Seeking immortality in a deceitful way starts by making oneself into a puppet

Mobei is a remote and sparsely populated place. In order to facilitate communication when the Huma Gang is operating, they usually use the tune of "Ghost Wolf Jia" as their secret code.

The swordsman took out the bamboo slipper and blew the whistle.

Woohoo~

As the wind suddenly trembled, the unique tune of Ghost Langjia sounded. The sound was very strange at first glance. It sounded like a needle had been inserted into the ear, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The tune of the Hu Ma Gang is high and low, intermittent and continuous. Ordinary people cannot understand the code in the sound of the Hu Ma Gang, but the members of the Hu Ma Gang are familiar with it.

As long as there are a few miles around, members of the Huma Gang must rush there immediately once they hear the call of Ghost Langji. If they are delayed or ignored, they must be dealt with seriously according to the gang rules.

Originally, the ghost and wolf war had been blowing for so long, and the two separate groups of people should have rushed over.

However, after half a stick of incense was passed between Shen Xingshi and the swordsmen from the Hu Ma Gang, there was no response from the village.

Head Shen Er had a gloomy face. He stood in the middle of the road, keeping an eye on the two intersections before and after the street, but there was no movement for a long time. There were no unnecessary sounds of people or horses in the village, only dead silence.

"wrong……"

Suddenly, a member of the Huma Gang seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes widened in horror.

"I remembered that there was a rumor in Beifu Prefecture. There was once a village that suffered a disaster one day. All the men, women, and children in the village were not spared. Later, for some unknown reason, this village turned into a ghost village. .”

This man couldn't seem to stop talking.

"People in Beifu Prefecture call this ghost village the Wandering Soul Village. This village has become a spirit. It is not rooted in the original location, but it seems to have grown legs and wanders around. Its whereabouts are erratic. It has not been known for hundreds of years. How many people have been harmed?”

He murmured: "Wandering Soul Village, it's hard for the soul to return. It can go in, but it can't get out. It has no roots when it comes to life, and it has no grave when it dies..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

His companions were furious.

"What the hell, God... I've traveled across Mobei for so many years, how come I've never encountered one? Don't talk nonsense here."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a long, shrill, weird laugh.

Hahahaha

Everyone was startled, listened, looked around, and suddenly discovered that this weird laughter seemed to be coming from a nearby house.

"Who is there? Pretend to be a ghost and come out!"

Shen Xingshi waved his right hand and shot out several locust stones and threw them into the room on the left, making only the sound of crackling earthen jars.

"……no one?!"

He was stunned for a moment, but he couldn't help feeling chilly. It was not because of the temperature.

"Hahahaha……"

Sharp laughter came from the earth-walled hut on the right again, and Shen Xingshi's face turned to the right, facing the right side of the long street. He shivered violently, with goosebumps all over his body, and the cold air was as pervasive as ice.

He saw a face emerging from behind a wall on the side of the street.

If it were just a face, it would be nothing, but this face and its facial features were as big as a wheel or a big millstone.

Every one of the swordsmen present opened their eyes wide and looked at this weird giant face with an expression of disbelief.

he he he he he! !

More laughter came from all directions - some sounded like old people, children, or women, some sounded like wolves howling or foxes, and some couldn't tell what kind of monster they were. laughter.

Sitting on the horse, Shen Xingshi's pupils shrank for a while, and he felt fear in his heart. He felt that there was an undercurrent surging in the night around him. Could it be that his group had really stepped into a forbidden place where evil spirits and evil spirits were entrenched.

"Wandering Soul Village...did we really break into Wandering Soul Village by mistake?"

…

Wandering Soul Village. A forbidden place for strangers to avoid.

At the end of this long street, an ancient ancestral temple stands quietly.

The plaque hanging in front of the ancestral hall is tilted to one side, and the four characters "Chen's Ancestral Hall" are still vaguely visible.

The ground is covered with thick leaves. When the wind blows, the leaves spin and roll up, like paper money used in memorial ceremonies.

In this ancestral hall, dirty white silk threads are hung everywhere, densely hanging in all directions. On the walls, patios, and beam pillars, as long as there are gaps, there are white silk threads hanging as far as the eye can see.

This place has been uninhabited for a long time, but it smells like burning incense candles and paper money.

"Sister, how long...are we going to hide here?"

Cheng Zhi’s voice was as small as a gnat.

"It will be during the day... I hope we can go out during the day."

His sister replied in a haggard voice.

Cheng Zhi could tell that his sister probably didn't have much confidence either.

After all, in order to escape, they really broke into a very dangerous place.

"Wandering Ghost Village...it turns out that the legend is true. Also, how did my sister find this place?"

Cheng Zhi was filled with confusion.

At this moment, he was hiding in the ancestral hall on Long Street of Youhunzhai, and it was a hidden room in the deepest part of the ancestral hall.

This room is hung with white silk ribbons like other places in the ancestral hall. The only difference is that there is a table here. There are layers of black spiritual tablets on the table.

Cheng Zhi and his sister Cheng Yujiao hid under the table with the memorial tablets, which was also the safest place in the ancestral hall.

"This is the Wandering Soul Village. If we want to avoid the one named Shen this time... we have no other choice but to use this Ghost Village."

Cheng Yujiao bit his lips tightly.

"If the person named Shen dares to come in, he will definitely not be able to come back alive."

If they were not at the end of their rope, why would the two siblings choose this most dangerous path.

"But it seems we can't get out either."

Cheng Zhi could only smile bitterly. He secretly looked out from the table legs. Not far from the table where the spiritual tablets were placed, he could see a pair of feet wearing black cloth shoes, stepping on the floor. If the camera continued to look up, The owner of the visible feet was wearing black clothes, holding a shabby black umbrella in his hand, and stood strangely in the center of the ancestral hall.

——It was like deliberately blocking the way for the two of them.

…

In the strange village, the dark wind whimpered low, causing the few crude windows and wooden doors to sway.

At the east entrance of the village, a burst of mist suddenly drifted in, and then strange figures were seen, carrying a paper sedan, straight into the Wandering Soul Village.

"Is there really something weird about this place?"

He Ping in the sedan used magic to track and finally found the Wandering Soul Village. Although he was in the sedan, he had already noticed that the Wandering Soul Village was not simple.

"This place should be thirty miles away from Sui'an City. Why have I never heard of a long-abandoned village in this area?"

He Ping's eyes were gloomy.

If he knew that the inside of Wandering Soul Village was so weird, he might not choose to break in proactively, but would stay on the outside and wait and see.

But this weird village is a ghost land, and it has a vague relationship with the nether world. His "paper puppet technique" also relies on the convenience of the nether world to travel between the two realms of yin and yang. The sedan is in the process of traveling through the nether world. In the middle, he was drawn into the village by a whirlpool-like force.

He Ping's face was very ugly, which was exactly the opposite of his plan. He was a very cautious person. He just gambled his luck when he went out this time to see if he could dig up anything. It was not him who got into trouble rashly. habit.

"The Qi of this area is extremely disordered, and there is a 'ghost wall' on the outside. This should be a ghost land parallel to the Nether World... If I want to forcefully break through, I'm afraid it will cost a lot of energy. It's better to wait until daylight. When the head shines high, the yin energy is greatly reduced. One will disappear and the other will increase. It will be much easier to get rid of it."

Under normal circumstances, this is the best approach, but this may not be the case now.

He Ping could feel the strong hostility emanating from this ghost land...

This hostility is not directed at him, but at all living people who step into this area.