When Fang Xiu left, it was already late at night outside. When he stepped out of the Li Chi Palace, he saw an ox cart waiting for him outside.
"Master! You finally came out!"
"It's already late at night! There are a lot of evil spirits eating people outside recently! We should go back quickly."
The slave driver was a boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old, which was considered a young man here, and he looked a little scared.
"It's okay! Just keep going!" Fang Xiu got into the car staggeringly as if he was drunk.
The bright moon was hidden in the clouds and the stars were dim. In the night of Xundu, cars were traveling on the streets. The ground was not flat and was a bit bumpy, but fortunately the oxcarts were not moving fast.
Xundu at night was pitch black. There was not a single person on the streets. Every household had their doors closed and there was not even a light. It was completely different from the Xundu we knew during the day, the prosperous and bustling capital of Dahuan.
Because at night, without the bright sunlight that illuminates everything, the ghosts hidden in the dark corners will come out, all kinds of monsters will appear on the earth, and even the monsters hiding everywhere will come out to eat people and kill them.
This is a world where ghosts and living people coexist, and at night, anything strange can happen.
The Xun people have a special custom. They like to be buried at home after death. They believe that their spirits will protect their descendants. The Xun people also believe that their ancestors will protect them.
Doing so does have some protective effect on the family, preventing evil spirits from entering their homes and yards, just as if they had carved out areas and territories in the ghost den.
But for the entire Xundu, the situation of evil spirits and monsters rampant became even more serious.
Therefore, the entire Xun City is a huge cemetery and tomb, which makes the original situation of humans and ghosts living together become even more serious.
And every time a shaman or wizard died, not only would they not enter the cycle of reincarnation, they would also detain a large number of slaves as they were buried with them. At the same time, the slaves buried with them would also be unconsciously detained by them, and even their descendants would be the same.
After just a few decades, the situation in Xundu has become even worse than Fang Xiu had imagined.
The ox cart moved forward slowly, and the slave driving the cart yawned as he drove the ox pulling the cart, moving little by little towards the Xundu Academy. As slaves of the Xundu Academy, because of Master Feng, most of the slaves inside had learned a lot, and some even knew how to read and write, which was naturally very different from ordinary slaves.
"Moo!"
The sound of the wheels turning, the driver yawning, the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the elongated and twisted shadows of the trees beside the road.
"Moo~" At this time, the cow moving forward suddenly stopped, as if something appeared in front of it.
The slave driving the cart raised his head, and through sleepy eyes, he saw that on the street ahead, in the dim light, shadows appeared on the ground, but there were no projected objects around.
The shadows in the darkness twisted and evaporated, forming an illusory outline in the night.
"Ding-ling-ling!" The sound of the bronze bell ringing was extremely crisp in the night.
"Shualala!" There was also a strange sound that seemed to be made by the friction of the decorations hanging on the witch's hair.
"Ahaha! Ahaha! Ahaha!"
“Ahaha!”
One after another, evil ghosts crawled up from deep underground, where evil energy gathered.
Each evil ghost was covered in animal skins, revealing their strong upper bodies, and dancing madly in a terrifying sacrificial dance, as if after death, they were still worshiping their witch gods.
Hundreds of evil spirits began to dance. Twenty to thirty people were carrying a huge sedan chair. Several shaman priests wearing animal skins, with tattoos on their faces and cut hair were on the sedan chair, desperately waving bone staffs with a large number of holes in their hands. The wind passed through the holes in the bone staffs, making a terrifying sound.
This scene is just like the shaman ritual scene of the early Xun Kingdom fifty or sixty years ago, with the dead shamans and members of the Xun tribe.
Behind them, there were dozens of headless ghosts who had lost their heads. They held their heads respectfully on a plate and walked with their backs bent, as if they were offering their heads to the gods.
There was also an evil ghost whose chest was cut open to reveal nothing inside. He was holding his own internal organs, with blood dripping from them.
There were even monsters with their limbs chopped off that were twisting like snakes, with their four broken limbs dragging their torsos as they moved forward like centipedes. There were also fire ghosts that were burned to death and water ghosts that were drowned. There were all kinds of strange deaths.
While wailing in pain, it followed the sedan chair and followed the priest's sacrificial dance.
These people were slaves, tribesmen, chiefs of hostile tribes, etc. who had been sacrificed to the witch gods by the witch priests.
Even if they were dead at this moment, the souls of these people would still be enslaved by them.
Hundreds of ghosts ran through the streets, filling up the entire avenue at night, and came towards the oxcart in a mighty manner. This scene scared the slaves driving the cart out of their wits.
"ah!"
"Master! Master!"
"The evil ghost has appeared! There is an evil ghost!"
The slave in linen shorts felt a chill running down his spine to his brain. He shuddered, let out a scream, and fell to the ground.
He banged the ox cart frantically and clung to the wheels as if he was holding on to a life-saving straw.
But this shout immediately made the evil ghosts, who were originally confused, look over here in an instant.
Those pairs of terrifying eyes instantly raised up, and their ferocious faces and bloodshot eyes looked at him.
Even the ghost priests who were performing sacrifices and praying to the heaven and the witch gods on the sedan chair bowed their heads.
The scene became quiet in an instant.
However, it seems more and more terrifying.
The evil ghosts rushed out together, as if awakened from a deep sleep, roaring loudly, and rushed towards the ox cart in an overwhelming manner, wanting to devour the existence inside.
At this moment, a hand stretched out from the ox cart, and a black vortex emanated from the sleeve.
A strong wind suddenly blew up, sweeping across the entire street in an instant, and everything was heading into the vortex.
The ferocious evil spirits could not break free from the suppression. Everything they transformed into shrank into shadows and fell into the sleeve.
In the blink of an eye, the street where hundreds of ghosts roamed became clean.
At this moment, the silver moon in the sky finally emerged from the clouds and illuminated the earth. The originally terrifying and gloomy Night City suddenly became bright.
Fang Xiu took his hand back, burped, and said impatiently: "What are you still standing there for? Go back to the academy!"
At this time, the panic-stricken slave driver finally got up from the ground, looked at the clean street, and the cold evening breeze blew. His cold sweat dried up, and he finally became sober.
He looked at his master and teacher, and realized that this person was more powerful than the evil spirit!
Fang Xiu was holding a white pottery wine jug in the car, but with his hazy eyes he was thinking about the scene of the evil spirit wreaking havoc just now.
Recently, the situation of evil spirits wreaking havoc in the entire Xun City has become more and more serious. Most of the evil spirits are sleeping underground. If it is not a specific period or special reason, they will continue to sleep and will not appear often.
Recently, evil ghosts can be seen appearing almost every day, and we hear about evil ghosts eating people and ghosts harming people every day.
Even many evil spirits began to break into the courtyard, harming and eating people, causing panic among the people of Xun.
At nightfall, every household closed their doors and were so frightened that they dared not even turn on the lights. Women even covered their children's mouths, fearing that their crying would attract evil spirits.
This is not normal.
Fang Xiu lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked outside the ox cart. He could see that there were many more trees on the streets inside and outside the entire Xun City.
These trees are winding like dragons, with dense leaves, and they are still green even though it is autumn now.
This is not a tree from the Great Huan of the Central Plains, but a tree species from the wild land in the north. Most of them grow on Mount Siqiong and are called Yuehuai.
No one knows where it came from or who first called it Yuehuai, but it has appeared in Xundu since a year ago. Because it is evergreen all year round, it is loved by many nobles.
This tree looks ordinary, but it is a special species, not an ordinary tree.
The entire Xun is so big, let alone a few more trees, even if there were dozens or hundreds of casualties, it would not be a big deal and would not attract anyone's attention.
However, Fang Xiu saw some familiar shadows from above, that was the peach blossom maze above the Sanyang Temple.
The eye of a clock appeared in Fang Xiu's eyes, and he immediately saw the power of the talisman within each moon locust tree. Bit by bit, the entire xiao emitted light and gathered together.
They are accumulating day by day, connecting with each other, and affecting the entire Xun City.
The changes in the entire Xun City are also due to this.
Just wait until the right time comes, the formation will lock down the entire Xundu, and that will be the time for them to show their power.
Fang Xiu knew Taoist Qingyun's plan and had already guessed what he wanted to do.
He went to the Xuanyuan Kingdom in Mount Siqiong and met the new generation of high priests of the Xuanyuan Kingdom. After all, here, apart from Dahuan, the country with the most powerful force and the richest foundation is the Xuanyuan Kingdom.
It was also from there that he learned some secrets about the underworld and the gods of the underworld.
He wanted to open the door to the underworld.
The underworld is the place that controls the cycle of life and death. There, naturally, lies the world's greatest secret and the root of all birth, aging, sickness and death. As long as one can peek into the secrets of the underworld, or become a god of the earth, one can naturally achieve immortality.
He wanted to use Xundu and this place to open the door to the underworld, but he was also afraid that his actions of spying on the underworld would be noticed by those high-ranking gods and demons.
Therefore, he still needs to find a scapegoat.
He didn't want to become like the God of Siqiong Mountain, who attracted the attention of gods and demons and was sealed and suppressed.
But he didn't expect that the being in charge of the underworld had already seen him.
even-
That existence was still waiting for him, expecting him to open the door to the underworld.
The ox slowly pulled the carriage and finally arrived in front of Xundu Academy. Fang Xiu stretched himself, took a hot bath with the help of two well-behaved and docile maids, and then fell asleep.