Farming in the Immortal Mansion

This made Ye Ling secretly sigh. For those evil ghosts, Zi Xuan was their biggest threat, causing them to disappear from time to time and turn into soul stones.

Seeing Ye Ling silent, Zi Xuan asked: "Master, do you think these soul stones are not enough? Then I will catch some more ghosts to refine!"

Ye Ling shook his head: "I was thinking, for these ghost cultivators in the ghost market, once they know that there is a person who specializes in making soul stones with ghost cultivation, will they be scared and panic, and even no ghosts dare to go out to shop!"

Zi Xuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She took Ye Ling's arm and smiled: "Am I that scary? But Come to think of it, the demons and monsters in the ghost market thought that this place was far away from the hustle and bustle and had been peaceful for a long time, but suddenly I, a big devil, broke in! If these little ghosts were obedient, it would be fine. If they dared to be rude to us, I would refine them into soul stones! Anyway, we are walking sideways in the ghost street! "

Ye Ling smiled and ate candied haws while spreading his spiritual sense, paying attention to the female ghost holding a shadow puppet on the dance floor. She was faceless, which made Ye Ling stunned.

And this faceless female ghost seemed to have noticed Ye Ling's spiritual sense, and turned her head and nodded to him.

"Oh! Master, why are you looking at her? It's so ugly!"

Zi Xuan pulled Ye Ling away from the dance pavilion: "I'll take you to the boat ride! The female ghosts there are better looking, playing music, singing, dancing, much more interesting than the shadow play."

The two came to the underground river, and heard the sound of stringed instruments from a distance, coming from far away, and with the sound of water, it seemed particularly clear.

And on the river bank, there were a few child-like ghosts setting off river lanterns.

Zixuan squatted down, exchanged the half string of candied haws in her hand for the river lantern with the little ghost, turned around and smiled at Ye Ling: "Master, make a wish!"

Ye Ling smiled bitterly: "This is a river of the underworld. After the Yulan Festival, the river lanterns are released to commemorate the dead! The little ghosts are playing and ignorant. If you must make a wish, you should release lanterns! Just like the bright lanterns floating above the ghost market."

Zixuan suddenly realized: "So that's it! I don't know much about the rules of your human race, I just think the river lanterns are fun. Hey, you little ghosts, you can't release river lanterns randomly, it's mourning, it's unlucky!"

When Zixuan said this, the little boys and girls all cried:

"I'm here to commemorate my grandfather!"

"I miss my father. He was captured by the ghosts of the underworld and never came back! It was my mother who told me to come to the river to release river lanterns."

Zixuan couldn't help but frowned when she heard this. It turned out that the little ghosts knew that releasing river lanterns was a good way to express their wishes. Meaning: "The ghosts of the Netherworld captured your father? Aren't you under the jurisdiction of the Netherworld Cave? Why did the ghosts capture your father?"

The little girl said innocently: "A while ago, the ghosts were catching ghosts everywhere. Anyone who was strong and healthy was captured to dig the Yellow Spring Road leading to the Netherworld Cave. My father was worried about us and didn't want to go, but he was still forcibly taken away by the ghosts. Later, he must have been killed by the ghosts, and his soul lamp was extinguished!"

Ye Ling took a deep breath: "Is this true? The ghosts of the Netherworld are extremely hateful! The Netherworld Cave is sealed, and the so-called Yellow Spring Road is either a secret road leading to the Netherworld Cave, or it is an attempt to break the seal!"

"Hey, it seems that under the jurisdiction of the Netherworld Cave, ghosts are also divided into good and evil! Most of the ghosts in the ghost market must be the people of my Wu country. After their death, their souls were brought here. And the ghosts of the Netherworld Cave don't even let ghosts go! No wonder there are more women than men on the ghost street."