking that it would be fine if he fell asleep, but he would be afraid again when he saw these things.
Unexpectedly, Xiaolong had a nightmare.
He dreamed that he was standing in a castle. The castle was built on the top of the mountain, and there was lightning and thunder outside, but he was the only one in the castle, and it was so empty that it was scary.
Just when he felt guilty, there was a faint laughter.
The high-pitched voice made Charles' scalp tingle, but what was even more frightening was that even though there was no one around, he felt the chill of being stared at.
After a while, the laughter changed again, it seemed that many people were whispering again, Xiaolong immediately wanted to escape, but the downward spiral staircase turned into a bottomless pit...
When he woke up suddenly after taking a deep breath, he found himself lying on the bed, being held in Jiang Wuyi's arms.
Seeing that he finally woke up, Jiang Wuyi was relieved and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"
"yes… "
As soon as Xiaolong saw him, he felt wronged: "Why didn't you come to my dream, I was scared to death."
Jiang Wuyi was in a dilemma: "I just woke up and brought you back just now, how did I get out of your dream?"
Xiaolong pursed his lips, but didn't say anything, he saw that it was already dark, and this room didn't look like an inn, but was similar to Yizhuang's style, so he immediately grabbed Jiang Wuyi.
"Jiang Yan, are we still in Yizhuang? You don't want to stay here!"
Jiang Wuyi rubbed his head: "Yes."
Xiaolong felt that he withered instantly.
Before he could calm down, he heard a knock on the door, Shen Sansi didn't wait for them to reply, and came in from outside in fear, as if he had been frightened by something.
Xiaolong jumped out of bed strangely, looked around him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Seeing Jiang Wuyi's cold eyes, Shen Sansi immediately begged for mercy: "Don't, don't look at it like that, I'm really scared, this place is too scary, Young Master Jiang, are we really not leaving?"
Xiaolong immediately asked: "Yes, are you really not leaving?"
Two pairs of eyes looked at him eagerly, Jiang Wuyi raised his eyebrows: "I have something important tonight."
Shen Sansi's expression was painful, and the little dragon cub was also in pain, but he still asked Shen Sansi curiously: "By the way, you said before that you are afraid of people? Why, what's so scary about people?"
Shen Sansi sighed and said: "People are much scarier than ghosts, hey... It's not my eyes that caused the trouble."
Xiaolong's eyes brightened slightly: "What did you see?"
Shen Sansi looked in the direction of the door, and said in a low voice: "I didn't know at first that this Hongzhai Yizhuang is not famous, but why it can stand out in Chu Nan and become one of the three sects? Today is the experience, this Hongzhai Yizhuang is clearly a den of thieves hiding all kinds of filth!"
Xiaolong wondered: "Den of thieves?"
Jiang Wuyi also became interested, and sat at the table with him. Seeing him approaching, Shen Sansi felt a little safe, and exhaled.
"It's a den of thieves. If you think about it carefully, the ancestor of Hongzhai's sect was a god and Taoist, so he could fight against this evil spirit. However, his disciples did not practice Taoism, but trickery."
"But how can ordinary people bear this kind of vicious resentment?"
Xiaolong also felt strange: "Yes, then why can they?"
Jiang Wuyi realized it, and looked at Xiaolong: "There is a kind of person who can bear it."
Xiaolong asked, "Who?"
Shen Sansi's expression became serious, and he said: "A person who has committed a heinous crime!"