Museum of Demons

　　 Wei Yuan held up a black cloth umbrella, followed the voice of the old man's guidance, and stepped forward.

　　 It is about to rain, there are not many people on the road, it is empty, the bluestone slab is still cold, and the buildings on both sides are filled with ancient meaning.

　　 is like Daming more than a hundred years ago.

　　 Seven turns and eight turns, walked to the old town that had not had time to develop, stood still, looked up.

In front is a garden, facing the gate, is a three-story wooden building. It is not difficult to see that it used to be a very elegant place, but now, all the romantic stories have been blown away by the wind and rain. Coupled with the lack of management and overhaul, it looks a bit dilapidated.

　　 "Here, this is it."

　　 The old voice murmured with emotion.

Under the black umbrella, Wei Yuan looked down at the old man, and then at the garden. It was not so close. He grabbed a willow leaf and opened his eyes again to clearly see that there was a layer in this garden. The thick and dense black air still has a layer of light blue light on the outside.

　　 It is not difficult to guess that it was the members of the special operations team from the Weiming Sect who found this place.

　　 but somehow, he attracted the ghost that Qiniang had transformed.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and touched the blue light outside. He could clearly feel an instinct to avoid this place in his heart. Obviously it was the preparations made by the disciples of the Weiming Sect to prevent ordinary people from coming in. .

　　 If you forcibly push inside, you will be forcibly ejected.

　　 Wei Yuan pondered slightly.

　　 The old man took two steps forward, stepped out of the range of the black cloth umbrella, and said with emotion, "I'm back."

　　 "I have lived here for so many years, and have been away for so many years, and finally come back."

He stretched out his hand. For some reason, neither the blue light mask nor the black resentment in the place itself could stop him. The dusty door creaked, slowly opening inward, faintly You can 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, leading the way towards the courtyard with one hand, and said towards Wei Yuan:

　　 "Brother Wei, come in."

　　 Wei Yuan touched the piano box, nodded and walked in.

And the moment he walked into the wooden door, the two doors behind his back slammed shut, not allowing a trace of brilliance, but the original red lantern turned pale, with a turquoise light from inside, shining ghostly all the way. .

　　 There was a vague sound of suona, and the sound of singing a song.

　　 gloomy.

　　 does not seem to be liked by people.

　　 seems to be for ghosts.

　　 Finally facing the righteous master, Wei Yuan calmed down.

　　 He is carrying the piano case on his back and holding a black umbrella, calmly walking along this path, with ghost lights on both sides faintly.

　　 The sound of footsteps echoed.

　　 Step, step, step.

　　…………

　　 Fulu suspended in the air, forming a formation.

　　 then burned to ashes at a faster rate.

Zhou Yi knelt on the ground, unable to stop the bleeding of blood on her shoulders, and dyed her white shirt red. On the ground next to him, Zhao Yi lay motionless, Xuan Yi's face was as pale as a piece of paper, and she barely moved to Zhao. Next to Yi, turned him over and pressed a button on his neck, his expressionless face eased a little, and then nodded towards Zhou Yi.

　　 This means that Zhao Yi is still alive.

　　 He has no strength to speak much anymore.

　　 Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the dark and dull ghost realm, and the woman in red who was hidden in the darkness, shrouded in wisps of night mist, with a bitter look on her face.

　　 The opponent is not a ghost.

　　 This is already a ghost of the catastrophic level.

　　 They miscalculated each other's strength.

As soon as I entered here, I was involved in the ghost realm. The talisman and magic tools prepared in advance were of no use to this woman. There was no way to cause substantial harm, and there was no way to interfere with Li Gui’s emotions through language. It made him expose his flaws, tried his best, and even spared his life, but it only hurt his soul.

Failed.

　　 It’s not terrible to die here, but if you let such a fierce ghost out...

　　 Zhou Yi's eyes were firm again, she raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and glanced at Xuan Yi.

　　 Xuan Yi nodded in silence.

　　 bit his finger, wiped a mahogany sword, and quickly wrote a talisman on it.

　　 Xuan's face turned paler.

　　 And there is more red golden light on the mahogany sword.

The young man exhaled, then holding the peach wood sword, rushed towards Zhou Yi, stepped on broken steps under his feet, and quickly changed direction. Zhou Yi took out a golden talisman, sandwiched between his fingers, and whispered in his heart, "Heaven is clear, authentic." Tranquility, emptiness of humanity, today will order from the ancestor to quickly go to the Penglai realm'.

　　 Fulu burned spontaneously without wind, Zhou Yi flicked his hand to the door, and the Fulu flew out.

　　 then also holding a lightning peach wood sword, and Xuan Yi divided into two places to attack the female ghost.

　　 These two swords are already excellent among the same sect.

　　 But there is still nothing to do with the resentful ghost.

　　Xuan was first defeated, and then, in the case of losing her companion, Zhou Yi, who was slightly higher, coughed up blood and was also repelled. The peach wood sword that struck by lightning clicked and shattered into several pieces.

　　 will die today, but there is not much regret in her heart.

　　 In any case, news of devastating ghosts and calamities here has been passed on.

　　 No matter how vicious this evil spirit is, it is difficult for him to further expand his damage.

But at this moment, Zhou Yi suddenly saw a golden light flying in front of him, and then flying out from above. UU read www.uukānshu.com her face slowly solidified, and then thought of the records in the classics, and understood. What happened to this, a look of despair and unwillingness appeared on his face.

　　 In the ghost domain, all directions are upside down.

　　In this special environment, the talisman of communication is the same as the modern means of communication, and there is no way to work.

　　 "No...no!"

　　 The thought that such a ghost could still go out to harm people, Zhou Yi was frightened, and there was also great fear.

　　 Holding half of the mahogany sword, she staggered to her body, still planning to continue attacking.

The female ghost on the opposite side lowered her head, her long hair that kept dripping down violently grew. One of the strands gathered together, like an iron awl, piercing violently towards Zhou Yi, who had just exhausted her mana. With physical strength, he could only watch the long hair pierce through his heart, and Xuanyi was equally powerless and could only watch with tears.

when! !

　　 There was a crisp sound.

　　The black hair, which looked like a weapon, was held at a delicate angle, then relieved and slid away.

　　 The black hair failed to penetrate Zhou Yi's heart, but hit the ground next to him hard, splashing mud.

　　 Zhou Yi was taken aback, then turned to look.

It’s not a weapon that blocks the black hair, but an ancient piano box made of mahogany. Although that strand of black hair does not have much power, it is obvious that someone can use such a simple thing to stop the blow of a ghost. The attainments of swordsmanship far exceed Zhou Yi's understanding.

The piano box turned its direction along the way and held it upright against the ground. The visitor held the umbrella with one hand and the piano box with the other. He didn't look at Zhou Yi, whose complexion changed greatly from seeing his face, but looked calmly. The female ghost who appeared in her dreams many times before nodded and said slowly:

　　 "Quanzhou Weiyuan, invited by Qiniang, come and listen to a song."