"Woo..."
After leaving the village, the night wind became increasingly cold.
The ghost with a pair of red eyes seemed to notice something after floating for a while, and suddenly turned around to look.
Luo Qingzhou also looked at it, but did not stop.
Hey, why is this human walking this way? Does he also know about the cave? Let me follow him and see.
The ghost thought so and floated to the right, making way.
This human had a strong blood and energy, and when it got close to him, it felt a burning sensation all over its body.
It felt like being roasted on fire and was extremely painful.
Luo Qingzhou pretended not to see it, continued walking forward, and soon walked into the forest.
Then, he stopped and looked around aimlessly.
The ghost following behind, seeing this scene, secretly breathed a sigh of relief: It turns out that he has not discovered my cave. Ignore him and stay away from him.
Luo Qingzhou turned his head and looked back, and saw it floating towards the woods on the left, so he immediately followed.
According to the records in books, most ghosts are unconscious and have no intelligence, only various instincts.
Resentment, ferocity, fear, attack, evil, etc.
Once you become a ghost, you may only have these involuntary emotions for the rest of your life.
But this ghost obviously has its own intelligence and consciousness.
And he was actually practicing.
However, judging from the situation, the intelligence of this ghost is very low, as if it has just been awakened not long ago.
Luo Qingzhou was very curious about what had happened to it.
The forest is pitch black at night.
The trees are dense and the bushes are lush.
The mountain wind blowing on my body was particularly cold.
The ghost was floating in front, swaying and wandering. I don’t know if it was thinking about something, or if it was just beginning to gain intelligence and had slow senses, so it didn’t even notice the person behind it.
Luo Qingzhou followed slowly, his eyes fixed on it.
Once it stopped or looked back, it hid behind the big tree, motionless, blending into the whole tree.
The body of a ghost may be able to pass through a tree, but the same cannot be said for its eyes.
The ghost continued to float deeper into the forest.
Luo Qingzhou looked back at the gradually disappearing village and felt a little worried.
But it shouldn't be a problem.
The monsters haven't appeared here for several years.
It rarely appears elsewhere.
It is said that the black woods in the north of the city are where monsters gather.
Every living thing needs an environment that suits it in order to survive.
There seems to be a special substance in the black wood forest, and the terrain there is complex, which is just right for the survival of monsters and beasts.
For warriors, every part of a monster is a treasure.
Therefore, there are many warriors who hunt monsters.
Once a monster leaves the protection of the Black Wood Forest, it will probably be hunted down by a warrior soon.
So gradually, fewer and fewer monsters came out of the Black Wood Forest.
This small mountain village has been attacked by monsters and beasts several times. Except for a few old people who still stay here, there are no living creatures. It is of no use to the monsters and beasts.
As for those ghosts and goblins, there is no need to worry about them.
Although Xiaodie is a woman with weak blood and energy, she is very young and in good health. Ordinary ghosts can do nothing to her.
At most, he would sneak up close, blow some cold wind, and give the little girl a nightmare.
As Luo Qingzhou was thinking this, he suddenly discovered that the ghost in front of him had landed and was hiding in a dense bush nearby.
He waited there for a few minutes and then walked over.
When we pushed aside the bushes, we found a deep cave hidden inside.
He hesitated for a moment and then went in.
The cave is not narrow and you can move forward by slightly bending your body.
After walking for more than ten minutes, a collapsed stone gate suddenly appeared on the right, and the ground was full of broken stones.
Luo Qingzhou stood at the door and looked inside.
Inside was a spacious stone chamber with a very high ceiling, about seven or eight meters high, and a stone inlaid on it.
The stone was emitting a faint light, illuminating the stone chamber.
Looking at the several depressions next to the stone, there should be other stones, but it seems that they have all been broken away by someone.
The stone chamber was in a mess.
In addition to the rubble on the ground, there were also rotten bookshelves and tattered futons.
There was actually a skeleton with broken hands and feet lying in the corner.
In the other corner, there are several wooden boxes.
The wooden box had been opened long ago and was empty.
Luo Qingzhou walked into the stone chamber and looked carefully.
Obviously, someone had come here before and took away everything that was originally here.
The ghost was floating in the corner, looking at him in fear with its red eyes.
He... Why is he here too? Did he come with me? Can he see me
Luo Qingzhou withdrew his gaze from it and suddenly found a tattered book in the corner below it.
He walked over, brushed aside the gravel and dust, and picked up the book.
Looking carefully in the dim light, there were a few small words scribbled on the cover: "About Soul Refining".
Luo Qingzhou's mind was moved. Soul refining? Soul leaving the body
He hurriedly began to rummage on the ground again, pushing aside the rubble and mess, searching everywhere.
However, it seems that this is the only book left in the entire stone chamber.
The ghost was floating high in the sky, trembling.
Whenever Luo Qingzhou approached, it would float to another place to hide.
Luo Qingzhou held the tattered book, looked up at it, and thought secretly in his heart.
The skeleton in the corner might be a hermit who practiced Buddhism. He died here when his life span ran out, leaving behind many things.
This ghost accidentally broke into here and got some opportunities, so it opened up its spiritual intelligence and began to practice here.
Then someone else stumbled upon this place, came in and took away all the stuff.
As for this book, perhaps those people are just ordinary people who only care about treasures and don’t know this shabby book at all.
Or maybe those people are also soul cultivators and have such books, so they don’t care at all.
Luo Qingzhou thought for a while, looking at the ghost. When he was about to speak, the ghost suddenly seemed to be frightened. With a "whoosh", it instantly sank into the wall behind it and disappeared.
Luo Qingzhou: “…”
He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he immediately took the book and left the cave.
If he left Xiaodie alone in the village, the girl would probably be scared and cry if she couldn't find him when she woke up.
He ran in the woods.
He is energetic, full of energy and very fast.
Even if there were some sneaky ghosts hiding around, they were scared and fled in panic, retreating as far as possible.
Luo Qingzhou quickly returned to the courtyard.
When I entered the room, Xiaodie was still lying in her robe in the corner, sleeping soundly.
The loud bang from his Thunder Fist must have frightened the nearby ghosts so much that they ran away.
Setting off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, celebrations and funerals is said to be to drive away unclean things.
Now that I think about it, it does make sense.
The ghosts are weak in body and mind to begin with, and they only dare to appear quietly in the silent night. The sudden explosion of firecrackers, the gathering of people, and the vigorous energy of the people probably scare them to death and make them flee far away.
Luo Qingzhou sat down in the corner, closed his eyes and calmed his emotions before slowly opening the book in his hand.
at the same time.
Chengguo Mansion, on the Nine-Curve Corridor.
On both sides of the vermilion railing, in the shadows of the trees, stood two figures.
Madam Wang still had a gloomy expression on her face, looking unfathomable.
The second housekeeper Wang Cheng lowered his head and reported with a grim expression: "They are all dead, Wang Pu is also dead... Judging from the fatal wounds on their bodies, the other party was a warrior... I really didn't expect that the Qin family would take a fancy to that kid so much and secretly send guards to follow him... The people guarding the way out of the city didn't see the kid come back, he may still be outside, or he may have gone through another city gate..."
There was still no sign of emotion on the eldest lady's face.
Wang Cheng said in panic: "Recently, a few poems written by that boy have been circulated, and everyone says... they say they are good... The Qin family is so fond of him, it is obvious that they want to train him well, so that he can do well in the imperial examination next year..."
The eldest lady suddenly turned her head and looked at him, her eyes sinister, like a poisonous snake in the dark night.
Wang Cheng shuddered, closed his mouth, and dared not say anything else, sweating profusely.
The eldest lady stared at him grimly for a long while, then suddenly sighed and said slowly, "Go to Yin County, go in person and invite her back."
Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then his face changed slightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "Ba... Ba Shenpo?"
The eldest lady's face returned to silence. She looked towards the darkness ahead without any ripples. Her voice was calm, but it sounded a little sharp: "That bitch was killed by her evil magic. I want that little bastard to die like that bitch, so that mother and son can be reunited in the underworld!"
Wang Cheng's heart trembled, his back felt cold, he bowed his head and said respectfully: "The servant will set out tomorrow. Madam, rest assured, this time, I will make sure that boy dies a violent death!"
at this time.
In another mansion in Mo City.
In a pavilion in a back garden, there was a snow-white figure sitting, reading quietly under the moonlight.
A cold girl stood by, holding a sword, motionless.
At this time, a pretty girl in a pink dress walked in from the round door, entered the pavilion, stood next to the snow-white figure, and whispered: "Miss, the son-in-law hasn't come back yet... Do you want to go..."
There was silence in the pavilion.
The evening breeze blew by, the lotus leaves in the pond in front danced, the water rippled, and the crushed moonlight sprinkled into the dark and deep eyes of the girl in the pavilion.
The snow-white figure still didn't speak and slowly put down the book in his hand.
She sat there without moving, staring at the moonlight flickering in the pond, and suddenly became dazed and absent-minded.
The pink-dressed girl relaxed her expression, raised her head, looked at the cold girl standing beside her, and suddenly smiled: "I just saw you just came back, how many times have you been out to see?"
"snort."
The cold girl held the sword, turned her face away, and looked at the pond, ignoring her.
Her pretty face was still as cold as ice.