Wei Yuan held a black cloth umbrella and followed the old man's voice pointing the way, and walked forward.
It was about to rain, and there were not many people on the road. It was empty. The bluestone slabs still had a faint chill, and the buildings on both sides were filled with ancient style.
It was like the Ming Dynasty more than a hundred years ago.
After turning seven or eight times, he came to the old city that had not yet been developed. He stopped and looked up.
There was a garden in front, and facing the gate was a three-story wooden building. It was not difficult to see that this was once a very elegant place, but now, all the romantic stories have been blown away by wind and rain, and coupled with the lack of management and maintenance, it looks a bit dilapidated.
"We're here."
The old voice sighed softly.
Under the black umbrella, Wei Yuan looked down at the old man, and then looked at the garden. It was not so easy to get close here. He picked up a willow leaf and opened his eyes again. He could clearly see that there was a thick and dense black gas inside the garden, and there was a layer of light blue light outside.
It is not difficult to guess that the special action team members from Weiming Sect found this place.
But somehow, the evil spirit transformed by Qi Niang was attracted again.
Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and touched the layer of blue light outside. He could clearly feel an instinct to avoid this place in his heart. It was obviously a preparation made by the disciples of Weiming Sect to prevent ordinary people from breaking in.
If you force your way in, you will be ejected.
Wei Yuan pondered slightly.
The old man took two steps forward, slightly out of the range of the black umbrella, and said with emotion: "I'm back."
"I've lived here for so many years, and left for so many years, and finally I'm back."
He stretched out his hand. For some reason, the blue light shield and the black resentment of this place itself could not stop him. The dusty door creaked and slowly opened inside. One could vaguely see a small path facing the gate and red lanterns on both sides of the road.
The old man stood sideways at the door, slightly bent over, and led the way into the yard with one hand, saying to Wei Yuan:
"Brother Wei, come in."
Wei Yuan touched the piano case, nodded, stepped forward, and walked in.
And the moment he walked into the wooden door, the two doors behind him slammed shut, not letting in a trace of light, and the originally red lanterns turned pale, with a green light inside, illuminating the way with a ghostly aura.
The sound of suona and singing came faintly.
The air was chilling.
It didn't seem like something people liked.
It seemed to be for ghosts to hear.
Finally, he had to face the real master, and Wei Yuan's heart calmed down.
He carried the zither case on his back, held a black umbrella, and walked calmly on the path, with ghost lights on both sides.
The footsteps echoed.
Step, step, step.
.........
The talisman was suspended in the air, forming a formation.
Then it burned to ashes at a faster speed.
Zhou Yi half-knelt on the ground, blood could not stop flowing from his shoulder, staining his white shirt red. On the ground next to him, Zhao Yi lay motionless. Xuan Yi's face was as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. He barely moved to Zhao Yi's side, turned him over, pressed on his neck, and his expressionless face eased a little, and then nodded to Zhou Yi.
This meant that Zhao Yi was still alive.
He no longer had the energy to speak.
Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the dark and dark ghostland around him, and the woman in red who was hiding in the darkness and shrouded in wisps of night fog, with a bitter look on his face.
The other party was not a fierce ghost.
This was already a ghost of the disaster level.
They had misjudged the other party's strength.
As soon as they entered here, they were drawn into the ghostland. The talismans and magic tools prepared in advance were of no use to the woman. There was no way to cause substantial damage, nor could they interfere with the ghost's emotions through language, causing it to reveal its flaws. They tried their best, even at the cost of their lives, but only injured a soul.
Failed.
It was not terrible to die here, but if such a fierce ghost was allowed to go out...
Zhou Yi's eyes were firm again, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and glanced at Xuan Yi.
Xuan Yi nodded silently.
He bit his finger, wiped a peach wood sword, and quickly wrote a talisman on it.
Xuan Yi's face turned even paler.
And the peach wood sword also had a red-gold light.
The young man exhaled, then held the peach wood sword and rushed towards Zhou Yi, stepping on small steps and changing directions quickly. Zhou Yi took out a golden talisman, clamped it between his fingers, and whispered silently in his heart, "The way of heaven is clear, the way of earth is peaceful, and the way of man is empty and quiet. Now I will follow the order of the ancestor and go to Penglai quickly."
The talisman ignited without wind, and Zhou Yi threw his hand out of the door, and the talisman flew out.
Then he also held a thunder-struck peach wood sword, and attacked the female ghost with Xuan Yi in two places.
This Liangyi sword is already outstanding among the same sect.
But it still can't do anything to the ghost with strong resentment.
Xuan Yi was defeated first, and then, after losing his companion, Zhou Yi, who was slightly more advanced in Taoism, coughed up blood and was also beaten back. The lightning-struck peach wood sword broke into several pieces with a crack.
She would die today, but she did not have much regret in her heart.
In any case, the news that there was a disaster caused by evil ghosts here had been passed on.
No matter how vicious this evil ghost was, it would be difficult to further expand the damage.
But at this moment, Zhou Yi suddenly saw a golden light flying in front of her, and then flew out from above her. Her face slowly solidified, and then she thought of the records in the classics, understood what was going on, and a look of despair and unwillingness appeared on her face.
In the ghost domain, everything was upside down.
In this special environment, the communication talismans and modern communication methods had no effect.
"No... No!"
When Zhou Yi thought that such a ghost could still go out to harm people, she was shocked and angry, and also showed great fear.
She held a half-peach wood sword, staggered to her feet, and planned to continue attacking.
The female ghost on the opposite side lowered her head, and her long hair that kept dripping down suddenly grew. One strand of it gathered together, like an iron awl, and pierced Zhou Yi violently. Zhou Yi had just exhausted her magic power and physical strength, and could only watch the long hair pierce her heart. Xuan Yi was also powerless and could only watch with bloodshot eyes.
Dang!!!
A crisp sound.
The black hair, like a weapon, was held at a delicate angle, then unloaded and slid away.
The black hair failed to pierce Zhou Yi's heart, but hit the ground next to it heavily, splashing mud.
Zhou Yi was stunned and turned to look.
What blocked the black hair was not a weapon, but an ancient mahogany violin case. Although the black hair did not have much power, the visitor was able to use such a simple thing to block the attack of the evil ghost. Obviously, his attainments in swordsmanship far exceeded Zhou Yi's understanding.
The violin case turned around and stood upright against the ground. The visitor held the violin case with one hand and one hand. He did not look at Zhou Yi, whose face changed drastically because of seeing his face. He just calmly looked at the female ghost who appeared in his dream many times, nodded, and slowly said:
"Wei Yuan of Quanzhou, invited by Qi Niang, came to listen to a song."