Zhan Changfeng and the three of them entered the city, and the huge city gate was not guarded, the streets inside were bleak, the stalls that were kicked down, the shop doors that were kicked open, the tables and chairs that lay down, the bits and pieces of things were scattered all over the place, and there was a faint cry taking advantage of the rain to pass it.

The continuous light rain that fell halfway down the road became heavier, and Zhan Changfeng vaguely felt that the yin and yang were declining when he entered the realm of the ghost country, and it became more and more obvious under this rain.

Xing Suiyi touched his arm, "How do you feel panicked." ”

"The aura of the Ghost Fang Country is like this. Jin Buchang is well-informed, and talked about the origin of the ghost side, "The ghost side is vast and sparsely populated, and if you want to say that the overall national strength may be worse than the third-rate princes of the mountain and sea realm, but it is the most mysterious ancient country, and most of the sects in this realm have respected it, and even the Donglin Dynasty, which has the ambition to dominate the mountain and sea realm, has not taken the initiative to find it." ”

"Its core is the ghost Fang clan, according to legend, the ghost Fang clan has inherited tens of thousands of years, and the heritage is not much different from those long-standing sects, you must know that the east has only been created for thousands of years, the peculiar thing is that the ghost party did not take the initiative to build the country, nor did it take the initiative to provoke wars, the ghost Fang people have been living in the west wind city, and it is difficult to come out with activities in a year. ”

Jin Buchang's voice seemed to be telling a ghost story, low and profound, "The people of the Ghost Fang clan are all surnamed ghosts, and they all know yin and yang, I heard that they can travel back and forth between the two worlds of yin and yang, and they are ferrymen on the line of life and death. ”

It's a pity that this is a failed ghost story, Xing Sui's eyes lit up when he heard it, he only knew that the ghost side was a vassal state, but he had never heard of these things, "Is it the soul of life or the soul of the earth?"

"Earth Soul. ”

Xing Sui was shocked, "Then this ghost clan is simply the chosen one!"

For monks, the netherworld is the most mysterious place, it is on the back side of the yang, no one can really reach it, not even a ghost.

Living souls generally have the three souls of heaven and earth, and the soul of life resides in the body, evolves the seven spirits, and inherits the memory of this life.

After death, the heavenly soul returns to the Tao, the earth soul goes to hell to be punished, the life soul dissipates, and the life soul has an obsession or opportunity, and it may become a ghost.

When the ghost first became a ghost, it was like a new life, affected by the temperament and memory before death, some turned into evil ghosts, and some became good spirits, and they liked to live in a place where the yin qi was heavy, and gradually gave birth to the ghost path, and opened up the ghost path holy land Netherworld Blood Pool, as long as it was a ghost, it would be brought into the holy land.

Broadly speaking, ghosts belong to yin, and if yin and yang have a boundary, then the netherworld blood pool is on the edge of the netherworld.

But the real netherworld can only be reached by the soul of the earth! There is hell! The place where all evil returns!

If the bad karma on the earth soul is cleared, it will be banished to the Nine Shadows, only in the Nine Shadows, there is a chance to re-enter the yang world, such as a kind of invitation rune, you can ask the earth soul of the Nine Shadows to temporarily come out to help you, that is, you have to be careful of being counterattacked.

There are no living beings who are not afraid of hell, and after the death of some powerful bodies, in order to avoid going to hell, they use the true spirit to reincarnate, and the true spirit carries the earth soul of good and evil karma and the memory of this life, which is known.

In this way, it is clear how mysterious and powerful the ghost clan can surpass the earth soul.

Zhan Changfeng had seen some records about the Ghost Fang Clan in Yang Jiecheng's Gongfa Pavilion, so he wanted to come here to see it the most.

Stepping over the broken flag, walking along the deserted street, Russia, the sound of horses' hooves came, and a group of Yancheng soldiers were late.

Refugees-like people came out of hidden places one by one, crying and rushing to the Yancheng soldiers, and the streets were overflowing with mourning in an instant.

"Master Bing, save my son!"

"My family's savings have been snatched away, how will I live in the future!"

"My daughter, how do you let your father live. ”

....

The man in the first military uniform looked at the scene in front of him that had been ravaged by the mountain bandits with a grim face, and waved his big hand, "Don't worry, we will definitely get back what we should begg, you go home first and clean up, and the days still have to live." ”

A large number of soldiers rushed to the city wall and began to build fortifications.

"What a wicked worker. An old lady in a gray cotton jacket sat on the stone steps, and the drops of water falling from the eaves of the porch fell one by one, creating a small puddle around her.

Zhan Changfeng stood under the eaves and watched the rain, listened to her sigh, and asked sideways, "Do bandits often come to the city to plunder?"

The old lady tried her best to open her cloudy eyes, as if she wanted to see the young man who was asking, but unfortunately she was old, and her vision was too blurry, "It's from outside, I advise you, leave quickly, if you want to stay, it's best to go to the post station next to the city lord's mansion, who knows when the bandits will come again." ”

Xing Sui was puzzled, "Since the Ghost Fang Clan is so powerful, how can it not even be managed well, and there are still people who dare to come to the territory of the Ghost Fang Clan to do evil." ”

"Hey, I'm not done yet. Jin Buchang continued, "Just now I also mentioned that the ghost party did not take the initiative to build the country. ”

"This ghost Fang clan has been nesting in their own west wind city, occasionally walking outside, in order to ask for a rest after death, people in ancient times chased outside the west wind city, hoping to get the ghost side of the excess after death, for a long time around the west wind city formed a number of settlements, settlements have become cities, there is a city there is a struggle, and there are even strong people who want the ghost fang clan to listen to its orders, serve it, and storm the west wind city, the end is naturally needless to say, one by one died quietly, there are rumors that the ghost fang clan will send these people to hell. ”

"After that, the surrounding cities took the initiative to ask to become a subsidiary of the Ghost Fang Clan, and the Ghost Fang Clan built the Fang Country, but the cities in the country are all governed by the city lord himself, and the Ghost Fang Clan never asked, only when the Ghost Fang Clan came forward, did they send one or two people out, and at this sea meeting, weren't there two Ghost Fang Clansmen?"

One is Ghost Qian, one of the supervision envoys, Zhan Changfeng went to the City Lord's Mansion several times but didn't see him.

There is also a ghost Shenzhou, although he is at the top of the list and has also participated in the competition, but there doesn't seem to be much news about him.

"Is Zephyr forbidden to outsiders?" she asked.

"That's right, the City of Zephyr is closed all year round and rejects visitors. ”

"This is probably the least kind of country. "It's a great feast for the ears, but it's a pity that I can't see the ghost clan.

Zhan Changfeng put his hands on his sleeves, he may not be able to see it now, but he can be cautious for a while in terms of reckless fighting methods.

The three of them took shelter from the rain under the porch, but the rain became heavier and heavier, and the soldiers in the distance braved the rain to set up horse-blocking stakes outside the city gate to repair the broken city gate, and some soldiers took the conscription order and pasted it on the notice board.

The old lady was still chattering, probably because no one had listened to her in the past, or maybe she was just talking to herself, "These defenders of the city know how to stop, and when they can't stop it, they run away first, and as soon as the bandits leave, they all come back, and then stop and run..."

The blind woman was complaining again. Under the eaves is a silk shop, but the things inside have been emptied, and the person who is talking is a fellow, who is congenitally cultivated, and he exaggerated while mending the window: "If you complain again, be careful that the soldier will seal your mouth." ”

The old lady seemed to have been poked at something, and her voice was angry, "If the Lord of Yancheng is here, where is it the turn of the bandits to bully us, how dare these soldiers say one thing and do another." ”

"Just be quiet," the guy bent over and gritted his teeth at the old lady, his voice seemed to be muffled, "Don't mention the Yan City Lord, that Yan City Lord is dead, and now the person in charge is General Yan Yu, if your words reach the ears of General Yan Yu..."

The voice behind it was lowered, and the meaning was self-evident.

The title of the principal is a general and not a city lord?

Zhan Changfeng asked, "Does the Lord of Yan City have another heir with excellent talent?"

The guy responded, "yes." ”

"This heir is far away, because he is too young to inherit the position of city lord. "There is no questioning tone, a real statement.

The man looked at the monk under the eaves in amazement, she was not tall, her waist and back were straight, she was wearing a moon-white gown, her hair was tied with silver hairpins, her eyebrows and eyes were calm, her bearing was square, and she was cold and polite, as if the wind was a god.

"You're not a local, how do you know?"