Taiping Inn

At the innate realm, as long as you guard the spiritual platform, you are not alone in the ghost market, and the ghosts on the streets cannot do anything, but below the innate realm, even if you follow everyone, you will inevitably be distracted.

A female disciple of the Forgetful Sect is timid by nature. It’s not that she is greedy for life and fears death. If she really wants to fight in the martial arts world, she has been stained with blood. But she is most afraid of these ghosts and ghosts. At this time, she is so upset in her heart that she can only be nervous. Hold the weapon tightly and pretend to be calm.

Not long after leaving, a team of people who took over their brides slowly turned from the north. The groom's face was covered with snow-white powder, two balls of blush, and his lips were covered with bright red lips. A maroon paper horse, behind the horse is a porter carrying the bride's dowry, and in front of the horse is the bride's dressing box. The paper sedan chair in front should be the bride sitting, because the sedan chair is all used Decorated with various plants, trees and flowers, this can be called a "sedan". A porter carries a load of fish behind the sedan chair, indicating that the woman's family wishes her husband more than wealth.

The female disciple of the Wangqing Sect was worried and thought to himself, "Is this a ghost marriage?"

This thought flashed through her mind when she suddenly saw the groom looking at her, staring at her with no white eyes but dark eyes, while the many fellow disciples around her seemed to not notice it at all.

The woman felt even more chilling and did not dare to look at the groom, and immediately withdrew her gaze, but even so, there was still a layer of uneasiness in her heart.

Because the street is wide, everyone can pass by the marriage team. Just as the two sides were intersecting, the woman suddenly heard a call from beside her. She was stunned at first, and then remembered that this was her husband's intimacy. The obsession with her is very friendly and makes people miss it very much.

The woman turned her head subconsciously and saw only a pair of dark eyes.

At this moment, the woman suddenly woke up. Her husband had died a few years ago, and she must have had a ghost miasma.

After figuring this out, the woman realized that the groom riding a paper horse was next to her, wearing a red crown and a big red flower on her chest.

The woman was shocked and wanted to retreat, but the groom grabbed her wrist. The woman wanted to resist, but found that she was soft and had no strength. The groom smiled slightly and wanted to pull up the paper horse.

Just then, a angrily shout was heard. Xiao Shiyu had already noticed something was wrong. He wrapped a rolling cold air in his palm and took a picture at the groom.

The groom rolled over and dismounted. While avoiding the palm, he picked up the woman from the Wangqing Sect who was still stunned and threw it into the same paper sedan chair.

Xiao Shiyu was furious: "Crime!"

She urged the "Emperor Goddess Art" with all her strength, swept across the sleeve, and directly wiped out the team that married her. After the sedan chair was gone, the sedan chair in paper fell to the ground.

Everyone around rushed forward to rescue him, but in this short moment, the woman had been covered in red wedding dress, and her face was also covered with a thick layer of powder, two balls of blush, and blood-red. Mouth fat is like a bride who is about to get married.

Xiao Shiyu stepped forward and found that the woman had no wound except for a black handprint on her wrist, but she was already dead.

Everyone else was silent. Although only one person died, the blow to morale was even more serious than the death of ten people. After all, fighting and killing in the world, how could they die at a glance, but they died at a glance. Under this strange method, it is frightening to know the reason and the unknown.

Shen Yuanzhong said just now that he was afraid and would be doomed, which was really true.

The group continued to move forward, and from a distance, they could see an extremely majestic tower, which was their purpose.

Not long after he walked again, a row of horses came towards him, and each horse was carrying a heavy load. Although the groom looked dull, he was skillful and he was an old horse gang who was proficient in this way.

This time, everyone was more careful and did not dare to distract themselves. They were all facing a great enemy, but the gang failed to make any tricks.

A disciple of Butian Sect saw the tragic situation of the disciple of Wangqing Sect and felt sad. To be fair, although the woman of Wangqing Sect is already in her thirties, she has the skills to keep her face and looks good. When she talks on weekdays, she He liked it very much. He thought that if he could come back safely, he asked someone to ask if the junior sister of the Wangqing Sect meant to remarry. After all, he was not young anymore and was obsessed with martial arts when he was young. But now I am old and I am envious of my peers, so I want to find a wife to get married. It just so happens that Butian Sect and Wangqing Sect are like a family. They are not the same sect, but they are also called senior brothers and sisters, which is just right.

Now that his wife is gone, he feels a sense of unconcealable loss.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a soft voice coming from behind him. At first, he could not hear it clearly. After a while, it became clear that it was the voice of the junior sister Wangqing Zong who was calling his name. It made him feel itchy.

This disciple of Butian Sect almost turned around, but at the last moment he reacted and couldn't help but feel scared and sweated: "Junior sister just died tragically, it must be a ghostly method!"

The voice behind him saw that the disciple of Butian Sect was unmoved, and then changed quietly, sweet, soft, and inauspicious breathing.

The disciple of Butian Sect was angry: "Oh, I am a pig? I really treat me as a fool. I won't look back today, but I want to see what you have to do."

He cursed in his heart, turned a deaf ear to the voice behind him, and just walked forward.

Because of this incident, he lost his previous caution and looked at the roadside. It was a brothel. Through the window pane, he could see a woman inside who was dressing in front of the mirror. But after a while, she seemed not satisfied, so she tore off the skin on her face, revealing her true face. Her face was green and her teeth were jagged like saw teeth. The woman spread the skin on the table, picked up a colored pen and drew a few strokes on it, then threw the pen aside, then covered her face with both hands, and instantly turned into a beautiful woman, and took out a row of neat dentures and put them in her mouth.

The disciple of the Butian Sect was shocked when he saw this scene. At this moment, someone beside him said, "Old Zhang, this is destined for Sister Fan. Don't be too sad. There are many beautiful women in the world."

That was the voice of a good senior brother. He was shocked at this moment, and didn't think much about it. He said, "I'm fine."

"I'm glad you're fine." The senior brother said again, "But the disciples of the Xuannv Sect are no worse than those of the Wangqing Sect. Look, that one is prettier than Sister Fan."

Hearing what the senior brother said, the disciple of the Butian Sect looked around. His eyes blurred and he was distracted for a moment. After a moment, he came to his senses and found that he was still standing there, but everyone had walked away. Walking at the end was a group of women in white. Judging from their backs, they should be the disciples of the Xuannv Sect mentioned by the senior brother. The disciple of the Butian Sect felt warm in his heart and quickly followed them, wanting to see a woman who was prettier than Sister Fan.

Thinking of this, he took a few quick steps and caught up with the group of women in white. Just as he was about to speak, he heard an old voice behind him: "Come back to your senses!"

This loud shout was like a spring thunder, which made the disciple of the Butian Sect wake up instantly. When he looked again, he found that they were not disciples of the Xuannv Sect, but a group of white-clothed female ghosts. Their long hair covered their faces, and only their blood-red tongues could be vaguely seen spitting out of their mouths and hanging down to their chests.

The Butian Sect disciple was so scared that he was about to retreat, but these white-clothed female ghosts refused to let him go. They appeared beside him in an instant and were about to drag him into the Chunlou on the side of the road. The door of the Chunlou had been opened at some point. The woman who was painting her eyebrows and hair stood at the door with a brush in her hand, staring at the Butian Sect disciple.

He couldn't help but scream and fell on his back.

Qin Buyi waved his hand to disperse the ghosts and came to the side of the disciple of the Butian Sect, only to see that his entire face had fallen off, as light as a piece of paper, but there was no obvious external injury on his body, as if losing a piece of face was as natural as losing a hair.

Qin Buyi sighed lightly and said loudly: "Everyone, guard the spiritual platform carefully and don't let the external evil take advantage of you."

Ghosts are somewhat similar to the demons of heaven and heart. They all look for flaws in the state of mind, and then magnify these flaws infinitely, eventually causing people's state of mind to collapse. When they attack, they are also the same as ordinary people on the surface, so even Li Xuandu and other great masters of the heaven and man realm can hardly detect it in advance, and can only look at each person's heart. If they were in the outside world, these ghosts would not be so powerful, but here in the ghost country, there are so many ghosts, occupying the right time, place and people, and the strength of all ghosts has been magnified by more than ten times, even the bloody masters of the rivers and lakes can hardly escape.