In the dark and dreary sky, a group of ghosts that were black and oppressive, like lead clouds, were constantly circling, like vultures staring at carrion, gathered together.

And below, a middle-aged man wearing a long shirt with wide sleeves and a long beard on his face stood suspended in mid-air, unmoving, as if he didn't know that the ghost above had taken him as a prey.

In the high air, the soul wind was fierce, blowing his clothes and wide sleeves fluttering, but the middle-aged man only focused on holding up a square and cylindrical object in his hand, looking towards the slope mountain village below.

If Song Jianqiu or Zhou Qingli saw the item in the middle-aged man's hand, they would immediately recognize it, isn't this a SLR camera?!

When the middle-aged man pointed the camera at Poshan Village, one finger was also constantly pressing the shutter, making a slight clicking sound, which was almost exactly the same as the camera in the sun!

In fact, the technological products of the modern yang world have already infiltrated into the underworld unconsciously.

Although there is no high technology developed here, but a simple technology product like a camera can still be easily imitated, even if there is no film, no battery, but since soul power is a kind of energy, it can naturally be used to drive machinery.

In fact, the real machinery driven by soul power already exists in the underworld, but it has not yet formed a scale because of the inconvenience of circulation.

The middle-aged man used a single-lens reflex camera with a huge lens, but he was wearing clothes made in the Han Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty, which looked really out of place, which made people unacceptable for a while.

The middle-aged man stood at this high altitude, but like a gossip reporter, looking through the lens, looking at Poshan Village, a kilometer away.

He moved the camera and shot at the distance for a while, before he looked up at the ghosts gathered in the sky, and when he thought that they might not be able to resist attacking him, he hid the camera in his wide sleeve, turned and left.

When he flew, he was still standing, like an immortal, although the speed was not fast, but there was a thin layer of light blue, shield-like energy shield, protecting the whole body, not only resisting the strong soul wind formed during the flight, but also some of the ghosts who were alarmed when he passed by, and then launched an attack on him, were also blocked by the shield, and could only chase behind, constantly scratching the shield, but could not hurt the people inside at all.

The middle-aged man also allowed these spirits to attack the shields in vain, without expelling them.

Although there were ghosts leaving on the way, there were also ghosts joining in, so for a while, it looked like black smoke was coming out behind him, and people who didn't know it would probably think it was burning.

Heading all the way to the northwest, the ground is full of mountains, wastelands, and villages.

Soon after, there was a city with a tall city wall, appeared on the earth, the city wall of more than 20 meters high is very eye-catching, on the tall city gate, there is a huge plaque, on the big letter: Luo Cheng, two words.

Looking from the sky, you can see that the gate of Luocheng is wide open, and there are constantly people wearing various colors or luxurious or ordinary clothes, or driving carriages, or carrying burdens, going in and out, which seems to be very busy.

The middle-aged man landed on a nearby hillside and hurried into the city, blending in with the crowd.

Soon after, the middle-aged man appeared in the hall of a vast and gorgeous city.

A young man who looked to be only in his twenties was looking at the photos in his hand one by one.

The people in this photo can see Song Jianqiu, Zhou Qingli and Xiaoyaoxian, sometimes three people together, sometimes alone, or two people.

There are when practicing swords, there are also when practicing guns, and there are photos of three people helping to build a high platform outside.

Although the middle-aged man was more than a kilometer away from Poshan Village when he took pictures, the photos he took were surprisingly clear, and there were even some close-up close-ups, which felt more powerful than the product of modern technology.

Looking at the past photos, the middle-aged man who had taken the photo before just stood in place, silent, waiting for the young man sitting in the chair to speak.

In the underworld, it is impossible to determine a person's exact age by looking at his or her age.

And the young man in front of him is none other than Luo Zhouyu, the city lord of Luo City, such a person who covers the sky with one hand and controls everything in Luo City, naturally it is impossible to be young, even if he looks young on the outside.

Luo Zhouyu usually skims over Zhou Qingli's photos quickly, but when he sees the photos of Song Jianqiu and Xiaoyaoxian, he often looks at them for a while before switching to them, and if there is a close-up, he will look at them for a longer time.

More than 10 photos, I looked at it for a long time.

In the end, he threw these photos on the side of the table, and the middle-aged man standing below immediately knew that the other party had something to say, and hurriedly asked respectfully, "What do you have to say from the city lord?" ”

"Just three people, let Wei Zun's five people go home in embarrassment?" Since Luo Cheng will be called Luo Cheng, and the city lord is called Luo Zhouyu, it naturally means that this city has been developed and strengthened by Luo Zhouyu.

To be able to develop from a small village to a big city, those who can succeed are definitely not to be underestimated, and if there is no certain strength, no one will be willing to follow at all.

"Judging from Captain Wei's description, it should be the woman with the red gourd in her hand who defeated them! This man and woman shouldn't be very powerful! The middle-aged man spoke.

"What's your opinion?" Luo Zhouyu pondered for a moment and asked.

"Listening to Qin Feicheng, there is a very powerful spiritual weapon in the hand of this palace woman, which seems to be very heavy, and smashing on the ground is enough to cause the earth to shake! But the woman with the red gourd in her hand is very powerful, and the water soul technique is superb! I think it should not be underestimated! The middle-aged man said.

"This woman with a red gourd always feels like I've seen it somewhere?" Luo Zhouyu frowned and said.

"The lord of the castle may have seen someone similar?" The middle-aged man said.

"Maybe!" Luo Zhouyu shook his head, no longer thought about it, and only said: "This red gourd woman met another man and a woman by chance, right?" ”

"Yes!"

"Then they're not in the same group!" Luo Zhouyu said: "Since this red gourd woman is so powerful, then let's not fight hard, we can't do it...... You find someone to follow them first, and then make arrangements when it's time to separate! ”

"Yes!" The middle-aged man took the order, turned around and left the arrangement.

After the middle-aged man left, Luo Zhouyu sat on the chair, unmoved, and seemed to be in deep thought.

There was silence in the hall, and I didn't know when it would break.

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Time has come to the day of Meng Po Festival in a blink of an eye.

Early in the morning, all the cities and villages in the underworld are full of lights, the atmosphere is warm, people have to wear clean and gorgeous clothes, out of the house, on the street, in the square, the game is lively, there are more teams, carrying a huge golden bull, parade on the street.

This golden bull is only fifteen meters tall and about twenty meters long, with four hooves erect, a deferential and docile expression on its face, and two horns that are curved backwards and very sharp.

I don't know how heavy this golden bull is, there are more than ten strong men naked, showing strong and strong muscles, with eight vermilion logs with a diameter of more than 20 centimeters, the golden bull is lifted, shouting a hey, parade in the city.

In addition to the golden bull, there are several palace beauties wearing gorgeous dresses, standing on the logs on both sides of the golden bull, carrying a bamboo basket in one hand, and constantly reaching in with the other hand, splashing the petals contained in the bamboo basket towards the sky.

Some of the windows of the buildings on both sides of the street were opened, and people leaned out and scattered flower petals on the golden bulls passing by.

The golden bull was carried all the way forward, and the petals were sprinkled all the way, and the whole city seemed to be filled with the fragrance of petals.

Behind the Golden Bull, there is a band of more than 100 people, blowing horns loudly, beating big drums and gongs, the sound is earth-shattering, and it is very lively!

Behind the band, there were countless people, each of whom carried a bamboo basket with some tributes such as fruit and meat, and followed closely behind.

The Taurus first went around the city, and the crowd gathered behind him to follow when the Taurus passed by, and they continued to join in, so more and more people followed, more and more, almost all of them were concentrated on this street, resulting in other streets being almost empty!

After the golden ox had circled the city, it was carried out of the gates.

Seeing this scene, it seems to be understandable why there is such a tall and spacious city gate, if there is no such a big city gate, I am afraid that this golden bull will not be able to get out at all!

After the golden bull went out of the city gate, followed by the band, followed by the mighty crowd, the farther away from the city gate, the longer it dragged on, but at the same time, there were also some people after leaving the city gate, they put their own bamboo basket tribute, on both sides of the road, and then let the way to let people pass, and did not leave with the golden bull, to the Biquan River.

Obviously, this is the group of people that Xiaoyao Xian said, and this part of the people only remember the excitement of the Meng Po Festival, although after they go back, they will also use the blue spring water that has been prepared to wash the soul body, but this kind of stagnant water has no effect, and it is washed in vain.

The procession out of the city was getting longer and longer, but more and more people broke away from the procession and stood on the side of the road to watch the procession leave.

So the procession grew longer and longer, and the number of people became thinner and thinner, and when they reached the Biquan River, although the number of people was still large, it had been greatly reduced, and it was estimated that it was only two-thirds of the way through the city.

This kind of similar ritual is held in all parts of the underworld near the big cities that enter the Biquan River, and the annual Meng Po Festival is the corresponding big city, creating such a majestic golden bull and sending it to the Biquan River as a sacrifice, and the villages around the big city will also follow the light, wait on the road that the golden ox must pass, and then join it and go to the Biquan River together.

Of course, these villages are far and close to the road that the golden bull passes, but no matter how far or near, hunters are needed to protect the villagers, otherwise there is a high risk of being attacked by dead spirits on the way.

However, there are also some villages that will go to the Biquan River in advance and wait for the arrival of the golden bull, which is less risky.

After getting up early, the three of them followed the villagers of Poshan Village and went to the Biquan River in advance, waiting for the procession in the big city.

In order to see more scenes, Zhou Qingli Song Jianqiu and Xiaoyaoxian, after arriving at the Biquan River, broke away from the crowd in Poshan Village, found a commanding height, and stood on it to watch.

It is transparent on all sides, and there is no obstacle, and you can clearly see the procession carrying the golden calf.

After waiting for a long time, finally far away, I saw a huge golden bull being carried over, and before it was close, the strong man carrying the golden bull made a rough and rough hey, which was already mixed with the sound of music, which seemed magnificent, and the sound shook for four miles.

Zhou Qingli and Song Jianqiu, who had ever seen such a huge and spectacular procession, were thrilled and excited for a while, so they sat cross-legged on the ground, taking small sips of red gourd water, revealing a bored expression.

For her, this kind of scene is obviously tired of watching!

"This golden bull can't really be made of gold, right?" Song Jianqiu asked Xiaoyao Immortal, "Is there a gold mine in the underworld?" ”

"Nope!" Xiaoyao Immortal shook his head and said, "There are a lot of strange ores in the underworld, but there are no gold, silver and copper!" So this golden bull is actually brushed with a layer of gold, and the real material is a thousand-year-old yin iron tree! Directly sawed off and polished! ”

"I see!"

Song Jianqiu nodded, his eyes fell into the distance again, watching the team carrying the golden ox come to the Biquan River, stopped, originally standing on the log, the palace maids on both sides of the golden bull jumped down one after another.

Then, those people who followed to the Biquan River stepped forward one after another and threw the tributes they brought with them into the Biquan River, which has flowed for many years, and has always been calm and silent.

Attracted by these tributes, a large number of Biquan fish gathered on the shore, breaking the calm river for a while, and the sound of the water was loud.

After waiting for a while, someone stopped the people from throwing tribute, and then someone carried a huge net and threw it into the river with all his might, and at once he caught the Biquan fish that was greedy for tribute, and finally, it was more than ten strong men who carried the golden ox and began to pull the net and pull the Biquan fish to the shore.

After pulling a net, the people continued to throw tribute, throwing almost, and then a bigger net.

Judging by the fact that each net is extremely heavy, it is clear that the harvest is very rich.

However, after more than ten nets were continued, they stopped, and the remaining people, who had not yet thrown tributes, continued to throw, and no longer cared how many Biquan rivers gathered in the river to eat, nor did they cast their nets.

Because there is no longer fishing, there is no longer a limit to the place where the tribute can be thrown, and some people have come to the river to throw the tribute, so that the speed has also been accelerated, otherwise so many people don't know when they will be thrown!