fell into a pit book

The three people here are rushing to their destination, and something is happening where they are about to arrive.

And seal, Mengye, Xiao's mansion.

"You scoundrel! How dare you provoke the ghost gate?!"

The people in the hall were so angry that they waved their teacups and smashed them beside a young man who was kneeling there.Debris splashed everywhere, but did not hurt the young man.

The young man seemed extremely unconvinced, and argued: "Father! My Xiao family is a fairy sect, and I have a different path from ghosts. What if I kill a ghost?!"

"You bastard! You still talk back?! You hurt all the ghosts of the ghost family. If the ghost door finds you, even I will protect you!"

The young man kneeling in the hall felt a little scared after hearing this, "Then, father, what should I do?"

The middle-aged man on the chair almost crushed the armrest of the sinking wood, "Now I know I'm afraid?! What did you do earlier?!"

"Father……"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, "Forget it, now that things are like this, if I want to protect you, I can only..."

The gate of ghosts has its own rules, ghosts do not offend people, and if people offend ghosts, they will be punished with their lives.

"Young Master, the Patriarch let you go."

The servant came and called Xiao Qianhua with disdain on his face.

Xiao Qianhua always kept his face down, and I don't know why.Just like this, I can't see the expressions on these people's faces.Responding, the voice is also low, "I'll go over now."

Before Xiao Qianhua walked away, the servant acted as if he was not there and said loudly to the people around him: "I really think of myself as a young master, but it's just that our Patriarch is kind and willing to take care of him, otherwise we can't practice like this. A useless person is not worthy of staying in the Xiao family."

"That's right, look at this proud look..."

But Xiao Qianhua seemed to really not be able to hear it, and just walked forward with his head down.

Only he himself knew that the hands hidden in the overlong sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, and the knuckles were pale.

……

The three of them reached and sealed the border of Mengye and lowered their swords. As soon as Jiang took away the sword, Shangqing Chen yelled, "What's the matter with you, nephew? Why are you so red? Are you sick?"

Hang Hehuan gave Shang Qingchen a blank look, but Shang Qingchen was smiling, Hang Hehuan gritted his teeth: He definitely did it on purpose!

Sure enough, as soon as Leng Qingjue put away Su He, he came to ask, "Are you sick?"

Hang Hehuan said repeatedly: "No, no, no..."

Leng Qingjue changed the sword to his left hand, freeing up his right hand to rest on Hang Hehuan's forehead, so Hang Hehuan's last word "yes" was swallowed.

Leng Qingjue only paused for a second or two, but it seemed as long as a quarter of an hour or two for Yu Hang Hehuan.

"Senior sister, what's the matter, little nephew, she has a fever?"

Leng Qingjue withdrew his hand, only said two words indifferently, "No." Then he walked ahead again.

Shang Qing couldn't see her eyes with a smile, "That's good, that's good, otherwise Senior Sister will be worried."

After finishing speaking, he gave Hang Hehuan a meaningful look, and followed behind Leng Qingjue.Hang Hehuan gritted his teeth bitterly, but he had no choice but to keep up.The hands and forehead touched by Leng Qingjue are still hot, and the oncoming wind can only blow a little to cool down.

The advantage of walking at the end is that you can control the speed by yourself. Hang Hehuan raised his head and glanced at Leng Qingjue who was walking in front of Shang Qingchen, and suddenly felt that his heart was beating abnormally fast.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it, thinking: I may be really sick...

They walked on the main road, the road surface was very smooth, but there were almost no people on the road.The one or two people I saw occasionally ran with me, and very few people stayed on the street.

Moreover, the doors on the street were all closed tightly, making it seem like it was midnight even though it was clear sky and broad daylight.

Shang Qingchen picked an inn that was also closed and knocked on the door. After knocking for a long time, someone opened the door from the inside and looked at Shang Qingchen first, "Who are you waiting for?"

Shang Qingchen folded his fan and cupped his hands and said, "I'm passing through Guibao Land and want to find a place to rest. I wonder if your inn is convenient?"

After finishing speaking, a piece of silver was spread out in the palm of the hand, and the people inside immediately opened the door and welcomed the three of them in, "It's convenient and convenient, guest officer, please come in, please come in."

Shang Qingchen threw the silver to him and asked, "What happened here? Why is there no one on the street when the sun is just right?"

The shop waiter sat down at a table facing them, and said: "You guys are foreigners, so you don't know anything. This is not the annual night ghost in Fengzhou, this year it is our turn in Mengye."

"Night walking ghosts? I know about night walking ghosts, but I heard that night walking ghosts won't easily hurt people's lives, so it shouldn't be a problem to you, right?"

The shopkeeper brewed tea for them neatly, vomited bitterness and said: "Just say that you are a foreigner, you must not know how powerful our Mengye Xiao's fairy sect is, it is his family, someone hurt these hundred ghosts, and now all the ghosts are here. There are no complete ghosts, and they are looking for people to fill their lives everywhere!"

Shang Qingchen raised his brows slightly, "Xiao Clan Immortal Gate?"

"Yes," the shop waiter suppressed his voice, and said, "I heard that the one who hurt that ghost family is the parent and child of the Patriarch Xiao..."

"Parent and child?" Could it be Xiao Qianhua?But Xiao Qianhua should be just a good-for-nothing at this time... He gave Hang Hehuan a look, but Hang Hehuan also shook his head.

The waiter in the shop nodded, and was about to say something when he was stopped by the shopkeeper who came out from the back hall, "Why do you still have time to talk nonsense here? Have you been sitting here waiting for a long time since I haven't seen any customers!"

The waiter smiled apologetically, "Yes, what do you guys want?"

Shang Qingchen flipped his hands over and found another ingot of silver, and said with a smile, "You can buy whatever you want, but you need three upper rooms. We will stay here tonight."

The shopkeeper immediately lost his temper when he saw the money, and happily came up to him and said, "It's easy to talk about, sir, do you want to hear anything else?"

Shang Qingchen shook his fan, and before he could speak, Leng Qingjue, who had been sitting there and hadn't spoken, suddenly said, "Tea is very bad."

If it was put into normal life, if someone said that, the shopkeeper would have to choke sooner or later.But not to mention how much money Shang Qingchen gave, even with Leng Qingjue's demeanor here, he didn't dare to say much, so he could only follow along: "Yes, yes, I'll go and get it for you."

After saying that, he hurriedly took the waiter down, leaving only the three of them in the lobby.

Shang Qingchen didn't pick anything, but he only took a sip and put it down, "It's no wonder Senior Sister dislikes this tea, it's really too bad."

Hang Hehuan didn't like tea at all, and after hearing what they said, he didn't even have the urge to pick up the cup and smell it. Thinking of what the shop waiter said just now, he asked, "What is Night Walker?"

Seeing Leng Qingjue with a cold face, Shang Qing knew that the task of science popularization was his own again, "The so-called night walking ghosts are in the southwest area, and the most important thing is to seal them together." Speaking of this, he paused After a while, I regret why I didn't think that the protagonist is here when Leng Qingjue mentioned and sealed the name.Then continue to popularize science, "there is also the theory of ghost gates, and the gate of ghosts is headed by a hundred ghosts, which tour and seal every year, from mid-June to mid-September until the [-]th day. During these [-] days, every night increases one. The parade of ghosts will not be considered complete until all ghosts have walked through the hundred."

Hang Hehuan nodded, "Uncle Shi knows a lot." I didn't expect that you, the half-way substitute, would know so much.

Shang Qingchen smiled, "It's just been a long time." Anyway, after more than a year, you should have some experience.

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So you can't play too late at night, in case you run into a night ghost

If you do encounter it, you must recite it aloud

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