My female apprentices are all unpredictable

Chapter 217 The five apprentices on the stage?
In the dim courtyard, red lanterns were swaying constantly, just like in the play.

babbling.

Coupled with the paper money all over the sky and the coffins in the courtyard, it added to the weirdness.

One or two hundred evil spirits, wearing embroidered shoes, surrounded the entire courtyard.

The cold atmosphere is enough to make people's hair stand on end.

But at this moment, everyone in the crowd stared blankly at Fang Yang, looking at the candlelight in his soul.

Eyes full of disbelief.

Fang Yang, on the other hand, was extremely calm, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at these dirty and disgusting guys with such indifference.

"Humans have life lamps, and ghosts have soul lamps! It's just that because the ancient practice world was cut off and the skills were lost, many people have difficulty lighting their life lamps. Baigui walks at night? I can even cross the River Styx, how can you stop it? I?"

He smiled coldly, and the lamp in his soul became even hotter, like an ink-colored sun.

With a wave of his palm, the scorching sun shattered instantly, and countless lights spread out in all directions, like rounds of sun, shining on Xiaodie.

The Liguis were originally calm and composed, but as the ink-colored scorching sun arrived, they instinctively sensed something was wrong and suddenly raised the lanterns in their hands.

I want to use this red lantern to fight against the scorching sun.

however……

They soon discovered that they were wrong, very wrong.

The flames of the scorching sun were so hot that they swallowed up their lanterns almost instantly.

The lantern burned with black flames, and extreme pain came from their bodies. Their originally white skin was like porcelain, with fine lines cracked.

Grain lines These lines are small and sparse at first, but gradually become more numerous and denser.

finally……

Click!

Click!

These Li Jui, who looked exactly like Xiaodie, and who wanted to surround the courtyard just now, all let out shrill screams.

"Ah! It hurts!"

"Spare me. I don't dare to do it anymore. I am willing to play the flute for the Demon Lord to entertain him."

"Smelly man, we will never let you go! The Lord will not let you go either."

"..."

The vicious and strange roars kept coming, making people feel a little scared without even realizing it.

The sounds of begging for mercy, the sounds of abuse, the sounds of curses...

Various sounds were mixed together, mixed with the rolling wind.

The disciples of the Blood Rain Sect had already turned pale with fright, and were shocked by the terrifying power of the Demon Lord.

Great, so great!
The group of them had been trapped in this small mountain village for nearly three months, but the Demon Lord came and destroyed all these evil creatures.

How could they not be in awe?

Crackling!

The flames are still burning, and for some reason, when these weirdos die, the air is always filled with a foul smell.The smell is so unpleasant that it can even attack the soul, making people extremely frightened.

It didn't take long for all the Ligui to be burned up, leaving behind a bead for each Ligui. A crystal clear bead, like a drop of water, exuding a faint chill.

Fang Yang waved his hand, and all the beads returned to his hand. He stuffed them into his mouth, and the beads turned into a trickle, constantly nourishing his soul.

He could clearly feel that his strength had improved a lot.

It is indeed a night walk of all kinds of strange things!
He doesn't know if it's powerful or not!
The only thing he knew was that this bead really nourished people.

To others, these tricks may be a huge threat, but to him, they are no less than supplements.

And it’s also a great supplement, the more the merrier.

Soon, these beads would be digested by him, so Fang Yang deliberately kept one. With a flick of his finger, the beads instantly flew towards Ye Qinghong, and then, they instantly merged into the center of Ye Qinghong's eyebrows.

Ye Qinghong was stunned for a moment, unable to react, when his master's voice rang in his ears.

"Stay calm and don't think too much! Try your best to digest this bead."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Qinghong, who had always been extremely cold, immediately closed his eyes obediently.

Then, she felt as if there was a hot spring in her mind, constantly nourishing her soul, allowing her originally injured soul to quickly recover.

His pale face gradually turned rosy.

Not long after, when she opened her eyes, the cold light in her eyes flashed and became extremely cold.

A Dharma image appeared behind him.

The Dharma image was very ethereal at first, but gradually became more and more solid, with lotus flowers blooming above the head.

This time, there was no longer one lotus, but two, two blue lotuses, blooming lonely in the void.

The sword intent on her body also became more and more powerful and sharp.

Buzz!
It was constantly trembling, cutting through the void, and also cutting through the rich gray mist.

Obviously, at that moment, her strength had been fully restored, and it had also improved a lot, from the one-leaf Dharmakaya realm to the two-leaf Dharmakaya realm.

Then...

In full view of everyone, she tapped her toes lightly on the ground and disappeared in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was already beside Fang Yang.

The cold lips kissed Fang Yang's face gently, like a dragonfly touching water.

And she quickly retreated.

As if he had done nothing just now, he said with a straight face and coldly.

"This is a thank you gift to my master. All masters and disciples in the world are like this!"

"..."

Fang Yang was speechless, and for a moment he regretted letting his apprentice's strength increase.

Isn't this just trying to force the other party to knock on your sap and force a bridal night?

"Sister, this person is so cunning. He actually seduced the Demon Lord in front of you and my sisters. Why don't you give me all the magic in the body, and let me take down the Demon Lord?"

Fang Qinghan had no expression on his face and looked like he was speaking righteously.

The princess glanced at her, not bothering to argue with this stupid woman.

She is smarter than a monkey, does this stupid woman really think she can deceive her?Isn't this a joke?

……

The night in the small mountain village is particularly peaceful.

Shrouded in gray mist, no sound came out.

In the courtyard, candles burned.

The disciples of the Blood Rain Sect had always wanted to get into the coffin to rest, but they did not dare to make the decision without the permission of the Demon Lord.

We can only walk on thin ice with fear and fear.

"How did my five disciples disappear that night?"

Fang Yang suddenly asked such a question and turned his attention to everyone in the Blood Rain Sect. The middle-aged man who was the leader shuddered, thought about it for a long time, and said cautiously.

“At that time, we had just entered this mountain village. After a few days of investigation, we found that the village was getting weirder and weirder, and many strange things were happening.

"The village is very small, and most of them are tenant farmers, but there are opera singers every night, and there are often people knocking on the door, and they even cry in the courtyard. Every time something like this happens, our brothers will be inexplicable. Missing or dead.”

"Later, we investigated and found that many villagers were alive in coffins. We were also warned not to leave the coffins at night and to sacrifice to the Blood God every day."

"We didn't believe it at all. We thought the villagers were talking nonsense, so we didn't follow the instructions until...that night, the fifth hall master completely disappeared. At that time, the hall master was said to be coming here to investigate."

The middle-aged man's voice became smaller and smaller, and he became more and more frightened, as if he had thought of something extremely frightening.Fang Yang, on the other hand, knocked on the table with a calm expression.

At this time...

Whoa!
A gust of wind blew through the courtyard.

In full view of everyone, the originally desolate courtyard had somehow turned into a pear orchard.

There are pavilions, pavilions and small bluestone steps.

Red lanterns are hung in the corridors and under the eaves. The lanterns have the word "happy" written on them, which looks quite auspicious.

There were even crackling firecrackers.

Then, in this empty pear garden, countless figures appeared somehow.

Laughing, cursing, and singing along.

There was a buzz of people and the atmosphere was harmonious.

On the stage in the opera house, there were even people who kept singing with their backs to the crowd.

The opera is filled with resentment.

It was extremely desolate, in stark contrast to the cheerful atmosphere, which made people feel a little creepy.

Seeing this sudden scene, Ye Qinghong clenched the sword in his hand and stood beside his master in an instant.

Guan Qinghan and others also became vigilant.

Those disciples of the Blood Rain Sect, who had been tortured in the mountain village for three months, had long become frightened birds. Now that they saw such a strange scene, they almost paralyzed on the spot.

"Coffin...coffin."

Someone spoke in shock, their voices trembling.

Fang Yang looked forward, and sure enough he saw the wedding room hung with red lanterns and plastered with happy words.

There were actually two coffins, each coffin was tied with iron chains and had the word "happy" engraved on it!

Obviously, this is a ghost marriage.

babble!

The opera becomes more and more depressing, more and more resentful, with tears and complaints.

Those guests who were enjoying themselves all stopped and didn't make any sound. They just stood there blankly.

Then, he slowly turned his head.

Their faces were expressionless, their expressions were stiff, their faces were extremely pale, they were painted with bright red blush, and their eyes were extremely hollow. These were not real people, they were all paper figures.

Cut out of paper!
Then...

Whoa!
The cold wind passed by, and the opera on the stage had stopped long ago. The voluptuous woman who was originally singing slowly turned her head.

His face was sluggish, there was a mole in the corner of his eye, and he was holding a gun in his hand, as if he was a walking zombie.

"Tang... Hall Master, that's Hall Master!"

The disciples of the Blood Rain Sect suddenly exclaimed, their eyes full of excitement, as if they did not expect that their leader would appear again.

Ye Qinghong tightened his grip on the sword in his hand and was about to stab him before he could stab him.

Ding!
Two fingers tapped on the Qingying Sword. The Qingying Sword groaned and retracted into its scabbard instantly.

Then she heard her master's voice.

"Don't worry!"

With just one word, Ye Qinghong instantly became quiet, but he still looked at the figure on the stage worriedly.

If it were normal, Fang Yang would at least be furious when he saw his apprentice.

But at this moment, he was still smiling calmly, not in a hurry, not arrogant, not impetuous, just looking at everything in front of him calmly,
Then...

The figure on the stage stretched out his spear and stabbed forward!
A gust of wind blew unexpectedly in the pear garden.

This gust of wind was so melodious and dull. The disciples of the Blood Rain Sect were all confused and couldn't figure out what was going on. The next moment.

In the courtyard, a disciple suddenly rushed forward quickly and entered the pear garden before everyone could react.

Under the gaze of everyone, a figure suddenly appeared in the pear garden. With a bright red face and empty eyes, his appearance was exactly the same as that of the disciple just now.

But at this moment, he turned into a paper man,

clap la la...

A dark wind passes through.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, the pear garden began to fade, the lanterns swayed, the pavilions and pavilions disappeared, and it returned to its dilapidated and desolate appearance.

It was as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

The only difference was that the disciple completely disappeared, disappearing into the courtyard and disappearing mysteriously.

"Is it possible... is this how the hall master disappeared? That night, the hall master saw the ghost marriage, walked into the pear garden, and turned into a paper man..."

The middle-aged man shivered.

Ye Qinghong also stared at the empty courtyard.

Right now.

Boom boom boom!
Outside the door, there was a knock on the door, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, everything was so lively.

It's as if someone is getting married.

In the desolate village, in the middle of the night, and with all kinds of weird things going on, this movement seemed so scary.

Everyone looked increasingly nervous, obviously sensing something was wrong.

Outside the door, a hoarse voice sounded.

"We are guests from afar. Today, our Xiaohei Village is getting married. It is a happy day. We specially invite guests to the wedding. I wonder if the guests are willing?"

The empty voice, like the cry of a ghost, forced its way into the courtyard.

Thinking of the horrific scene that happened in the opera garden just now, everyone was filled with majestic spiritual energy, and they were ready to fight at any time.

As a result, the next moment, Fang Yang waved his hand, and the door that had been closed suddenly opened.

"Since the host family is so enthusiastic, how can there be no reason not to participate? What's more, if the bride has a stunning appearance, I can also be the groom!"

With that said, Fang Yang strode out, everyone looked at each other and looked at each other.

Although he was obviously frightened to the extreme, he still followed the Demon Lord out without daring to disobey him in any way.

In this weird mountain village, as long as you touch any taboo, you may die, but if you offend the Demon Lord, you will definitely die. The gap between the two is really too big.

Outside the courtyard...

The sound of the suona kept ringing.

The queue to welcome the bride was very long, all dressed in bright red clothes, carrying betrothal gifts, with bright red faces and bright smiles, walking on the road filled with paper money.

Everyone was full of energy, each one more alert than the other, following the procession of welcoming the bride, wandering in this desolate mountain village.

It didn't take long before we arrived at a mansion that looked peaceful, natural and elegant.

Pear blossoms were blooming everywhere, and red lanterns were hung on the pavilions.

Obviously, it was the Liyuan just now.

It's just that what everyone saw just now was an illusion, but now it has merged into reality and truly entered the place of ghost marriage.

Attended a wedding as a guest.

However, everyone's thoughts were obviously not here. Instead, they turned their attention to the stage, waiting for the actor to come out.

perhaps……

It’s that hall master!
(End of this chapter)