Rebirth Profession Sells Miserably

Zi Yang took the initiative to invite Ying to come to the first attacking team this time just to investigate the cause of his master's death that year.

The original body had already turned into a pool of fleshy mud, and it had long been rotten, so he practiced as a ghost, went through hardships, and finally cultivated the entity, and entered the Yunshan Sect as a newcomer.

Although his memories of being a ghost became obscured after he was completely transformed, he still remembers those pains, his screams, his isolation, and his boundless loneliness.

Of course, in order to prevent others from recognizing it, the entity he turned into was completely different from before, and even the attributes of spiritual power were quite different.

As he spoke, the twigs that were twitching everywhere had been left far behind, and misty mist slowly rose on the surface of the water, making the road ahead become illusory.

The surrounding scenery also changed unknowingly, and black shadows that seemed far and near appeared in the fog.

"Something's wrong! Jun Youyang! Quickly turn around!" Zi Yang said quickly.

"Don't, what can you do to turn around? The owner has invited us. It's hard to be kind!" Xing Shu leaned back on the pontoon, with his hands on the back of his head, and Erlang's legs were turned upside down.

Qiuqiu stretched out his head from Xingshu's arms and yelled at Jun Youyang's back.

Zi Yang discovered that there were two shadows at the feet of Jun Youyang, who was controlling the direction of the pontoon in front of him!

One is a human shadow, and the other is a snake shadow!

Jun Youyang is possessed!

Is it possible that hidden in this secret realm is a snake demon?

"Boatman, when are we going ashore?" Xingshu asked "when will we go ashore" instead of "when will it arrive", in fact, he was guarding against some monsters' curses.

This kind of little trick, Yan Xiao has exhorted thousands of times, ghosts always need specific conditions to harm people, just like ghosts entering a house, it needs the consent of the owner, as long as you answer him inside, he can break into the house. To harm people.

If the thing in front of them wants to harm them, asking "when will it arrive" can be understood as "when is the time to die?" Then the other party only needs to answer for a period of time before they can directly jump on and bite.

"Before, that's it." Jun Youyang's original refreshing youth voice was suppressed extremely low at this moment, and with such a foggy environment, it became more and more gloomy.

Zi Yang squeezed the scimitar around his waist and stared at Jun Youyang's every move vigilantly. However, the other party was only controlling the direction of the pontoon, as if he was really just a boatman for passing tourists.

The pontoon swayed layers of ripples on the water, and soon the pontoon docked on a bank.

At the same time, Jun Youyang suddenly fell to the ground as if he had lost his support.

Xingshu helped him up, and a bit of aura ignited from his fingertips, and it hit the center of his eyebrows.

Jun Youyang then woke up leisurely, opened a pair of misty eyes, and looked at them blankly: "Huh? I seemed to be asleep just now?"

"Forget it, you are possessed by a ghost. He controlled the boat and sent us here." Xingshu used his chin to nudge the front.

Jun Youyang followed Xingshu's line of sight and found that there was a village in front of him. They were facing the entrance of the village, with two red lanterns hanging on both sides of the door.

Under the dim light of the red lantern, you can vaguely see the three characters on the plaque-Luoyan Village.

"How can there be villages in the secret realm?" Jun Youyang was confused.

"Illusion." Zi Yang said as he walked a few steps forward, but with these few steps, the surrounding environment instantly changed. The originally clear and cold shore suddenly became lively, and there were boats coming and going on the dock. , Sent a large wave of people.

Among those people, there are adults and children.

The adults greeted each other, and the children each carried a red lantern in their hands, running and jumping, laughing, clapping and singing.

Xing Shu listened carefully, and vaguely discerned a few lyrics from the child’s leaky mouth and the local accent—

"Click to marry your mother, click to marry your mother, click to marry your mother under the red hijab. New wife, where, new wife, where, hurry up and choose the right one to enter the bridal chamber..."