"Why not? I heard that there is a mass grave in Qing country, and it is full of ghosts. However, there is a formation set up there, so ordinary people can't enter. And generally no one goes in."
As she spoke, she saw the young man lowering his head and pretending not to hear, stuffing chicken into his mouth. Seeing this, Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows, her eyes moved slightly, and continued: "There are all kinds of ghosts in that place, but most of them are fierce ghosts, with white clothes fluttering, blue-white fangs, and ghost fire fluttering. Well, if you go there at night, it's more..."
"Ah! Stop talking, stop talking, you're giving me goosebumps." The young man finally couldn't help but jumped up and screamed, staring at Fengjiu with wide eyes.
She looked at the boy with a look of surprise and said, "Ah? I thought you weren't afraid, so I told you. Besides, these aren't that powerful. The more powerful ones are the ghosts that have transformed into evil spirits and become ghost cultivators. That's what's scary."
"Have you seen it?" There was fear and curiosity on the boy's baby face.
"Yes! Do you want to know? I'll tell you." Seeing the fear on the boy's face, but the curiosity in his eyes, he smiled and said, "It's daytime now, it's okay. It's okay to talk about ghosts during the day, but don't talk about them at night."
"Yeah, okay then! You talk and I'll listen." He sat down again and leaned closer to him.
Seeing this, Feng Jiu narrowed her eyes and said with a smile: "In fact, there are good ghosts, but they are relatively rare. I once passed by a place and planned to stay overnight when I saw that it was getting dark. At that time, I saw that there was only one family there, so I felt something was wrong. But I thought it should be nothing, so I went over to ask, and saw a child of a few years old in front of the door..."
"Is that kid a ghost?"
"No, the child is not a ghost, but his grandparents, father and mother are all ghosts. Because they were killed, they still have resentment, so..."
The fire lion standing aside was already at the peak level of a holy beast, with high intelligence. At this moment, it just watched its master sitting there with great interest, listening to the young man in red who came from nowhere telling ghost stories.
After about an incense stick of time had passed, the Flame Lion, which had originally not paid much attention to the flame, suddenly turned its gaze and stared sharply at a certain place.
In the woods not far away, the chubby Tunyun was trotting back in small steps. It glanced at the big fire lion and came to its master.
"Huh? Is this your little pet?"
The young man looked at the chubby little beast with disdain in his eyes: "Such a small beast, which can't help you fight, why do you keep it? This kind of beast is only suitable for women to keep for fun."
Tunyun glanced at him without even giving him a glance. He was a person without good eyesight.
Feng Jiu chuckled and stroked Tunyun's soft fur: "It's called Tunyun, my little beast. What do you think? It's round and cute, right? Does it look like a cloud in the sky?"
"Tsk! I don't see how it's cute. We men don't like these little things." He raised his chin and said, "Look at my beast pet. It's a war beast at the peak of the holy beast level. Its four hooves are stepping on fire. It looks majestic even without roaring."