The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

Looking at the red-dressed woman lying on the ground in front of him, whose life or death was unknown, Zheng Wanshan also exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"When I came, only this person was alive." Matthew said lightly.

After speaking, he sent out a wisp of spiritual energy and sank into the body of the red-dressed woman.

In an instant, a wisp of red air floated out of the red-dressed woman's body.

But before the red air dissipated, Matthew reached out and grabbed it.

Suddenly, a woman's screaming voice came from the red air.

"Senior, spare my life, senior, spare my life!"

Matthew had a blank expression on his face. After a ball of purple light emerged from his palm and wrapped the red air, he threw the purple light to Zheng Wanshan.

"This is your Zheng family's business, you come and ask." Matthew said lightly.

Zheng Wanshan held the purple light in both hands, bowed deeply to Matthew, and then began to ask the red air in the purple light.

He was smart and knew that the red air was afraid of Matthew, not himself.

He did not leave this place, and asked in front of Matthew.

After questioning, Hong Qi was honest.

She called herself Hongxia, and was a ghost that had been born with intelligence.

She said that she had just come here some time ago.

When she came to Zhengjia Village, she found that there were only corpses here, and there was no living person.

She had no place to live, so she stayed here.

The previous explosion was caused by it accidentally touching the mechanism left by the previous people.

Zheng Wanshan did not believe Hongxia's words.

But Hongxia's cultivation was only equivalent to the foundation-building stage. It was almost impossible for her to completely deal with the people in the village with her strength.

"Let's go to the place where you said the latter part of the Lotus Sword Art is stored first." Seeing that Zheng Wanshan could not ask anything for a while, Matthew said.

He came here for the latter part of the art. As for the affairs of Zhengjia Village, he was not interested in knowing, and he did not intend to care.

Hearing this, Zheng Wanshan immediately stood up, stuffed the purple light into his sleeves, and left with Matthew.

After wandering around the village for a while, the two came to a temple.

The temple looked simple and quaint, and the bluestone walls were weathered by the years, but the overall structure was still stable.

The two old trees in front of the door were lush and luxuriant, adding a bit of solemnity to the temple.

After arriving here, Matthew frowned slightly, and when Zheng Wanshan was about to go in, he reached out to stop him.

Matthew took out a green mirror from his sleeve and injected his magic power into the mirror.

Immediately, a green light shot into the temple.

In an instant, the scene of the temple began to distort and deform like ripples on the water.

The temple, which originally looked quite majestic, instantly revealed its true face.

A completely collapsed ruin.

Broken walls and rubble all over the ground.

What is even more frightening is that in this ruin, there are some dried corpses scattered.

Their expressions are painful and distorted, and they obviously suffered great torture before they died.

Seeing this, Matthew immediately took out the Qinglong Breaking Ban Mirror.

The surface of this mirror was engraved with dragon patterns, emitting a faint green light.

He pointed the mirror at the ancestral hall, and saw the green light flowing on the mirror, and beams of light shot out, illuminating the entire ruins.

As the green light shone, the surrounding environment began to change more dramatically.

The originally peaceful and peaceful village instantly turned into a hell on earth.

The air also began to smell fishy and rotten.

Intermittent crying and wailing came from afar.

Houses, trees, land, and even the sky were shrouded in a layer of dark mist.

Zheng Wanshan was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

He now realized that everything he saw when he came in was an illusion, and a major change must have happened in Zhengjia Village.

Zheng Wanshan immediately took out the purple light from his sleeve, looked at the red air with cold eyes and said: "I'll give you one chance, tell me everything that happened here. Otherwise, I will torture you for the rest of my life!"

When Zheng Wanshan said this, his breathing was a little rapid, and his face became extremely cold.

After the red air rolled, it turned into the appearance of a woman in red, only the size of a fist.

Looking at Zheng Wanshan's extremely gloomy face, the villain who called himself Hongxia knelt with his legs bent, begging for mercy.

"It's none of my business. It was like this when I came. It's really none of my business."

At this time, purple needles emerged from the purple light.

The light ball transformed by the purple light was not big to begin with, and now such needles grew inside. Hongxia would be pierced by the needles as long as she moved.

Hongxia's wailing continued to be heard from the purple light.

Matthew and Zheng Wanshan both looked at Hongxia expressionlessly.

After about an incense stick, Hongxia's body had become almost transparent.

"It was done by the Ghost Mother of Caiyun. I was stationed here under her orders!" Finally, Hongxia couldn't hold on any longer and shouted loudly.

"We in Zhengjia Village pay tribute to the Ghost Mother of Caiyun every year. Why would she attack our village!" After hearing the name of the Ghost Mother of Caiyun, Zheng Wanshan showed a hint of fear in his eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and asked.