Underworld Ghost Soldiers, Sign In The Book Of Life And Death At The Beginning

Chapter 35

In his previous life, Lin Baixuan had read the original text of Liao Zhai, and also watched the TV series “The Empress of the Difu”.

When I was young, I didn’t think it was weird, but after I grew up, I read it occasionally, but it was very scary to think carefully.

“Born with anger… Suddenly I saw the skirt slightly exposed between the earth cliffs, and the maidservant appeared in a flash.” This “maidservant” is the fox girl Chunyan.

Chunyan saved Wang Shusheng’s life, and took him to the orphan garden, making him the host of the West Hall Bo. Only then did Wang Sheng meet Jinse and secretly promise a lifelong matter.

At first glance, it doesn’t matter, it’s just an ordinary story of talented men and beautiful ladies.

But when I think about it carefully, it is clear that the orphan garden is in the Yin Cao Jifu, specially “adopting the ghost of Jiuyou who died without a return.” Wang Sheng couldn’t find death, so how could he come to the underworld from Yangjian?

In addition, Xue Jinse, who is the daughter of “East Sea Xuehou”, is proud of her heart and never pretends in front of ordinary people. How can she say something to a poor scholar who is “no matchmaker, shameless and self-satisfied”?

Could it be that the dignified netherworld runner Wang Qianjin has never seen a man in his life? Even a poor scholar with a second marriage and a wife?

As for the robbers attacking the orphan garden and the Tigers pounced on Xue Jinse, that is simply nonsense!

The orphans are all incomplete souls. What can the robbers grab? Grab the bones? Still grab the corpse?

Although there are dead tigers in the Yin Division, there are seven or eight tiger demons in Yegui Village who have not yet reborn.

But what kind of tiger can make Xue Jinse, Earth Immortals, unable to resist?

“Is Jinse acting for Wang Sheng? Or is there another secret?”

Although I have only seen Xue Jinse twice, based on Lin Baixuan’s impression of her, the chance of the latter should be even greater.

With various factors, he suddenly germinated the idea of ​​going to Yangjian.

“Better not let me find anything…”

Lin Baixuan bid farewell to Xue Jinse, walked out of the Orphan Garden, and shook his body before reaching the northern foot of Yinshan Mountain.

Across this mountain col, not far away is Yangshan, the exit of Yangshi.

The dense fog of the mountains and forests did not stop Lin Baixuan’s gaze. As far as the eye can see, a group of Yin soldiers patrolled back and forth, and they were impenetrable.

The two ghosts guarded the entrance of the mountain col, and six ghost wolves sat beside them, staring at the dead souls entering the territory of Yinshan.

Lin Baixuan’s face had already cooled down.

How did such a guarding force, a little scholar Yang soul, escape these Yin soldiers and ghosts and come to the Orphan Garden?

He thought for a while, returned to the north gate of the orphan garden, searched around, and found an abnormality.

In the bushes not far from the door, a small blue grass about half a foot long attracted his attention.

“Firming Soul Grass…”

This kind of grass is countless on the road of Yellow Springs. Its only purpose is to emit a special smell to attract ignorant souls.

He searched all the way forward, and found another fixed soul grass about two hundred steps away.

“Someone is calculating Xue Jinse…”

Following the direction of Dinghuncao, Lin Baixuan explored step by step, and at the same time raised the twelve points spirit, closely inspecting the surrounding plants and trees. If there is anything wrong, he will immediately shoot on the spot.

Crossing the tributaries of the River of Forgetfulness, not far in front is a cliff, with rugged rocks, towering and tall.

The last Dinghun grass was planted under a rock. With the breeze blowing, the grass stems and leaves continued to sway.

“right here!”

Standing in front of the cliff, Lin Baixuan’s eyes flashed sharply.

He stepped out and hit the cliff.

The black light flashed, and Lin Baixuan’s body disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, he has come to Yang Shi.

Here is an unknown valley, breezy and sunny.

Surrounded by green trees and flowers, the eyes are full of colors, and the golden sunlight will come down immediately, coating the bottom of the valley with a magnificent golden color.

The valley was quiet, but the sound of birdsong added a bit of silence.

From the dark and gloomy Yin Division, suddenly came to this sunny world. Lin Baixuan was still somewhat uncomfortable, he raised his hand, slightly covering his eyes.

If there is no priesthood token to protect the body, the Yin Soldiers and ghosts will definitely not dare to walk in the noon sun.

The sunlight that ordinary people take for granted is extremely lethal to the ghost.

Even a Yin soldier commander would be greatly injured by the sun.

But for Lin Baixuan of the Golden Third Stage, there is no discomfort.

Now his heart is full of anger.

How can there be a secret path leading to the Yin Cao Netherworld here?

Who is it that deliberately planted the soul-setting grass in Yinshan Mountain to lure Wang Shusheng’s Yang soul into the barrier?

He vaguely felt that there seemed to be an invisible big net covering Xue Jinse’s head.

Perhaps Xue Jinse is just a small pawn in the plan, and the more important goal is probably the King of Wheels… or even Emperor Fengdu!

Purdue Cihang? Dragon King of the East China Sea? Buddhist remnants?

The three known forces had been circulated in Lin Baixuan’s mind, and they were quickly eliminated one by one.

The centipede essence was calculated by himself, and it should be healed and recovered.

However, Jinqiao is still suppressing Ao Wen in the East China Sea. Forgive the old Dragon King for not daring to act rashly!

Muqian even became a demon, it should not have much to do with Buddhism…

“The key to the problem is to find the scholar surnamed Wang first!”

Lin Baixuan thought secretly, thought for a moment, and then turned his patrolman costume into a light purple Shuoxue robe, the Night Watch book turned into a picture scroll, and held it behind him, holding the stilling pen in his hand, with a relaxed and contented expression, composing the song:

“The monarch walks for ninety thousand miles, the white clouds are everywhere, and the world is beautiful. Watch in the pavilion, drive the dragon and go to the clouds. The sword is bloodied in front, and the imperial palace is cold behind him. Just throw away his name and bury the bow and knife in the long street… …”

The voice was melodious and spread far away.

There was a middle-aged woodcutter outside the valley who was cutting wood. Hearing the sound, he looked towards the mountain. I saw a purple-clothed young man walking slowly from the mountain road to see that he was dressed elegantly and Bufan, straightened up immediately, and asked with cross-handed: “Where is the sir?”

Lin Baixuan smiled and gave a salute, and replied, “Wandering around in a leisurely way, even here. Dare to ask Xiongtai, where is this place?”

“This is Langya Yishui!”

The woodcutter smiled and said, “Mr. is in good spirits. He travels around the world for 90,000 miles. Have you ever seen the emperor?”

“This is never before!” Lin Baixuan said with a smile, “I would be interested in taking a look someday, and I don’t know what the emperor of this generation looks like.”

“Oh? Have you ever seen the emperor of the previous generation, sir?”

“I haven’t seen the previous generation, but the emperor of the next generation has seen it…”

The woodcutter only acted as Lin Baixuan joking. He laughed and said, “Go out from here, Qibali to the east is the town of Yishui County. There are often wild wolves in this mountain. It’s better to go as soon as possible because of his weak and weak appearance!”

Lin Baixuan thanked the woodcutter, and was about to leave, suddenly he moved in his heart and smiled: “You said there are wolves in the mountains, are you not afraid of it?”

“Fear—” The woodcutter waved the hatchet in his hand and smiled bitterly. “What about being afraid? A family of young and old will have to fall on this guy. With this knife in his hand, he can grow bold and wait for the sun. To the west, I have to go down the mountain.”

Lin Baixuan chuckled softly, stretched out his fingers, flicked the blade, and left immediately.

The woodcutter looked at the back of Lin Baixuan’s departure, and said with a laugh: “Another silly scholar who reads, I thought he was going to say something, I haven’t even seen a hatchet…”

He shook his head, turned around and cut the wood again. Unexpectedly, with a wave of the hatchet, the small tree with a thick bowl suddenly cut it in half.

The woodcutter was taken aback, and hurriedly looked down, only to see the cold glow on the hatchet, turning it into a sharp and unmatched Divine Armament weapon.

“Could it be that you met a god?”

The woodcutter suddenly awakened, and hurriedly knelt down, knocked his head in the direction of Lin Baixuan’s departure, and knocked out a big bag.