My Master is Lin Zhengying

Nan Chen followed Master Yixiu and gradually approached Qinghe Village.

The closer to this village, the colder Nan Chen felt.

The yin energy here is very heavy, not much different from the concentration of yin energy that I felt when I sent my soul at Coffin Mountain.

But that place is a mass grave.

And here, it's just a dilapidated village.

Yin Qi, but to such an extent.

It is conceivable that there must be many wandering ghosts entrenched in this village.

And as he approached the village, Nan Chen faintly felt a trace of evil spirit.

It means that there are ghosts in this village.

Master Yixiu, who was walking in front, naturally felt it too.

At this moment, he was vigilant about his surroundings, and whispered to Nan Chen:

"Nanchen, this village is very weird, there must be evil spirits.

Be careful, if something happens to the poor monk.

If you can bring Qingqing with you, try to escape as much as possible..."

"Master, don't be so pessimistic, the real master hasn't shown up yet!"

Nan Chen looked solemn and spoke in a low voice.

But one hand was pressed on the hilt of the mahogany sword.

At the slightest sign of trouble, he would be the first to fight.

Soon, the two entered the village.

As soon as he entered the village, a gust of wind hit.

The icy cold feeling made Nan Chen's hair stand on end.

Walking on the village road covered with white mist.

I just feel that the surroundings are eerie, very eerie.

Occasionally, there will be ghost shadows swaying past, giving people a strong sense of depression.

At this moment, the two walked through an alley.

Came to a square in the center of the village.

As soon as he arrived here, he saw a faint light in the distance of the small square.

If you look carefully, you can find that it is a figure, holding a lantern in his hand.

Right now, just stand at a distance.

Both Master Yixiu and Nan Chen noticed the figure at the first time, and they couldn't help becoming vigilant.

And the next moment, he saw the figure move.

Holding the white lantern, he approached here step by step.

Every step closer, there is a "ring bell" bell ringing.

The sound of the bell was very crisp, completely different from ordinary copper bells.

When Nan Chen heard the ringtone, his heart couldn't help but tense.

This bell sound is so familiar.

It's like the plot of "Mr. Zombie".

He came back from buying glutinous rice, and on the way, he met Qijuemen, a black-robed demon, with a silver bell in his hand.

At that time, there were three silver bells hanging on his walking stick.

That voice is exactly the same as the current voice.

But after that side, I never saw that demon again.

Nan Chen's heart pounded, his eyes narrowed unavoidably.

At this moment, master Yixiu threw his Zen stick to the ground.

Facing the approaching black shadow holding a lantern, he said:

"Is it you who captured the poor monk's apprentice Qingqing?"

As soon as the words fell, a shriveled laugh suddenly came to mind:

"Hehehe, it's been a long time since Ikyu..."

After speaking, the other party took a few steps forward.

At this time, with the help of the hazy moonlight, Nan Chen was finally able to see some of this person clearly.

You can only see this person wearing a black robe.