Zhou Chuan turned his head in some confusion, and saw that the other five people appeared at some point and stood silently beside him, all of them solemn and majestic.
All those divine gazes were cast towards him, making him feel a little dazed.
He was vaguely aware of something, but as if he was hit by a "perceptual obstacle", he couldn't figure it out for a long time.
"strangeness."
Zhou Chuan frowned with a headache, and stopped thinking about it. Instead, he began to observe the old man who was suspected to be the "Black Mountain Ghost King". He did not notice the disappointment and regret that flashed in the eyes of the five underworld gods.
"Father-in-law, do you often collect herbs here?" Yan Chixia asked.
"Yes." The old man nodded slightly and lowered his head even deeper.
"Then you should know that there are a lot of ghosts around here, right?"
Having said that, Yan Chixia, who had been a little lazy, suddenly straightened up, and the sword case that he had never put down began to hum.
"Yes, yes."
The old man's voice trembled slightly, and he looked exactly like an honest herbalist facing a fierce-looking man: nervousness, helplessness, panic, and many other negative emotions.
At this moment, Ning Caichen, who had been sitting silently beside him, seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and suddenly spoke up to help him out, "Master Yan, my father-in-law has been collecting herbs here all year round. Since he came here to rest, he must have a way to get here safely."
After that, he turned to look at the old man, smiled kindly and said, "What do you think?"
"The gentleman is right."
The old man's voice was a little hoarse. He raised his head and looked at the two of them, but chose to suppress his anger.
Zhou Chuan guessed correctly, he was the Black Mountain Ghost King, and also the sixth ancestor of Old Monster Wang.
After seeing that all the mourners had failed one after another, he could no longer sit still and finally decided to go there himself!
After all, he is the king of meanness, but not the king of fools.
It is impossible to watch all the means he used being taken advantage of by the other party, and ask Calabash Brothers to save his grandfather and send people and equipment to Zhou Chuan.
He wanted to take advantage of the time when Zhou Chuan had not yet completely established his foothold. Even if he could not kill him immediately due to some conditions, he could turn him into a nail and clamp down on his development momentum!
In his opinion, Zhou Chuan was just a lucky guy with incredible luck.
Coincidentally, he has never lacked luck!
To put it bluntly, the next battle is nothing more than a kid who has been lucky for a month versus an old guy who has been lucky for hundreds of years.
Who is stronger and who is weaker? Who will win and who will lose? It goes without saying.
But at this moment, he really didn't dare to act rashly, because the bearded man in front of him put him under great pressure.
Affected by the environment, he couldn't even tell whether the other party was a real "person" or a "spirit" created by the card effect.
But what is certain is that it must be related to Zhou Chuan!
"The terrain, buildings, people, aura... all have changed... Can a kid with only gold-level mental strength really do all this?" The Black Mountain Ghost King couldn't help but frown, wondering if there was a master using Zhou Chuan to fight him from a distance.
But after thinking about it carefully, I felt it was impossible.
After all, if he could really find a way to get in, wouldn't those old guys come over and grind him to ashes
In terms of strength alone, he has been defending one place for hundreds of years, his mental and physical strength has not improved but deteriorated, and he has suffered backlash from practicing certain life-extending methods. He is not even as good as some of the "young people", let alone being a match for the old guys.
"Old man, you are still out collecting herbs at such an old age. Where are your children?"
At this time, the gentle and sunny voice came again, interrupting the Black Mountain Ghost King's thoughts.
"Dead," he said.
"Your grandson should have grown up by now, right?" "Ning Caichen" said with a smile again.
"They are all dead." The Black Mountain Ghost King tilted his head, revealing one eye, staring at the amiable young man, feeling that there was a strong malice hidden in the other's smile.
"What a pity." Ning Caichen said softly, but his smile did not fade.
The Black Mountain Ghost King stared at him for a while and said nothing.
Yan Chixia also felt that Ning Caichen's reaction was a bit strange, but after all, what supported him at the moment was only the logic set up by Zhou Chuan in advance, so he did not think much about it and quickly turned his attention back to the Black Mountain Ghost King who was full of doubts.
Like Hei Wuchang, he also smelled the deep stench hidden on the other person.
But as a former judge, he believed in "evidence" in everything. He just knew that the other party had practiced some unorthodox techniques, so he could not take direct action.
After all, he couldn't judge whether the other party's evil magic would hurt himself or others, so he had to wait and see.
"Is Master Yan a Qigong practitioner? I have been wandering in the mountains all my life and have seen some strange things. I always feel that the hero's spirit is very similar to the legendary swordsman."
"I am just a reckless man, how can I talk about practicing Qi and becoming a swordsman?"
As Yan Chixia spoke, he put his index finger and middle finger together and waved them lightly. The sword case instantly opened, revealing a sword with a cold and dazzling light.
The magical sword was surrounded by colorless ripples, and shrank in the blink of an eye, circling around his wrist like a flying bird, appearing to be extremely spiritual.
The Black Mountain Ghost King was stunned by this scene.
He had also seen an old monster who came down from Mount Huashan. When he gave an order, thousands of swords followed him. The scene was grand and shocking, but it was much cruder than Yan Chixia's.
"I have met a master." He thought to himself, and invisible roadblocks appeared in his mind, blocking some of his thinking directions from the root.
His momentary loss of concentration caused his thinking pattern to be influenced by the logic of Lanruo Temple for the next period of time.
This is also the horror of the field card.
Beat people without any visible means!
At this moment, he had completely forgotten that he was in the ruins.
Clearly, he was the only living person here for hundreds of years, so how could a sword master come from here
"interesting."
The Black Mountain Ghost King did not notice anything unusual, but instead smiled with interest.
Unfortunately, there is no WiFi in this city of the dead, and he didn't look in the mirror, otherwise he would have discovered that his current posture is exactly the same as that of his two classmates Ma Guancheng and Lan Ying.
And they all have one thing in common: they fell into Zhou Chuan’s trap!
"I think the old man is not an ordinary person. He is so old but still walks very fast. He can avoid so many demons and monsters and come to the temple. It is said that there are hermits and masters among the mountains and rivers. Today I have seen one!"
"Ning Caichen" chuckled at this time.
Seeing that Yan Chixia's gaze, which had originally softened a little, became fierce again, the Black Mountain Ghost King could not help but curse inwardly and turned his head to glare at Ning Caichen, but was met with a pair of bright eyes with a smile.
That look made him very unhappy.
Just like when he was a teenager, the son of a rich family in the village got married before him and married Chun Taomei, who had grown up with him and had made a vow to him, and the look that guy gave him when he went to the banquet.
It looks like everyone is friendly, but actually there is a knife hidden!