The ground is full of frost, and the crescent moon is like a hook.

It was the end of the Hai hour, but Yan Yun was sleepless. He pushed open the door, walked through the patio, and walked to an open-air platform, looking at the sleeping village in the quiet night.

This village is called Zhoujia Village, and this house is Lizheng's home.

The slut head confused the ghost with the King of Dayu. If it leaked, it would be enough to destroy the Zhou family. The people were afraid of causing a disaster, so they tried to keep Yan Yun, an outsider, to drink and stay overnight.

During the meal, there was only one person in the room. Before the wine and food were served, he used a wooden plate to hold a bag of silver and money to honor Yan Yun.

This is the "seal fee" given to Yan Yun by Li Zheng, a fake tolerance. Although Yan Yun couldn't bear it, he could not completely refuse to accept it. Otherwise, Li Zheng would not be able to sleep, and he might even tie his head to the yamen and surrender. If he had nothing to do, he would cause trouble. Therefore, Yan Yun collected one-third of it and pretended to be mysterious and said that he had a heavy responsibility and had no time to take care of other things, and would leave early tomorrow morning.

In this way, while he was at ease, he guessed Yan Yun's true identity and wrote the word "king" on the table with wine.

Yan Yun only smiled but did not respond.

Li Zheng was sure that Yan Yun was sent from the royal city. After all, the haunted incident caused panic. It was impossible for the yamen at all levels in the royal city to ignore it. It is very possible to send capable people to investigate secretly.

After drinking and eating, the best room in the house was given to Yan Yun, and he was boiling water and serving tea with his head.

However, Yan Yun could not enjoy Li Zheng's kindness.

As the saying goes, the speaker is unintentional and the listener is intentional. The remarks that are enough to behead the head are like a huge rock in Yan Yun's heart, making him unable to sleep at night.

The King of Dayu massacred officials and his family. Several counties near the capital were haunted. The haunted incident started from the royal city. The consequences were the annihilation of population. Is there any connection between the two?

If so, the general Wuwei's mansion was beheaded by the whole family, it cannot be simply attributed to the king's anger at the Yan family for losing Longtou Pass...

Yan Yun's heart was in chaos, but the news he received now came from hearsay, and what kind of existence the ghost was is a mystery unless...

Before we knew it, the moon reached the middle of heaven and it was already midnight.

"Official, why haven't you been sleeping yet?" Lu Li appeared at the door with his sleepy eyes rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"When I arrived at a strange place, I recognized my child and couldn't sleep." Yan Yun said.

"Does the official want to catch a ghost?" asked Lu Li, taking it for granted.

"If you bump into it, I want to catch one." Yan Yun was disturbed by someone's thoughts, and he unintentionally continued to stay where he was and walked towards his bedroom.

It was too late, and Yan Yun had traveled for more than ten days. He was really tired. This time he fell on the bed and fell asleep quickly.

Of course, he did not take off his clothes, and his iron spear was leaning against the bed within reach. There was a self-defense dagger hanging on his right waist. Iron maces, bows and arrows were placed on the back of the war horse outside the house. If there were really ghosts sucking human souls, he could react as soon as possible.

Time passes, and the moon shadows droop westward.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually piled up, covering the moonlight, and the quiet village suddenly became dark.

The wind blew the woods, and the frosted branches made a rattle, monotonous and weird, and then returned to peace.

Yan Yun, who was sleeping, had a dream. He dreamed that a ball of fire was burning. The ball of fire was very close to him, and it seemed to be pressed against his chest, and even there was a bit of shock between his eyebrows.

"Fire!" Yan Yun woke up in his dream and patted his chest.

The moment he opened his eyes, he knew that he had a nightmare, but the heat on his chest was real, and it did not ease because of his awakening, but became stronger and stronger!

He pulled his clothes and looked down, but the gift gift given by Yu Zhenzi when he said goodbye to Xiao Zhongnan was shining slightly, and the heat was what it was.

He has been hanging this tip on his neck, and it has never happened today. Could it be...

Yan Yun tightened his heart and was about to get up from the bed, but after a second thought, he lay down again, holding the iron spear in his left hand, and half-closed his eyes to the roof.

Outside the door, the war horse sniffed and his hooves stomped around restlessly.

The sound of clothes was vaguely heard, very slight, and if you didn't listen carefully, you could hardly find it. Then, there was a short and strange sound of foreign objects falling on the tiles.

Yan Yun listened carefully and felt something coming to him, and his goal was very clear, landing on the roof of the bedside from far to near.

"Here you come!" Yan Yun said in his heart, still motionless.

At this time, a layer of white frost suddenly appeared on the surface of the tile, spreading rapidly.

Yan Yun opened his eyes wide open. Just as he was about to get up and raise his gun and snatch it straight, he found that he was stiff all over, as if he was imprisoned on the bed by an invisible force and could not move.

He wanted to speak out, but he was limited to one thought, but he was unable to make any moves.

He is like fresh fish on a chopping board, and he can only wait for slaughter!

Oops!

He thought to himself, but he had no choice. In this moment, he was sweating profusely, and a thought flashed through his mind - a ghost!

Such incredible things are unheard of in Yan Yun's life experience, and they are personally experienced.

Only then did he realize what those who were sucked from their souls had experienced before their death and how fearful they were!

Countless illusory shadows appeared in front of Yan Yun's eyes through the dark tiles. The shadows were incredibly painful, their eyes were thrust, and they opened their mouths wide, as if they were shouting hard, but they could not make any sound.

They are entangled in one place, rolling in the invisible clouds, mainly among the middle-aged people, mixed with individual elderly people and children.

They seemed unwilling to invade Yan Yun and shrank back one by one, but as these phantoms became more and more, they quickly covered the upper half of the room.

Yan Yun's vision began to blur, his hands and feet became cold. He experienced this feeling once, after being severely injured by the bear sister.

However, the warmth in his chest was as hot as boiling water, and it was getting hotter and hotter!

Suddenly, a dazzling long rune emerged from Yan Yun's clothes. As soon as it appeared, it turned into countless golden lights, like sunlight penetrated the darkness, and like thousands of arrows, and suddenly, it penetrated the ghost that emerged from the rolling clouds.

These ghosts that were crowded with people before the blink of an eye were instantly washed away!

Yan Yun saw that the dazzling rune was actually a piece of seal script, with a total of nine characters—

Those who are in the battle line up to move forward!

Just as the ghost was destroyed, someone groaned on the tiles, and several broken tiles fell from Yan Yun's head.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost?" Yan Yun shouted and stabbed the iron spear in his hand with the greatest strength in his life.

There was a "clang" sound.

A big hole was opened on the roof, and while the tiles splashed, a shadow was avoiding it in a hurry.

Yan Yun escaped from death and became angry. More importantly, the tips on his chest gave him endless courage. He pulled open the door and drew the knife to cut the reins, and he turned over to the horse.

The moon emerged from the clouds again, under the faint silver gray, a figure that seemed to be covered with a burqa was floating on the roof, and in a flash he jumped from one roof to another. He held a small flag in his hand, and the flags were both black.
Chapter completed!