It was night, Zhan Changfeng felt something, put on his clothes and paced on the street, because of Halloween, the street was empty, the cold moonlight was scattered, and the eyes were full of gloomy. There was a sound of fighting, like a call every other day, but it was not real at all.

I don't know how many streets I passed, and there was a whisper of human voices behind me, and when I turned around, I was already in a boiling sky.

Red lights hang high under the eaves, men and women in fancy costumes parade and play, and next to her a group of pink dolls hold hands and hum unknown songs.

Suddenly, a girl ran up to her, raised her head, and looked straight at her with empty eyes, "Little sister, young sister, do you want to eat me?"

Then he said aggrievedly, "Daddy don't want it, take me for a little tiger to eat." ”

A large group of dolls gathered around and made a fuss, "Duoduo too, the body is damaged." The water is so hot, and the two of them are all burned red." The dog doesn't cry, it doesn't hurt at all." Will my father and mother still want me"....

Zhan Changfeng lowered his eyes and gave them a plate of incense, and the dolls laughed and went to play elsewhere.

The little ghost is the best and the most evil, depending on what happened to him in his life, but listening to what they say, it is clear that he is "eating children and changing children" under war and abject poverty." Bone analysis and cooking".

She was afraid that she had entered the North City.

Moved his eyes away, but saw a gorgeous woman standing under the tree smiling stupidly, twisting her waist to fade her clothes one by one, and then, carrying the bloody flesh and skin through the market, I asked when I met people, "Hehe, do you want it?"

There were shouts of "avoidance" and "silence" in the sky, and then in a blink of an eye, a team of people dressed as officials appeared in front of them, and the black gold-inlaid sedan chair was clustered in the middle, followed by all kinds of creatures, people, cats, dogs, tigers and leopards, the shape was unsightly.

Souls continued to join the team, and finally the long stream of souls disappeared at the end of the street with the excitement.

Zhan Changfeng can't leave this place left and right, so he can only follow it.

After a while, she raised her eyes and looked, there was a city wall in the hazy smoke, like the end of the sky, but the ghosts and wolves around her, the wind and wind, will make you really realize that this is the tomb of the living, the grave of the dead.

The walls were pitch black and cold, and there were demons struggling and screaming inside, as if they were about to break free.

On the book "City of Rejoice".

When I entered the city, there was a majestic shout from the sedan chair in front of me, "Those who are angry will stay, and the rest will follow me!"

As soon as he entered the city, Zhan Changfeng felt that his body was not called, as if the spirit and flesh were separated, and no matter how difficult it was to control, he could only move with the sedan chair in front of him.

Some of the souls stopped, and they tried to keep up with the team again, but they couldn't catch up, so they could only watch the team go away.

Through a fog, the sedan car drank again: "If there is resentment, stay behind, and the rest will follow me!"

Piercing another fog, "Those who are obsessed will stay, and the rest will come with me!"

Through a mist again, "Those who are greedy will stay, and the rest will follow me!"

That majestic voice is like a spirit of words, which can automatically leave the soul that should be left behind, and take away the soul that should be taken away.

To stay or not to stay, this is not in one's control.

When Zhan Changfeng first found out this, he was still a little irritable, after all, no one wanted to be slaughtered, but after he really couldn't break free, he calmed down and sighed at this great power.

Walking down, the sky is getting brighter, laughter and shouting are frequent, and it is a lively street scene that is no different from the world.

The souls that come and go are no longer as miserable and terrifying as when they first died, they are all born with a good appearance, talking and laughing as usual, if it were not for the absence of shadows, they would still think they are all alive.

But then again, death itself is another kind of life.

"The good ones stay, and the rest follow me. ”

Zhan Changfeng's feet followed the sedan chair uncontrollably.

The angry, the resentful, the greedy, the good, all are gone, what kind of soul can be left, she sighed, this trip is dangerous.

After all the calculations, the last way is to hold on to the rooster and wait for the ghost town to disappear. Ghost towns can't take away the living.

In front of Zhan Changfeng was a baby spirit, and the umbilical cord on his belly was still attached.

Behind it was a spotted tiger with a bite on the neck of a man whose knife was stuck in its head, and it really killed each other alive, and it will not be spared after death.

On the right is a thin man with missing eyes, his face is pale, and his scarlet tongue is dragged to his chest.

On the left is a short and stubby man, dressed in prison clothes, carrying his head in his hand, Xu felt her gaze, his head swung around and smiled at her, and the hair in his hand was twisted.

If you think about it, there are more than 100 souls here. In this world, the wicked are rampant.

Slowly entering a dilapidated street in the bitter wind and rain, countless unkind eyes were stared at in an instant.

"Those with deep roots of evil, stay, and leave after reforming!"

The sedan chair disappeared, and Zhan Changfeng's control over his body finally returned.

"Kid, how many people have you killed?" the five short and sturdy men held their heads and looked at Zhan Changfeng suspiciously.

"Take care of yourself. ”

The five short and stubby men bared their teeth, and their souls, which were so weak that they would drift away at any time, instinctively wanted to devour their own kind of tonic, but they were puzzled by Zhan Changfeng's intact body and swayed.

"Bell, bell!"

"The newcomer should go to Furu Hall to listen to the Fa, and he won't wait for the obsolete time!"

At the north end of this street, the door of a small bluestone hall suddenly opened, and the words "Furu Hall" were engraved on it.

What is Furu Hall, the souls were puzzled, and at the same time, three voices rang from the bell, "The newcomer should go to Furu Hall to listen to the Fa, and he will not wait for the obsolescence!"

At the south end of this street, the door of a small bluestone hall suddenly opened, and the words "Furu Hall" were also engraved on it.

A white-faced young man floated out from the north, pinching his waist and shouting angrily, "Ren Xing, do you want to be embarrassed, this street was originally our hungry ghost road, what kind of trouble do you come to make when you are bald, if you have the ability, go to the incense road next door!"

A bald-headed milk doll in the Furu Hall in the south poked out half of her face, climbed over the calf-high threshold with her hands and feet and hummed, and folded her hands, "Amitabha, don't be in a hurry for the ghost donor, you pass on your hungry ghost way, I will cross my destined person, we will not interfere with each other." ”

"How can I pass it on if you cross it!" The white-faced young man danced wildly with black hair, blue eyes and red lips, turned out a golden gong, "bell", and ten thousand ghosts cried and cursed, like a black wind sweeping towards the bald milk doll.

Although the souls standing in the middle of the road were not the target of the attack, they almost scattered under this sound, and at this time, the milk doll took out a golden bell, "bell", and the light several zhang long cut horizontally, counteracting the black wind.

The white-faced young man flicked his sleeves fiercely, "Ghosts and ghosts, it is justified, those who want to live forever, come in!"

So saying, he went into the temple with his hands in his hands.

"Good, good, good," the bald milk doll held the golden bell, "life is difficult, after death, yin and yang are bitter, why not be liberated, those who want to go to the light, come in." ”

The bald milk doll also turned back to the temple.

When the souls were amazed, the doors on both sides of the street suddenly opened, and suddenly there was a ghostly atmosphere.

The ghost cultivators laughed abruptly, with some kind of impatience in their mouths.

Among the hundreds of new souls, more than a dozen ghosts suddenly ran out and rushed into the Furu Hall in the south.

Where these "ghosts" are ghosts, they are clearly the ones who hold the yin beads.

When the coachman said about the north and south cities, would he mean these two Furu halls?

Zhan Changfeng also headed south.

Most of the people who crowded into the small hall were people, and one or two were spirits.

There are a few people who have had a relationship, such as Sun Xingyi, He Yuntian, Yanbei Flying Knife Gao Song. Others were monks.

Zhan Changfeng thought that his perception of Dao cultivation had deviated a little. Her first understanding of Taoist cultivation was according to the long-bearded old way, not because of external objects, not afraid of death and life, Lingtai is clear, open-minded and broad-minded, now it seems that what she has seen is only a kind of person in Taoist cultivation.

Why do you say this, because the soul that enters the ghost town is the soul of life, and there is no sinful karma in the body, and they survive with a powerful obsession condensing their souls, so naturally the people in the sedan chair cannot distinguish them by their sinful karma, but only by their habits.

And those who are left here all have great viciousness or murderous intent.

Zhan Changfeng was not surprised that he was assigned here, and he was not surprised that martial artists were so murderous, but he didn't want that half of these people were Taoist cultivators.

Visible... The Tao is not a pure cultivation.