Ghost puzzle: send me a ghost every day

Climbing all the way to the top of the mountain, Bai Ye and the fat man came to a quaint wooden gate together.

The plaque above the wooden door is engraved with three large characters of the dragon flying phoenix dance.

———— the House of the Mist Lord.

At the moment of seeing the wooden door, Bai Ye's expression became a little solemn, and the temperature around him dropped.

"What's wrong, boss?" Looking

at the sudden change of breath in the white night in front of him, the fat man felt strange, looked around vigilantly, and asked suspiciously.

"It doesn't seem simple here. Hearing

the fat man's voice, Bai Ye couldn't help but wave his hand, walked towards the gate of the Mist Monarch's residence, and reached out to hold the stone ring on the door.

This wooden door is a material with the sealing wooden box of the Ghost Bureau.

Such a big wooden door here, sealed inside, will definitely not be an ordinary ghost.

Whatever is sealed, it's over.

When Bai Ye thought of this, he did not delay, and reached out to push the wooden door in front of him.

As soon as I touched the copper ring on the door, I felt refreshed in the white night, as if bathed in the spring sun.

But in a second, this feeling changed again, the temperature dropped dramatically, and a cold rushed down the door knocker to Bai Ye's right hand, and in an instant Bai Ye's right hand was wrapped in black mist, and even broke through the blockade of ghost skin.

"Groove.

"What's going on?"

the fat man's exclamation followed.

A violent ghost qi suddenly rose from Bai Ye's body, blocking out his black mist and preventing the mist from eroding his body.

At the same time, his other empty left hand quickly raised and slammed towards the gate of the Mist Monarch's residence.

Boom~

A muffled sound came.

The closed door trembled with a groan, and then slowly opened.

"This..."

Bai Ye was a little dumbfounded.

Without

waiting for him to react, a figure slowly stepped out from the Fog Monarch's residence and appeared in his line of sight.

It was a man who looked to be about thirty years old, with a short beard and a blue shirt.

The appearance is ordinary, but the eyes are exceptionally bright, revealing depth and wisdom.

The moment he saw the man clearly, a trace of shock appeared on Bai Ye's face.

The aura emanating from this person's body, I am afraid that among all the people that Bai Ye has seen, only the old man from Hua Tianfu at the beginning can compete with him.

And......

Bai Ye no longer knew how to describe this feeling, only felt that the other party had traces of years precipitated, calm and vast

: "Is this Yan Luo's momentum." Bai Ye thought to himself.

"Young man, you are here. The

blue-shirted man's tone was extremely calm, and he glanced at Bai Ye.

Then he looked at the black mist still attached to Bai Ye's arm, and paused slightly.

Bai Ye only felt that the blood of his entire arm seemed to have stagnated, and the ghost blood in his body was used, absorbing the black mist alive until he used it for himself.

The blue-shirted man in front of him invited Bai Ye and the fat man into the courtyard.

This Mist Monarch House is not very big, the furnishings are several generations ago, and there is nothing to eat when looking around.

When Bai Ye and the fat man came up, Father Chen briefly introduced.

This mountain is the ancestral land of the Chen family, and it is said that the Chen family once produced a great power, and it was also stable in the upper class in Yan Luo, and it was on this mountain that they lived.

It's just that later, that mighty duel with the opponent, although he narrowly won, he also injured the root and had already left the Chen family.

Since the departure of the mighty, the ancestral land has been sealed, and except for the occasional worship at the foot of the mountain, no one dares to come up.

It is said that recently people who worship at the foot of the mountain often die or disappear, which caused the Chen family to be alerted and began to investigate the mountain.

Father Chen was begging Bai Ye to come over to help, naturally there would be no words to hide, and there should be no living people on this mountain.

Although the person in front of him is thin and pale, it does not look like he has been trapped in the mountains for a long time.

But he's not a ghost either.

There is only one possibility, and he must be the remnant of the mighty.

It is said that when you reach the Yan Luo level, you can distinguish the residual thoughts.

Bai Ye has not seen a Yan Luo-level powerhouse since he became a ghost emperor, naturally he has not seen the so-called residual thoughts, all this is just Bai Ye's speculation.

"What do you call you?"

asked Bai Ye first, in order to determine what was in his mind.

"I am for Chen Jinghuan. "

Chen Jinghuan?" the fat man almost dropped his jaw when he heard the name.

"Heavenly Master Chen Jinghuan, is that Heavenly Master Chen Jinghuan of the Chen family?" This

name Bai Ye naturally did not know, and the fat man hurriedly explained.

"Old Chen, just scythe his father, when I rescued him and paid homage to him, he didn't tell me.

"Their Chen family is the descendant of Heavenly Master Chen Jinghuan!" "Heavenly Master Chen Jinghuan

, alas, that Yan Luo powerhouse, life must be proud

!" "I heard that he was a leader in the generation of ghost warriors at that time. The

fat man almost jumped up unhappily, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, walked to Bai Ye's side, pointed to the blue-shirted man and asked.

"You fart, Heavenly Master has long left SH City, how long has it been gone. "

Maybe it's ancient." The

fat man was unrestrained, but he didn't feel presumptuous.

Bai Ye glared at the fat man, and the fat man knew that he was excessive, after all, he couldn't beat the blue-shirted man on the opposite side at present, and he relied on Bai Ye to support the scene.

When the man saw the fat man say this, he was not angry, beckoned the two to sit down, waved his hand, and had three more glasses of wine.

"Yes, Heavenly Master Chen Jinghuan, maybe he will die drunk in which corner. The

man took a drink and said to himself.

And I, as a remnant of him, may have been forgotten by him.

Bai Ye knew that the other party was just a residual thought, and his heart sank a lot, although there were many ghost puzzles on his body, but if he really hardened up, it was estimated that the fat man would be folded here.

"If you don't mind, I'm a little curious about Your Excellency's story. Bai

Ye picked up the wine glass and drank it in front of the man, and the fat man also learned the same.

Not to mention that alcohol can dissipate worry, the blue-shirted man has not spoken to anyone for hundreds of years, and he talks endlessly for a while.

"I'm just a part of what Chen Jinghuan left behind. At

first, what the blue-shirted man told was no different from what Father Chen told Bai Ye, Chen Jinghuan killed the enemy and healed his injuries in the back mountain.

But what outsiders didn't know was that due to the severity of the injury, there was no outstanding person on the side who could help Heavenly Master Chen Jinghuan heal his injuries, and Chen Jinghuan was exhausted and unable to cope alone.

Finally, one day he could not suppress the violent ghost riot on his body, and almost lost control and destroyed the whole clan.

Chen Jinghuan naturally couldn't let such a thing happen, so he took out the ghost puzzle that was the biggest riot in his body, asked the clansmen to get the wood to seal the ghost, and built the fog monarch house to seal the ghost puzzle.

Just in case, Chen Jinhuan split a remnant of the idea and stayed here to suppress the ghost puzzle.

When the matter was over, Chen Jinhuan left alone to find a way to heal his injuries.

Originally, he said that if he found the method, he would come back and take the ghost puzzle.

"But he has been gone for hundreds of years, and there is still no trace." The

blue-shirted man sighed and continued.

"At first, I was able to suppress the ghost puzzle in the house, but as time went by, my strength became weaker and weaker.

"Probably, as a residual thought, I have reached the end and can't control it."

"It's just a pity that I can't leave this wooden house."

"Otherwise, I would have to go to Master Chen Jinghuan in person."

"I'm one of his too, could he have forgotten?"