In the bleak night, the female ghost in the costume almost forgot about it...... I can laugh myself.

As the song just sung, they resented the heavens and the earth and hated their own incompetence, and tonight they were determined to die to end that miserable and dark life.

They thought ......

Nothing will be going to be better.

But Meng Fan just fell from the sky, and with his devastating strength, he let them see the light again.

They didn't know whether to laugh and cry or laugh bitterly.

The scene just now is really like a dream, I'm really afraid that when I wake up from the dream, everything will still be the same.

But now they are pulling the sleeves of their benefactors, and they can still feel the temperature on their benefactors, which means that this is not a dream!

"Benefactors, they all deserve to die, they are worse than the people in the play!"

The female ghosts told Meng Fan about the miserable experiences over the years, Meng Fan pursed his lips and listened quietly, while the female ghost spoke, and took him into a room, where there were several rows of bookshelves, which were full of books, most of which were very dilapidated, and looked like they were some years old.

"Benefactor, they stole everything in this house, they like to steal books the most, and those devil soldiers also help them steal it, it's really bad!" said the female ghost, pointing to the bookshelf.

Meng Fan glanced at the books on the shelves, there were thousands of them, and there were some mysterious spells and exercises, this huge number, if it was lost, it would definitely be a big loss for the Daomen.

At this time, there was no time to take a closer look, Meng Fan put these books into the Qiankun space, and then glanced at the entire house, made sure that there was nothing, and walked out with the female ghost.

"No, benefactor, there are still things, I once saw that archmage sneakily move out of a small box from here, and tell his subordinates something, that box must be good in it!"

As she spoke, the female ghost returned to the room just now, rummaging through it, and the other female ghosts followed suit, but after searching for a long time, she didn't find anything.

"I'll take a look. ”

Meng Fan waved his hand at these female ghosts, and then performed the Dream Dao Technique.

After the purple qi entered his body, his dream path technique also underwent some wonderful changes, and his eyes could see through some things, which he discovered when he was studying the Four Elephant Lock Box.

At that time, I thought that I could only see it by integrating the body of the fugue into the box, but later I found that even if I was separated from a distance, I could still see the inside of the box, but unfortunately there was a formation prohibition inside the box, and I could only see the pitch black.

But in the current environment, it should still work.

After performing the Dream Dao Technique, Meng Fan glanced at the room, and what made his face blush was that when he found that his gaze swept over the female ghosts, he could actually see their graceful bodies through their costumes......

"Benefactor, are you not feeling well?"

Seeing Meng Fan's face flushed, these female ghosts didn't know why, and asked out with concern.

"Ahem!"

Meng Fan raised his hand and put it to his mouth, coughed dryly, and said secretly in his heart: "I can even see through the ghost's clothes...... It's a little unkind. ”

Then he said, "Everyone leave the house first, and I'll cast a spell to check this room." ”

"Wow. The female ghosts naturally obeyed Meng Fan's words and immediately walked outside.

Only then did Meng Fan perform the Dream Dao Technique again, entered the fugue state, carefully scanned the room, and sure enough, he found that under the floor tiles in a corner, there was a faint secret door, and there happened to be a small box inside.

"This is it!"

Meng Fan walked to the corner, smashed the floor tile with a punch, and took out the box from inside.

When the female ghost heard the movement, she ran in again, pointed to the box and said, "Yes, this is it!"

Meng Fan used the Dream Dao Technique to look inside the box again, and there was nothing strange about it, so he opened it with confidence.

Inside the box was an old yellowed photograph, as well as an equally yellowed letterhead.

But it was this photo that set off a monstrous wave in Meng Fan's heart!

There are two people standing in the photo, an old Taoist priest with crane hair and a childish face, and a middle-aged man dressed in Oriental clothes.

The middle-aged man's robe was printed with a chrysanthemum logo, it should be a person from the Nine Chrysanthemum Gate, and his appearance was quite similar to that of Archmage Zimu, according to the time marked on the photo, this person was estimated to be the ancestor of Archmage Zimu.

Two men are standing in a warehouse-like building, smiling at the camera.

What shocked Meng Fan was that on the ground behind the two of them, there was a huge creature with two feet, four claws, and a long tail......

If nothing else, it's a dragon!

And the old Taoist priest was holding a glass bottle in his hand, and there was a flocculent mist floating in it, because it was a black and white old photo, the color of the mist was a little black, and his intuition told Meng Fan that the mist in the old Taoist's hand was the dragon qi he dreamed of!

"Is it dragon energy?"

Meng Fan became anxious, and picked up the letterhead again and looked at it, but unfortunately the text on it was Japanese, and he didn't know all of them.

"Benefactor, I know these words. A female ghost raised her finger, pointed at herself, pursed her lips and said, "Those ghost soldiers want me to sing Oriental songs to them, and they have taught me some words." ”

"Thank you. Meng Fan nodded slightly and handed the letterhead to the female ghost.

The female ghost glanced at the letterhead and read it slowly......

"In 1934, there was a dragon falling in Yingkou, China, I Jiujumen got a secret report, the starry night and the night, in the night of the rainstorm, the falling dragon was transported back to China, but the ghost happened again and again, the people who transported the dragon, all died, and there were black clouds in the sky...... After that, please visit the Taoist priest to help, eliminate the bad luck, and get peace...... However, the Taoist priest was treacherous, stealing the dragon's qi and returning to China, causing the dragon to fall useless...... The people of Wu Jiuju Sect must kill this person and recover the stolen dragon qi. ”

Meng Fan listened quietly and quickly understood the whole story.

It turned out that in the early years, the people of Jiujumen stole a falling dragon from Zhonghua Yingkou and transported it back to the East, and then something terrible happened, the people who transported the dragon died, and then they invited a Taoist priest who traveled to the East to cast a spell to remove bad luck, which was the old Taoist priest with a childish face in the photo, and the old Taoist priest was very cunning, and extracted the most precious dragon qi from the fallen body, and ran back to China。

After hard investigation, the people of Jiuju Sect learned that the old Taoist priest was called Qu Zhengping, and ordered the people to kill the old Taoist priest and recover the stolen dragon qi!

"It seems that Archmage Zimu has come here for many reasons. Meng Fan rubbed his eyebrows, "However, the old Taoist priest surnamed Qu is really good, but I don't know if the dragon qi is still in the world......

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