"please!"

Young Master Ye looked solemn, with dark eyes and evil face, and was excited to see the hunting.

Ning Feng shook his head and laughed, feeling that he and Young Master Ye were like two big green-backed crickets about to step into the cricket jar.

What’s even more funny is that the cricket jar was made by one of the crickets, and it was excited to step into the cricket jar. What’s this called?

The others present did not have as much thought as Ning Feng. The fierce ghost king stood up after leaving his seat, the white-haired old demon stood with his hands, and the ghosts were leaving the seat on both sides.

All, with a solemn expression.

The stage, the yin house, and the heavy building ghost realm all appear hazy with the movements of the fierce ghost king, as if from the earth to the underworld.

Only the Yin-Yang Town Portal exposed after the King of Ghosts made way out became clearer, like a real door opening, Ning Feng could even smell the smell from the other side.

At this point, all words are redundant.

Ning Feng and Young Master Ye looked at each other and walked towards Yin and Yang Town step by step.

"Um."

As soon as he stepped into it, Ning Feng groaned, and a cold feeling was sliding across his skin, as if he was walking into the water.

From the corner of his eyes, Young Master Ye took a deep breath and stepped into it without hesitation.

"here we go."

"Yinyang Town, I'm here."

Ning Fenggang said to himself in his heart, the cold feeling that slipped through his skin disappeared, as if he was passing by a thicker stream of water.

The membrane passes through it.

"cold!"

He subconsciously tightened his clothes, and at the same time he discovered that he had closed his eyes at some point.

“What a weird feeling.”

Ning Feng opened his eyes and finally saw clearly the place that made him feel cold.

At night, there are no stars and moons, and there are cold winds, blowing through.

There was a town in front of me, everything was shrouded in thick fog, and I could only faintly see red dots flashing, as if a person was walking at night with a lantern.

"It doesn't seem right."

Ning Feng subconsciously tightened his clothes again. This time it was not cold or terrible.

This place, no matter where it is, makes him feel creepy and comes out from his bones.

Wherever he saw, there was chaos in all directions, as if the place where the town was and outside the town under his feet were the only real existence in this chaotic void.

If you take a step out, you will be torn into pieces by the chaotic airflow; if you take a step in, you will be misty and you will not be able to see it in detail.

"Where did Qiye go?"

Ning Feng looked around strangely, but never saw Qiye, the Demon Sect who walked into Yinyang Town with him.

"Don't worry. Come and take a look first."

Ning Feng shrugged his shoulders, and now he had no other choice. He tightened his clothes again and walked towards the town where the red light of the lanterns flashed.

By this time he had already understood that the "cold" he felt was not the coldness of coldness, but more likely the coldness of coldness.

Yin and Yang are too cold.

As Ning Feng heard his hundredth footsteps sound in his ears, he suddenly stopped and looked horrified: "No..."

The Yin-Yang Town in front of me is still shrouded in the fog, but some things can be seen clearly.

Among them, the clearest thing is the two.

One is that there are stone tablets with high and low people under his feet, which are old and broken, but the three big characters on it are as red as blood: Yin and Yang Town!

First, not far away, it seems to be the red light emitted by night walkers carrying lanterns.

The lantern is indeed a lantern, but the person with the lamp is not seen.

Looking at the lanterns, Ning Feng's eyes instantly turned straight.

They were the size of ordinary lanterns, and there was still a lever behind them like a monkey's tail, and the lights were covered with darkness under thick paper. These were nothing, but the fatal thing was that these lanterns were clearly floating in the air and flying towards the town.

The lantern is painted with human faces, eyes are tilted, the corners of the mouth are cracked like a smile, and the top is still spreading and covered with hair.

"Human head lantern..."

Ning Feng's heart skipped a beat, and these four words appeared.

In fact, except for flying hair, nothing can be associated with the word "human head", but seeing these lanterns floating towards the town, he couldn't help but think about this.

"It's deadly..."

Ning Feng instinctively slid towards the corner of the wall. God knew what would happen if he blocked these people's heads and lanterns. Will the drawn mouth open and chew it over?

He didn't want to know at all.

As the lanterns flew towards Yin and Yang Town, as long as they were closer to Ning Feng, they would turn their direction and face him with the one with the facial features of the human face, as if they were curiously looking at the stranger.

“Huh?”

Ning Feng suddenly felt shocked and spoke out.

He looked over in the direction of the wall and saw that he was surprised on the only way to enter Yin-Yang Town at the corner of the outer wall of the town.

With the mental preparation of Yin and Yang Town and the baptism of human heads and lanterns, Ning Feng would not feel strange even when he saw something abnormal, at least he would not have reacted so much.

However, the current situation is exceptional.

It's not that it's too abnormal, but that it's too normal.

At the corner of the town wall, dozens of feet away from Ningfeng, there are dim lights, accompanied by the warmth of the fire.

Under the lights and fires, an old man was busy with his body bent.

There was a burden and a stove in front of the old man. He was adding something to the boiling pot. There were several tables, chairs and benches near him, which looked no different from the ordinary burdens that sold snacks in the mortal world.

Ning Feng pondered for a moment, walked forward, and the direction he was moving forward was exactly where the old man was.

"There will be a demon when things happen normally."

"In this Yin-Yang Town where it is abnormal, such a normal scene is the biggest abnormality."

"It's better to go over and take a moment."

Ning Feng thought in his heart, and kept walking to the burden.

"Dang thump~"

When he stopped, he heard rhythmic footsteps in his ears, coming from the darkness at the other end.

Ning Fengtou didn't look back. Suddenly, he threw a sentence in that direction: "You are here."

"You are here too. Brother Ning."

While the voice of speaking came, a figure that was as handsome as a man stepped out of the darkness. It was Qiye, a Demon Sect who entered with Ning Feng and disappeared.

Ning Feng remained silent, but his mind was turning rapidly: "Qiye came in with me, but he never appeared in the same place. It seems that it is because of the mystery of Yin and Yang Town itself."

"We entered Yin-Yang Town in different places, and now we have come to this burden almost in a row. It seems that its importance is even more than my guess."

Ning Feng looked at the old man who had no guests but was always busy.

The old man's hair and beard were all white, his clothes were covered with patches, and his hands were covered with cracked wounds, showing the difficulties of life.

After Ning Feng and Qiye's conversation ended, he seemed to have noticed the arrival of the two. He raised his head and asked in a slow speed: "Two guests, do you want to use a bowl of wonton noodles?"

Ning Feng looked up suddenly and found that there was a flag next to the burden and the simple stove. It was inserted there, with the words "wonton noodles" written on it on the white background.

"Huh. Did it not exist just now, or did I carelessly not see it?"

No matter how Ning Feng searches all the dry intestines, he never finds the answer to this question.

"Just as long as wontons, no noodles."

Ning Feng responded according to his own habits.

At the same time, Qiye of the Demon Sect also spoke: "Just as noodles, don't have wontons."

The two of them overlapped their voices and looked at each other subconsciously, with strange looks on both of them.

“It’s really a coincidence…”

"It's a pity that he is not a woman, otherwise it would be appropriate for everyone to share a bowl."

When this thought flashed out, Ning Feng shivered and hurriedly comforted himself that he must be because of the cold and erosion of Yin and Yang Town, and his mind was no longer in control.

What’s fun is that Qiye of the Demon Sect suddenly shuddered, which made Ning Feng very curious about what he thought of?

After getting the answers from the two, the old wonton man looked muddy and started to cook a bowl of wontons and a bowl of noodles with mechanical movements.

Waiting was boring, and Ning Feng's gaze made Qiye feel bad before. He glanced at wontons and suddenly sneered:

"Brother Ning, I wonder if you have thought of a problem?"
To be continued...