"This is clearly a place for dead people to live."

Ning Feng followed behind depressedly, choosing the way to walk with one foot high and one foot low.

At his feet, there were staggered heights, or tilted, or leaked, or simply buried a tombstone with edges and edges left. God knows how many chaotic houses have you walked along the way?

"How many years will it take to accumulate so many graves?"

Ning Feng muttered in his heart, and suddenly his expression moved, revealing a sudden look: "Yes, this is not a Fenggao Mountain, it is clearly a grave-high mountain."

"I just don't know if I heard it badly, or if the townspeople were spreading it around, they were spreading it badly."

Ning Feng would not worry about the answer to this question, he cared more about another thing.

If he walks the same road, he has to choose the road. Why don’t the people carrying the sedan chair in front of him walk so straight and elegantly?

After looking closely, Ning Feng swallowed and knew the reason.

Perhaps because they were far away from the town and because the stars and moon were dark, the sedan chairmen no longer had to hide their identities. They were floating forward with their feet one foot off the ground.

This is because the old pianist cannot hear the sound of footsteps or breathing.

It was originally a ghost, floating forward, where did so many sounds come from?

"It's really a ghost."

Ning Feng raised his eyebrows and began to wonder if he had found the wrong clue.

"What I'm looking for is that the other party should be a master of the Southern Demon Sect, and it shouldn't be a ghost."

"From the geographical situation here, I'm afraid it's a bunch of fierce ghosts who have been here for many years. They have no malice towards the old zither and have never given less money. Am I a little meddling in this business?"

After thinking about it this way, Ning Feng stumbled for a while and followed.

He thought to himself: "Forget it, it's better to follow up and take a look. This nest of fierce ghosts has no malice anymore. If you come into contact with this frequently, the old piano master is old and weak in yang energy. He will easily get seriously ill, or even not get sick after looking back."

"Go and check the situation first, then make a decision."

After his thoughts were settled. Even though he was still worried about Chen Xiwei and the others, Ning Feng still calmed down and followed closely.

This one followed all the way to the top of the mountain.

"It seems like a fierce ghost, not an ordinary fierce ghost. The stigma is on the top of all ghosts."

Ning Feng judged and looked up strangely.

After the day and dusk alternated, he found that the sky was pitch dark, neither the moon was like water nor the stars were like shining. Even the five fingers that were so dark that they were so close that they could not see it.

“What special day is this?”

Ning Feng thought about this question and almost exposed his feelings. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and shrank in time.

At the place dozens of feet in front of him, the ancient tomb was still in a very desolate moment. The next moment, the yin energy suddenly rose and the ghost energy was full of sensation. Buildings with black colors rose up from the ground, as heavy as big cities.

"The yin and yang appear."

In the dark, Ning Feng was shocked and thought to himself: "Who is this fierce ghost? It can even be used to show such a despicable thing as Yin and Yang's appearance?"

A shady house refers to the inside of a tomb, and the other refers to the paper house burned to the dead.

The situation in front of you is a coincidence of the two.

It is as numerous as a big city, and its roads are like a maze. Taiban is the scene inside the tomb; it is gorgeous and exquisite, and there is a stage in front of it, which is mostly a paper house.

No matter which one or the overlap between the two, it means that the ghost here is just like Ning Feng's previous judgment, and it is so violent.

Yin and Yang are finally isolated. In addition to the legendary Yin and Yang towns that can communicate Yin and Yang, so that both the things in the world and the things in the world can appear in their original appearance, all those who can do this are great masters.

Now, this great master of magic has appeared not far from Ning Feng.

The moment the stage appeared before the cemetery, figures appeared out of thin air and sat down.

All figures looked like they were covered in black energy. Their ghost energy was thousands of times that of those who carried the sedan chair before.

They all sat upright, put their hands on their knees, kneeled on the mat, and stood up straight as a javelin.

Ning Feng looked at this scene and felt that he didn't feel like he was coming to the stage or at the banquet, he was more like he was in a heavily guarded military camp.

At the top, there is a large desk table, and behind it is a tall and majestic figure sitting like a mountain.

He simply sat there and gave people a kind of courage to dominate the world and pressed down heavily. Under this terrifying momentum, even the chaotic house behind him seemed a little distorted, as if it might collapse with his loud shout at any time.

Ning Feng's expression suddenly became solemn.

"This is definitely not an ordinary ghost. He was probably much more terrifying during his lifetime."

"Such power even makes the chaotic house uneasy. It can only be the evil spirit that surges into the sky during his lifetime, with strong blood and strong, and extremely brave, and carrying countless lives on his body."

"If he came here in his lifetime, he would be glaring and his blood would roll. If he shouted loudly, even the great ghost powers that appeared in the Yin and House Yang would be destroyed."

"The kind of fierce man who is hard to get close to ghosts and gods!"

Ning Feng felt his brain hurt.

Such a fierce man becomes a fierce ghost. If he harms the world for a while, he will take action, and he will not take action.

If you don’t take action, you won’t be able to pass your own stance;

If you take action, you may not be able to pass the other party's stance.

He was still thinking about it. The white-haired old man who led the way stopped first, and then the sedan chair also stopped. Wufeng automatically rolled up the curtain of the sedan chair.

The old zither held the guqin and came down tremblingly, as if it was so cold that it was trembling all over.

In fact, the weather is cold in autumn, and it is very refreshing and profitable, and it is far from being cold.

The old zither was clearly afraid and weak body, and began to unable to withstand frequent contact with ghosts.

After he got out of the sedan chair, the four sedan chairmen saluted to the fierce ghost at the top, and instantly turned into a ball of black air, carrying the sedan chair to float into the hut.

The white-haired elderly people are not like this.

He bowed to the fierce ghosts as a polite manner, unlike those sedan chairmen who were like meeting the king, but had a taste of equality.

The fierce ghost was also different from him. He raised his hand.

The white-haired old man walked up the stage and walked towards the lower corner of the fierce ghost. The closest to him was the only vacant position.

Apart from this vacancy, other places have been full of seats.

"This white-haired old man is extraordinary?"

Ning Feng was extremely surprised. He didn't notice anything special about this white-haired old man before?

But if there is no special nature, how can there be a place to sit in front of such a fierce ghost?

He was still wondering if he had made any mistakes, but found that the white-haired old man did not sit directly, but came to the back of the empty seat and stood solemnly.

The next moment, a young man appeared in a black robe with gold wire on it, wrapped in a young man.

"Can it be him?"

Ning Feng was excited and looked at him intently.

This young man in black robe was the only one present except for the white-haired old man who had just arrived, who could clearly see his appearance.

This pair of master and servant are also the only people present!

After Ning Feng looked at the young master for the first time, his spirit couldn't help but feel dazed, and he couldn't help but reveal a stunning emotion.

What kind of beauty is this?!

"How can men be so beautiful? This young man is not a female, right?"

Ning Feng judged it from his appearance. He wanted to make such a judgment, but the young man had no feminine feeling on his body. Instead, he had a kind of purity.

In the situation, Ning Feng could not judge what kind of purity it was. If he put the two of them together and judged by an outsider, he would definitely come to such a conclusion:

Ningfeng's cleanliness is a kind of cleanness and clearness after exposure to sunlight, and belongs to the smell of sunlight;

The purity of the young master is a kind of pure, pure black and night, not dirty, but just the pure darkness of the night, belonging to the taste of the night.

The two people give people the feeling, just like the day and night, the completely opposite purity.

"It's him, it must be him!"

There was a voice shouting in Ning Feng's darkness, and the unspeakable sense of danger surged into his heart.

"Young Master Ye."

The fierce ghost at the top suddenly spoke.

As soon as he spoke, the ghosts all raised their already straight body again, and all turned around and faced the fierce ghosts.

Mr. Ye is like this, and the old man with white hair is like this. Even the old pianist who is adjusting the strings stops his movements.

At this moment, Ning Feng felt more and more like a general who was on the iron-blooded battlefield.

"besides……"

He looked at Mr. Ye, "It turns out that his name is Mr. Ye, I remember it."

"What is the king's order?"

Young Master Ye asked with a graceful attitude and respectful attitude.
To be continued...