Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang woke up several times and thought that the sky was already bright. As a result, the sky was still dark outside. He had to go to sleep. Finally, he couldn’t sleep anymore. He got up and washed his eyes and looked at his mobile phone. He was holding it at 8:10.

Looked at the dark sky outside, suspected that his mobile phone time is wrong, or it does not make sense for more than eight o'clock has not been bright, had to turn on the lights to get up.

He lived in a standard room, with a pony, he got up here, the pony woke up, Ye Shaoyang immediately asked: "What time is it?"

"I don't know, my mobile phone time is wrong." Xiaoma complained, "This day is still not bright, my mobile phone shows seven or eight o'clock."

Ye Shaoyang sneaked a bit and rushed to the pony bed, looking for him to call the phone, compared with his mobile phone, the time is almost the same. The two people's mobile phones, broken together, and stayed at the same time, this possibility, almost no.

"This... what happened?" The pony also stayed.

"How would I know!"

“Is it going to be cloudy today, so the sky is still not bright?” said the little pony.

"How come, it’s impossible to be black on this cloudy day!"

Ye Shaoyang said as he walked to the window and opened the window with force. A black breath, like smoke, flowed into the house.

Ye Shaoyang took a sniff and said: "Dead!"

The pony snorted: "What?"

Ye Shaoyang didn't have time to popularize him, flew out of the door, just as cold jade just knocked on the door, Ye Shaoyang directly hit her arms.

Yan Lengyu was shocked and immediately attacked. Ye Shaoyang grabbed her hand and said, "I am!"

When I was cold, I pushed him away and said, "What happened?"

"I don't know." Ye Shaoyang said that he came to the balcony and saw the black air rolling in the sky, like a black cloud.

"Good richness!"

Ye Shaoyang sighed, "Bad, definitely related to the ghost mother!"

The pony caught up and curiously asked: "What is dead?"

"Derivative variants of corpse can make a living person a kind of breath of a walking corpse." Ye Shaoyang said, "Once you inhale, it will not take long for the living to become a walking corpse."

Looking up, the dead air has hovered in the sky, forming a huge whirlpool, which is slowly pressing down to the town. The guest house has a high terrain and is on the second floor, so it has received a small amount of dead air.

"This trouble is big!" Ye Shaoyang shouted. Four villages, a total of several hundred people, even if they were exhausted, they could not be protected. They immediately said to the pony: "Hurry to call Ye Bo, notify several village heads, call everyone by broadcast, let people go down the mountain. Run, first hide in a low-lying place, avoid contact with dead air!"

The pony took out his mobile phone and asked while dialing: "It’s not good to run down the hill. Black clouds will still be pressed sooner or later."

"There is no way, I will avoid it for a while, then I will slowly find a way!"

At this time, Yan Yuyu pulled him and walked toward the other side of the platform. He said, "Shaoyang, come see this!"

Ye Shaoyang followed her to the other side of the roof and looked over the railing. There was a white sky in the distance, and the surrounding black air was forced into a cylindrical shape.

Ye Shaoyang squatted on the spot and looked at the place shrouded in white light. It was just the street on the set. On the opposite side was a hill. Ye Shaoyang recognized it at a glance. The top of the mountain is where Ye Family Temple is.

For a moment, I understood everything.

At this time, the pony's phone was also opened, and the meaning of Ye Shaoyang was being conveyed. Ye Shaoyang grabbed the mobile phone. Ye Bo, who was on the phone, said: "With a big horn, everyone will run on the set, do not bring anything. Also inform the three villages, the same is true, hurry, or you have to kill!"

Ye Bo only promised on the phone, and did not ask why.

After the smashing, Ye Shaoyang woke everyone up, took important things, and ran quickly in the direction of white light.

All the way to the chessboard array on the street, leaving the dead air, the sun fell from the top of the head, looking at it, the entire board array is bathed in the sun, no different from the daytime, but at the end of the street, the sky is immediately shrouded in black air The dividing line is very obvious.

It can be seen that the dead air circulates in the air and spreads around, but once it reaches the boundary, it is immediately dissipated and disappears.

There are a lot of residents on the set, who have been waking up to each other, gathered one by one in a place far away from the black gas, and watched with surprise, scared not to be adult, and some children cried on the spot.

"What is going on here, how is it still good?" Pony and others asked with surprise.

Ye Shaoyang looked back at the Yejia Temple on Dufeng and said: "It is the image of Ye Fashan, and the suffocating suffocating force repels the dead air."

Where I was confused before, I finally found the answer: the three vertical and seven horizontal turtles in front of the game, originally designed to match the suffocation of the gods, run the submerged, endless life, forming a huge enchantment... ...

After listening to him, everyone was shocked.

"No," said the pony. "Is your ancestors more than a thousand years ago?"

Ye Shaoyang gave him a look. "In the enchantment, you can isolate all evil spirits. Therefore, he probably just wants to leave a refuge for his descendants, and it really comes in handy today."

When the pony heard it, he nodded and sighed: "Yes, the ghost mother should have his old man sealed in the ancient well. I am worried that she will come out one day sooner or later, and there will definitely be some preventive measures."

At this time, someone discovered Ye Shaoyang, knowing that he was a mage, and immediately came up, asking questions about the situation. Ye Shaoyang had time to answer one by one, only let them stay here first, never enter the black air.

At this time, the broadcast sounded.

The market town is just in the middle of the four villages. The broadcasts of each village can be heard. First, Yejiacun, then Wangjiacun... The broadcasts of the four villages are ringing one after another. The meaning is one: the situation is urgent, everyone should not clean up. Take time to rush to the streets, or you will be in danger...

After waiting for a while, the villagers began to come in from all directions. Everyone was scared, and some were still crying, saying that their relatives were missing.

"Mr. Ye!" Suddenly a woman fell to the foot of Ye Shaoyang and cried with his feet.

Ye Shaoyang and Xiaoma and others spent a lot of effort to lift her up. After asking for a long time, the woman said the situation intermittently: her husband died not long ago, and the rural burial was buried in the homestead of his backyard. Last night she slept in the middle of the night and heard someone knocking at the door, and there was a cry if there was nothing.

This situation lasted for a night, she wanted to run out, but did not dare to open the door, until just heard the broadcast, the neighbors were greeting, and she jumped out of the window.