hey demon

Chapter 43
In the early morning, riding a red-maned horse, Zhang Chunyi came to a mountain depression five miles outside the city of Changhe County. There used to be a Laowang Village here, but now there is only a wilderness and solitary land with grass, trees, soil and land. Stone, but there is no village.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhang Chunyi reined in the reins.

After subduing the white ape, Zhang Chunyi finally went to Laowang Village without further delay after five days of recuperation under the urging of the county government.

The power of the soul diverged, and the wilderness in front of Zhang Chunyi's eyes suddenly changed. The gray mist filled the air, covering the entire mountain depression, and the outlines of some houses could be vaguely seen, which was the disappearing Laowang Village.

"The yin qi gathers and the ghost qi pervades. This place has become a ghost nest."

Putting his palm into it, grabbing a handful of gray mist, and seeing the pale black frost condensed in his palm, Zhang Chunyi's expression changed subtly.

Judging from the current situation, this ghost not only hovered around Laowang Village, but also had the idea of ​​taking root here.

"Is there something here that attracts this ghost and makes it reluctant to leave, or is this ghost really controlled by people?"

After a lot of thinking, Zhang Chunyi had some guesses in his mind, but unfortunately there was no precise direction.

Although they deliberately delayed for a few days, Zhang Chunyi and Zhang Zhong still did not collect any more useful information.

"However, what is certain is that the cultivation base of this ghost is only around 300 years."

Let Zhang Zhong test it many times before, and now contact him personally, Zhang Chunyi has an accurate judgment.

"that's enough."

Looking at the village in the gray mist, Zhang Chunyi's eyes flashed a sharp light like a knife.

Phew, the breeze floated, and Hong Yun's figure appeared beside Zhang Chunyi.

Floating in shape, looking at the ghost domain in front of him, Hongyun instinctively sensed the danger, his small face was full of solemnity, but he was not afraid. This is a double change in strength and mentality, and the current one is no longer what it used to be , and it also proves something.

Opening his mouth, he took a deep breath, like a long whale drinking heavily, causing the airflow to billow, Hong Yun's body was stained with a blush, and his figure grew rapidly, casting a shadow on the ground.

But the red cloud was still not satisfied, and continued to accumulate strength, until it swelled to a size comparable to a small house, and it didn't stop until it reached the limit.

Huh, the power that has been accumulated for a long time explodes, like a flood, and it is out of control.

The wind was howling, but there was no sharpness, only warmth and vigorous vitality. Suddenly, the grass under Zhang Chunyi's feet sprouted new shoots at a speed visible to the naked eye, weaving a verdant spring carpet.

According to Zhang Chunyi's instructions, Hongyun summoned the spring breeze.

Chi, like a red-hot soldering iron meeting cold water, the sound of chi chi can be heard endlessly.

The ghostly air is cold and the business is pervasive, but the spring breeze contains vigorous vitality. There is a fundamental difference between the two.

The spring breeze roared, and the gray mist that had originally engulfed the entire mountain suddenly rolled up, like boiled water.

Looking at this scene quietly, Zhang Chunyi's expression remained unchanged.

Although he is sure to deal with a 300-year-old ghost, he will not rashly step into the ghost domain and enter the ghost's home field.

The water and fire clashed, the ice melted and the snow melted. With the continuous blowing of the spring breeze, the gray fog receded, and the scene in the mountain depression suddenly changed drastically.

The light and shadow change, the illusion recedes, the small earthen house, the big stone mill at the entrance of the village, jujube trees, and a few acres of paddy fields around, a real old Wangzhuang quietly appears.

"Wearing red and hanging colors?"

The spring breeze continued to blow, sweeping away the coldness in the mountain depression. Looking at the dilapidated small village and the red clothes draped on the eaves, roadsides, and jujube trees, Zhang Chunyi frowned slightly.

Unexpectedly, the villagers in Laowang Village were not devoured by ghosts, and the scene inside was not miserable, but beaming.

Just at this moment, Zhang Chunyi saw three couples having sex in broad daylight, including an old man in his seventies and eighty-year-old and a young daughter-in-law aged sixteen or seventeen.

"Tonic?"

With sharp eyes, Zhang Chunyi sees the truth through appearances. Although these people, whether they are old men or women, seem to be radiant, in fact their energy and energy are sucked away by something in the process of joy.

"This is not what ordinary ghosts should do."

Stepping towards Laowang Village, Zhang Chunyi's thoughts were floating in his mind.

Ghosts often regard human beings as food, and the easiest way is to swallow them directly, but relatively speaking, this method used to be crude and the utilization efficiency is not high.

And the nourishing method used by the ghost in Laowang Village is undoubtedly a higher level than direct devouring.

"Is it an evil cultivator?"

The closer to the village, the denser the clouds around Zhang Chunyi.

Ghosts are born from the resentment of living beings, and humans account for the majority, because human beings have clear souls and the most abundant seven emotions, and it is precisely because of this that ghosts have much higher wisdom than other monsters.

But a monster is always a monster, and the soul quality of ghosts is also turbid, so you can't get close. Even if you master the corresponding method, it is still not easy to truly comprehend the method of harvesting and nourishing.

And although the low-level ghosts are somewhat intelligent, they still act on instinct. With this delicious blood food in front of them, they will devour it without even thinking about it. No matter what, eat it first.

Only those ghosts refined by immortal cultivators will pursue the maximization of benefits, and can easily master the method of harvesting and nourishing at a low level.

After crossing the jujube tree, walking past the stone mill, and stopping slightly, Zhang Chun looked towards the southeast corner of Laowang Village, where he saw a dormant and deep ghostly aura.

But at the moment Zhang Chunyi really walked into Laowangzhuang, a wave of extreme malice enveloped him.

Creaking, the door opened, and figures came out of the houses on both sides one after another, men and women, all disheveled, holding various weapons in their hands, such as kitchen knives, hoes, dung forks, rolling pins, etc. , looked at Zhang Chunyi with a kind of hatred.

"Outlander, you are not welcome here."

With bare upper body, gray hair, and skin covered with bones, an old man spoke, even though Zhang Chunyi was surrounded by clouds and mist, he was obviously extraordinary and had no fear.

As soon as this remark came out, other villagers also echoed, and the crowd became angry for a while.

Looking at such a scene, Zhang Chunyi was indifferent.

"You black-hearted maggot, if you want to hurt Xiangu, just step over my corpse."

Spit flew from his mouth, and he rushed forward with a basin of unknown water, and the old man poured it on Zhang Chunyi.

Huh, the wind howled, the water flowed backwards, the figure of the old man was lifted up and fell heavily on the ground, he couldn't get up for a while, but he didn't die.

Looking at such a scene, Zhang Chunyi frowned slightly, not because of the villagers, nor because of the old man, but because of Hongyun.

At that moment just now, Hong Yun hesitated and held back. Under normal circumstances, the old man should have been hacked into pieces.

"Have you been in contact with people for a long time and think you are human? Have you learned to be compassionate and can't deal with these old and weak?"

At this moment, Zhang Chunyi understood Hong Yun's thoughts.

At this time, seeing the old man being blown away by a gust of wind, the surrounding villagers not only did not feel afraid, but were completely enraged.

"He's just a monster."

"Xiangu gave us a good life, we must not let the Yaodao harm Xiangu."

"Kill him, kill him."

The crowd was furious, yelling to fight and kill, and holding various weapons, more than 100 villagers rushed forward.

Looking at such a scene with cold eyes, Zhang Chunyi did not force Hongyun to take action. To some extent, it is not a bad thing for monsters to learn to pity the weak.

Ho, a low growl sounded, and a white ape with six ears and a thunderous face appeared beside Zhang Chunyi.

The shadows of the shouting villagers were reflected in the eyes of the white ape, and traces of tyrannical aura began to rise from the white ape.

Bang, leaving a deep footprint on the ground, the figure of the white ape jumped out suddenly, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, and screams suddenly rang out.

(End of this chapter)