You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 3 Ghost Village
There are several roads from Huishan to Qingzhou City, and the village chief pointed to the nearest one to Zuo Chen.

No one has repaired it for many years, resulting in the road from the village to Qingzhou City being covered with mud, which is not very convenient for traveling merchants.

But for Zuo Chen, this muddy road was not a hindrance.

The Qi in Dantian overflowed and gathered between the body and feet. The muddy road seemed like a flat path to Zuo Chen.

To outsiders, it seemed that Zuo Chen had only taken two or three steps, but he had already walked over a hundred meters away, and he was walking leisurely in the garden but had already walked a hundred feet.

"This method of shrinking the earth into an inch recorded in the Taoist scriptures is indeed convenient to use."

Zuo Chen sighed in his heart, and recalled what the village chief had said before.

There are no bandit dens or evil people on the road.

But this road is not without danger.

There is a dead village next to the dirt road. The village has been abandoned for a long time. There is no living person and only tombstones on the ground.

According to the old village chief, there was a girl who married into the village from outside. No one knew what kind of conflict she had with the people in the village. One time, she went to the city and instead of buying rouge, she brought back a bag of arsenic.

She first poisoned the five members of her own family to death, and then jumped into a well. After drowning, her body was still stiff and jumped out of the well in the middle of the night, turning into a gust of cold wind that blew across the entire village.

After that, no one in the village was spared and all died here in vain. Even the big yellow dog guarding the village gate was not spared and turned into dried dog meat hanging on the tree at the entrance of the village.

The main reason why few people from the city come to the foot of Gray Mountain is because of this dead village.

There is a lot of resentment in the dead village. It is dangerous to come here directly, and it is troublesome to go around. The city does not really need to do business in the village, so naturally no one comes here.

After listening to the village chief's lament, Zuo Chen took the matter to heart and planned to go and take a look when he passed by the ghost village.

If it wasn't some ghost cultivator refining the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, he planned to take action to deal with it.

The spiritual energy and the skill of shrinking the earth into an inch during the foundation-building period were just simple calls for spiritual energy. His real signature skill was the thunder method recorded in the Taoist scriptures.

Zuo Chen doesn’t know many tricks, such as the Five Thunders Technique and Palm Thunder Strike, but they are all quite powerful.

Yang Lei is a very yang and powerful technique, specifically designed to fight ghosts. Once a Yang Lei strikes down, even a ghost cultivator at the Half-Step Golden Core stage will have to run away. Going to the Ghost Village is considered a professional match for this technique.

After walking for another hour, the gray mountains behind us had turned into undulating ripples on the horizon.

The grass and trees on the roadside became increasingly sparse, and the soil on the ground appeared dark and muddy. Zuo Chen looked into the distance and found a few dilapidated wooden fences between the trees on the distant slope.

We have arrived at the Village of the Dead.

He was not in a hurry to go in. He first used the qi-gazing technique recorded in Taoist scriptures to determine the location of the dead village.

In Zuo Chen's eyes, wisps of black Qi were floating above the entire village. They did not look too big. Compared with his own foundation-building Qi, they were like a drop of water compared to lake water, or thatched grass compared to a giant tree.

"It's a very weak resentment, and it hasn't grown into anything yet. It's impossible that it was caused by a ghost cultivator. There's no danger in getting rid of it."

Feeling relieved, Zuo Chen walked towards the village.

……

"The village was slaughtered by Chu Xun, the leader of the Wenxiang Gang, who used corpse incense. This place has become a dangerous place. Mr. Bai invited you all here today, but not to let you die in the village. Please pay attention!"

The middle-aged man in a long jacket and a small round hat stood with his hands behind his back and looked at the wanderer in front of him.

Following his low shout, the martial artists, who had originally had a casual attitude, finally perked up and became fully prepared.

They are all well-connected people in the underworld, and are considered celebrities in the surrounding area. They received the underworld order from the Bai Lao Society some time ago, so they gathered here.

You tell them there's a ghost village, but they're not afraid. After so many years of wandering around the world, this group of people have more or less seen some haunted villages. One person may not be able to solve it, but now more than ten heroes have gathered together, and if they rush in together, no matter what kind of ghost it is, they can drive it away!
But when the head of the Bai Society said that the people in the village were from the Wenxiang Gang, all these gangsters were frightened.

The Wenxiang Gang is the biggest evil gang in Qingzhou City! They can chase souls and call spirits with their candles, making it hard to defend against.

There was even a rumor circulating in the city that people would burn incense at the third watch and meet the King of Hell at the fifth watch.

It can be seen how evil the Wenxiang Gang's practice of burning incense and worshipping people is.

"Manager Han! Won't we be hunted down by the Wenxiang Gang if we go in?"

A well-to-do man among the Jianghu asked, and the steward sneered:
"Hunting? Even though the Wenxiang Gang was powerful, weren't they still driven out of Qingzhou City by our Bai Lao Society?

"Even if he dares to come, he won't be able to find you. The most he can do is to find our Bai Laohui!"

The Jianghu people felt a little relieved after hearing this. At this moment, another charming voice sounded from the crowd:

"Manager! Is there any treasure in the village?"

The steward's face darkened.

How come he has taken possession of the village's treasure without even starting any work?

With a glance, the manager discovered that there was a little girl in the crowd. She had red lips, white teeth, a pretty face, and her eyes were rolling around, making her look very mischievous.

But her outfit was not very good either. She looked more like a wanderer than a martial artist, and more like a peasant than a country bumpkin.

The manager didn't want to answer this question at first, but seeing a bunch of people looking at him excitedly, he could only sigh:
"We haven't even entered yet, so I don't know what treasures are inside, but a haunted place like this should be able to produce a few good items. It'll all depend on your abilities when the time comes." "Okay!"

The girl's peach blossom eyes were curved with laughter.

After saying these things, the manager counted the number of people.

Including himself, there were eleven people in total.

No problem!

A group of martial arts heroes entered the village.

At first, there was nothing unusual. Looking into the village from the village gate, I could only see a few broken boards and a dog skin hanging on a tree at the entrance of the village.

But after walking two steps deeper, everyone suddenly felt a gust of cold wind coming in front of their eyes. The raised sand and dust almost blinded their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, they found that the sky had become a little dizzy.

When these martial arts people saw this scene, their faces couldn't help but change.

It's noon now! The sun was still in the sky just now, why did the sky suddenly become cloudy? !

The manager's expression did not change. He took out a bamboo lantern from somewhere, and then took out a tinder and lit it twice. Instantly, a little green flame ignited in the lantern, dispelling the darkness around.

The expressions of these martial artists finally eased a little.

"Everyone gather together and walk slowly inside. Chu Xun left a stick of incense in the village. It is made from corpse oil. As long as the incense is there, the ghosts in the village will not disappear. As long as the incense is broken, there will naturally be no more ghosts."

After the manager finished drinking, all the martial artists nodded, indicating that they understood.

"Lao Zhao? Where's Lao Zhao?"

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted in panic twice, and the manager's brows suddenly frowned.

He counted the number of people again.

Ten people.

There is one less!
The steward's heart sank.

'Son of a bitch, one of them got lost as soon as he came in.'

"Don't worry about him, let's keep going." Hearing the mourning voice from behind, the manager turned around and cursed, "Dejection is the most attractive thing. If anyone behaves like this again, I will feed you to the village!"

No one spoke immediately.

I lit the lantern and continued to move forward, and there was indeed nothing sneaky happening around me.

The manager felt much more at ease.

This mission was indeed not difficult. All he had to do was to use the Jianghu guest's popularity to go to the center of the village and remove the corpse incense.

If he succeeds, it will be a great achievement! When he returns to the city, he will be promoted from manager to hall master, and his future will be bright!
risk?

Of course there are some, but not as big as you might imagine.

If you can't beat him, can't you just run away? There are so many jianghu people who will take the blame.

As the group was walking, the little girl suddenly said "eh".

"Have we been to this place before?"

Hearing the little girl's voice, the manager immediately looked around.

He immediately saw a tree standing not far away, with a piece of dog skin hanging on the tree, trembling slightly in the wind.

This…

Ghost hits the wall!
The Jianghu disciples were already panicking, and even the manager tried to suppress his uneasiness.

"It's okay. I'll tie a red string and we can go out."

As the manager spoke, he took out a red rope, walked over to the broken wooden boards, and planned to tie them up.

However, just as he approached the wooden board, the manager suddenly discovered a figure behind the board.

He lowered his head and took a look, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead!
That was the missing wanderer named Zhao Decai.

At this moment he was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

He was holding his head in his arms.

With a smile.

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(End of this chapter)