Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

When Lu Yun asked about his purpose, Zheng Pan's expression froze for a moment, hesitating very much.

After a long time, he smiled strangely: "Little girl, your background is not simple, so you should have heard of Wangchuan Stone, right?"

Wangchuan Stone?
Lu Yun really didn't expect to be involved in this.

"The Wangchuan stone is produced in ghosts. Ning Hui has gone to many places in order to obtain the Wangchuan stone over the years. I heard that he even asked the gate of the gods."

"Heh, the lord of a city can only be arrogant and domineering in Ningyang Mansion. In front of those sects, he is nothing."

"But since then, he has changed his ways and delved into various evil arts. I don't know where he heard that these ghost cultivators can enter the ghost realm."

The reason why Yinhun Village can exist for so long, and even so many people have died here without the outside world noticing, is because Ning Hui is helping to cover up the crime.

"For the past year, a group of people have been sent here every month."

The disappearance of that group of people did not attract attention at first, but when a certain pattern formed, the other aristocratic families in Ningyang Mansion noticed.

Their first reaction was naturally to tell the city lord and then ask the other party how to deal with it.

At that time, Ning Hui reassured them, saying that he would deal with it, and then the number of missing people seemed to be less, and the family was also relieved.

It wasn't until one day that a monk from an ordinary family came to the Zheng family where he was staying, that they learned that there were people secretly using benefits as temptations to take away batch after batch of people.

On the surface, those people left voluntarily, so naturally they are not considered missing persons.

The begging family made a strong statement that their son was not voluntary, but was taken away by force, and there has been no news of it.

It was impossible for the Zheng family to just listen to one side of the story. They sent people to inquire privately and discovered the truth that had been covered up by the city lord.

They followed the clues to find the village of ghosts, and learned what kind of deal these ghost cultivators had made with the city lord.

So he made a disguise and lurked in to find clues. How could he know that this Yinhun Village is so weird that it's fine if he doesn't come in. Once he enters, if he wants to go out again, he can only wait until the fifteenth day of each month.

Zheng Pan tried to leave on other days, but the mass grave outside Yinhun Village turned into a maze, and he couldn't get out no matter what.

He simply lived here with peace of mind, and at the same time inquired about the news, he learned that a group of people were sent every month, and it was on the fifteenth day.

Digging deeper, he found the ancestral hall and discovered the existence of Ning Xixue.

"It wasn't long before Ning Xixue became a ghost cultivator."

While the two were talking, the ghost cultivator not far away seemed to be still, listening quietly, occasionally nodding, as if agreeing with Zheng Pan's thoughts.

"However, after becoming a ghost cultivator, he can come in and out of here freely. But Ning Hui, an old boy, used his daughter's marriage to create some kind of competition to recruit brides, just to deceive those people."

If you don't limit your family background, you will be able to come to a lot of casual cultivators. When the time comes, Ning Hui will still be able to hide from the world if he disappears.

And it is required that these monks should not be lower than the Golden Core cultivation level, but not too high. This is entirely a requirement from the ghost cultivator, so that hunting can be carried out.

"According to the seniors, their previous actions were all carried out in secret, but this time it was too risky."

The matter of recruiting relatives through martial arts competitions has become so big that almost everyone knows it.

Dozens of candidates suddenly disappeared, and someone with a heart would always find out. From this point of view, Ning Hui was not cautious enough.

Unless there is a reason, then Ning Hui is about to get what he wants, so he will not hesitate to show his flaws.

"It's just what you think." Zheng Pan, who observed Lu Yun's expression, still smiled mockingly.

"After today, there will be Wangchuan Stone sent out from the ghosts and monsters."

Compared with Zheng Pan, Lu Yun thought more.

She knew the usefulness of the Wangchuan Stone, she also knew the existence of the Yuanhai Ghost Ship, and she also knew that several major sects and even those sects were all looking for the Wangchuan Stone.

Ning Hui's intervention made it difficult for Lu Yun not to think about whether the other party had learned the truth.

If the guess is correct, it would make sense that Ning Hui really knew about the current problem of ascension in the world of cultivation and was eager to board the ghost ship and go to the Abyssal Sea.

It's just for Ning Hui to risk giving up Ningyang Mansion's management for so many years, but also to get the Wangchuan Stone. Lu Yun suspects that the other party knows a lot.

But that's right, it's impossible to hide those news for a long time.

Only in this case, things are much more complicated.

Once this kind of thing is publicized, when everyone knows the truth, ordinary people may not care about it. After all, a hundred years have come and gone, and the so-called ascension has nothing to do with them.

But those monks are afraid that they will be hit.

They yearn for ascension and longevity, but the so-called ascension does not exist like a dream, and these monks' minds may be shaken.

At that time, the wind and rain will come.

Of course, it is impossible for Lu Yun and Zheng Pan to analyze these things. The other party seems to have no idea of ​​Ning Hui's real purpose.

"Zheng Pan of the Zheng family, what's your name?"

Seeing Lu Yun pondering, Zheng Pan asked a question.

"Lu Yun." Lu Yun paused, and then replied: "From Dongzhou."

"Dongzhou?"

Chewing these two words and looking at Han Jiangxue in Lu Yun's hand, Zheng Pan smiled with unknown meaning.

"It really is a sect disciple."

Lu Yun didn't care that Zheng Pan guessed her origin.

"The person you are looking for came here a year ago. Anyway, no one has noticed that he has left here, but it has been so long, maybe something happened a long time ago."

"You can leave without wading through this muddy water, just walk along here."

When mentioning Lu Yun's purpose, Zheng Pan was a little more persuasive, and pointed out a clear way for Lu Yun.

For this kindness, Lu Yun respectfully thanked her.

Cool eyes fell on Zheng Pan's face, observing the sincere expression of the other party.

The other party still has something to hide.

And she was thinking that the Nanshan tomb happened a year ago, which meant that Ning Hui knew about it at most a year ago.

And when my senior brother disconnected, it was earlier than this time.

If the senior brother really went to the ghost, it means that the ghost gate appeared in this ghost village earlier than Ning Hui's involvement.

The ghost cultivator of Yinhun Village has been hunting outsiders. Perhaps because there was no partner like Ning Hui, he acted cautiously and did not move much, so nothing happened.

The senior brother followed the clues of the disciple's disappearance and came here, thereby discovering the secrets here, and even took the initiative to go to Guixiao.

With Meng Lin's ability, if he wants to leave, no one here can stop him.

Therefore, even if there is only one ten-thousandth possibility that Meng Lin entered the ghost, she will have to go through the same experience today.

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

She promised the two senior brothers that she would definitely bring the second senior brother back.

She turned to look at the ghost cultivator, who seemed very interested as if listening to a story, and even gave up eating.

"I want to go."

"Can you please not stop me?"

Lu Yun pointed to the grave behind him.