The ancestor who passed through the book became a villain, and his junior sister gave up on therapy.

"Haha...I choose to commit suicide!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Yuan jumped out of Dabai's arms, snatched the parchment scroll from Jiang Yu's hand, and stared at the corner of the bear's paw that he said he wanted to enshrine, his eyes darkened.

"Uh...Senior Brother Lao Sixth, is it possible that this means that you need to use your ghostly cultivation of [the technique of attracting ghosts to open the door]?"

"???"

Jiang Yu was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his junior sister and pointed at the picture at the front of "Enshrined Bear's Paw".

It is a cross pattern of "ten" characters, but it is very long and turns.

"The art of attracting ghosts to open doors..." As he read the name, an idea flashed in his mind, and he seemed to realize it!

"Ah! The sign of this cross is to cut the hand to draw blood, followed by the sign of attracting ghosts, and finally offering a bear paw is to slap the shore!"

"Yes!" Qin Yuan nodded happily, but then he looked at himself with even stranger eyes and said:

"Junior sister, you are a sword cultivator, how come you know so much about our ghost cultivators?"

Jiang Yu's vision was so sharp that even his own aura changed.

Qin Yuan swallowed, his hair straightened at the sight of him, and he subconsciously took a step back.

Just when I was about to explain, I saw him and said, "Ha! Do you also want to be a ghost cultivator?"

"..."

"Did I guess it right?"

"It's you big-headed ghost, hurry up and recruit ghosts to open the door!"

The iron fist of justice fell hard on the head of Sixth Senior Brother, who was never more handsome than three seconds. Meng Tingsi watched quietly not far away.

The way their sects get along with each other... seems very strange?

The senior brother is not like the senior brother, and the junior sister is not like the junior sister, then who is their master?

"I know, I know." Jiang Yu rubbed his head and raised his right hand while looking at the Buddha statue in front of him.

A wisp of black air spread over his fingertips, making a cut and forcing out bright red blood.

Immediately afterwards, the fingerprints of his hands changed, the pads of the three fingers touched, and the ring finger and little finger overlapped, forming a right triangle gesture.

"Three ghosts send off the troops, four and five keep guard."

"If you don't cross the soul yang, you will attract ghosts and open the door!"

Following his words and the change of the seal, the miserable screams of ghosts and the sound of the cold wind echoed in the temple.

The broken Buddha head had only one angry eye left, and then the whole body collapsed, creating a small arched door.

The door is against the wall, and there seems to be no way, but there is a way.

"Little junior sister, it's done!"

"Yeah!" Qin Yuan nodded, but obviously the ghost fox was more excited than them.

Pulling Jiang Yu's sleeves again, he hit the wall in the door, and they immediately disappeared into the temple.

"We'll follow."

Qin Yuan turned around and called Meng Tingsi, leading Dabai and the others towards the wall.

The pain he imagined didn't exist. The wall seemed to be made of jelly, surprisingly soft.

When the sight in front of them returned again, they had arrived in the wilderness.

"Are we... going back to the mountain?"

Jiang Yu asked confusedly, and Meng Tingsi happened to pass through.

"No..." Qin Yuan shook his head. Although the scene in front of him was the same as the one at the foot of Fake Sad Mountain, there were still some differences.

She walked to the gravel and reached out to push aside the grass branches reaching her waist. There was an old monument hidden there.

"Sad Mountain?"

Meng Tingsi read out the words on it, and Qin Yuan stroked the upper part of the stone tablet: "Without any trace of fracture, this is Mount Sadness, not a fake Mount Sadness."

"what?"

Senior Brother Lao Liu didn't understand what they were saying and wanted to ask. The ghost fox he suddenly caught a glimpse of... seemed to have grown much bigger?

"Xiaosi, you have grown up...fuck you!"

The ghost fox picked up Jiang Yu's collar, threw him onto his back, and ran to the top of the mountain like a loose rein.

"???"

"Let's chase." Qin Yuan's face was a little dark, but not as dark as Dabai.

Sure enough, I hate foxes the most!

Everyone quickly followed the Sixth Brother, but not long after they left, a figure in green robe appeared where they were just now.

Zhou Lu glanced at the grass branches bent by Qin Yuan: "The fake mountain of sorrow hides the mountain of sorrow, and the confused heart is empty..."

The rosary beads were rubbed in a circle, and the mouth was raised in a strange arc.

.

"Xiaosi, where are you going!"

Jiang Yu grabbed the fox's fur and shouted, then filled his stomach with sinister wind.

Unlike Fake Beishan Mountain, which is now ghost-free, Beishan Mountain is more like Fake Beishan Mountain before the ghost cultivators wreaked havoc!

"Xiao Langjun...where are you going?" A delicate female voice said, and one after another stood up sneakily in the weeds.

Their clothes are light and thin, and the gauze does not cover their bodies. The sight of them makes people's blood surge.

The ghost wife Chen Yue sensed something and automatically got out of the Twelve Nether Mirrors.

She looked at the female ghosts coldly, but had no intention of taking action, and neither did the latter.

He also smiled and pushed his sister:

"Look, the young man's wife is here, and our business can't be done."

With that said, the female ghosts moved out of the way.

But he turned around and was blocked by Qin Yuan and the others: "Huh? Is it the young lady? Now it's interesting."

They came forward with smiles on their faces again. Just when Qin Yuan was about to take action, a female ghost suddenly sniffed.

The smile on his face condensed for a moment, blinked his eyes, and turned into tenderness:

"Be good, little sister. This is not the place you should be. Be obedient and leave immediately."

"Yes, you are still young, practice well and don't be like my sister." Another female ghost agreed.

"???"

Qin Yuan, who was holding the fox head seal, was a little confused. Was he being persuaded by a female ghost?

Seeing her stupid look, the female ghosts laughed again.

One by one, they stretched out their hands to cover their exposed parts, then took out a small wooden comb or hairpin and tried it on Qin Yuan's head.

Meng Tingsi stopped and looked at this scene quietly. If it weren't for the dark wind around him, everything in front of him could be called beautiful.

"Okay little sister, don't come to this kind of place again."

The female ghosts gave Qin Yuan a nice hairstyle, pinched her face, and got out of the way.

Seeing that they had dispersed, Dabai couldn't figure out the situation, but he still kept chasing after Jiang Yu.

"Ugh…"

They looked at the departing figures of one red and one white and sighed:

"Actually, I was pretty pretty when I was her age, but time has taken its toll..."

Is it just the years that drive people?

No...it's fate, we didn't catch up with the good times...

The female ghosts looked at each other and smiled, then took out musical instruments such as harp or flute.

The overcast wind blows the grass branches, and the cool breeze sings together.

I don’t know how old I am...

[I often remember whispering about my red dress, I should have been waiting for my beloved, but I didn’t know that I was so drunk in the world that I didn’t know the way back...]

[Memory swing, slender fingers have been stained for a long time...the body is not intact...]

[The guest came and sold his soul for a few taels, and left without shame... The green plum in the past has long since become a popular girl...]

As they sang, tears welled up in their eyes, but they still kept their brightest smiles.

Meng Tingsi stood on the spot after hearing the song, clenching his fists unconsciously.

After a long time, he let go.

poor guy……

Jiebeishan was originally a brothel, far away from Hehuan Huazong Mountain, so it was the last one to be notified that it was not necessary to engage in prostitution.

But things are unpredictable. Just the day before they packed their luggage and prepared to leave, the place turned into a mass grave!

There are no survivors on the whole mountain, and the blood stains the green hills and red peaks...