Guagua...

The stars are dim, the night wind is tight, the old owl cries sadly and the ghost fire shakes.

On the outskirts of Ning County, on the north slope of a mass grave, there is an old locust tree with a crooked neck. The branches and leaves of the old locust tree have withered, and a few old swans are perched on it, which sends chills down one's spine.

There are dense piles of graves at the foot of the slope, old and new, and paper money is flying in the night wind.

In the distance, a weak candlelight slowly came in this direction, accompanied by one or two "hey hey" laughter, which easily made people think that something dirty was about to happen.

A rather good-looking woman wearing a pink gauze skirt with half-revealed clothes was running in the dark with her skirt in hand, looking panicked and desperate.

The fragrant wind floated, and laughter came from behind him. A handsome young libertine dressed in silk and satin, holding a lantern, squinted and sniffed the faint fragrance in the wind.

Not in a hurry, but yet following closely, it's like a cat playing with a mouse.

As I ran, I came across a wooden house in front of me. The woman in pink clothes panicked and rushed forward. The prodigal man followed slowly with a lantern in his hand, "Originally I wanted to have a place with the sky as a quilt and the earth as a mat, but I didn't expect God to be so beautiful.

It is fitting that this young master will have flowers and candles in his bridal chamber tonight to marry Mrs. Qiao!"

"Don't leave, my beauty, I am here too!"

The prodigal followed him into the small wooden house. After entering, the small wooden house disappeared into the dark night, and what was revealed was a new grave. The earth color was still very new, and there was no grave grass on it.

If an outsider sees this, he might as well say something like: Good words can't persuade a damned ghost, and great compassion can't save a person from death!

But how can those who enter inside know this?

The prodigal felt that what he had entered was not a small wooden house, but a magnificent palace with nine winding corridors, connected pavilions and pavilions, and many palaces...

He originally thought that something was wrong, but when he was hesitating, he saw a group of orioles and swallows wearing golden walking shoes and half-covered clothes. The beauty was looming, and their bodies were full of fragrance, which could make the blood of humans and animals boil. They rushed towards him.

, chirping to coax him and walked inside.

All the beauties said that this was the Palace of the North King. The North King was hospitable to guests, and the young master was charming and suave. He could tell the difference between a dragon and a phoenix at the first sight. The North King would definitely be pleased to see it and appreciate it. When the time comes, the young master can do whatever he wants.

When the prodigal heard this, he laughed and stretched out his big hands eagerly, "What can I do?"

"How do you want to treat your slave, Master?" His big hand was lightly blocked by his bare hand and he returned.

"What do you think?" The big hand struck again and touched a soft one with a faint fragrance.

"Sir, how are you doing?"

The libertine was not ashamed, but proud of it. While laughing, he put his fingertips to his nose and sniffed, showing his intoxication. Then he looked at the girls, his eyes blurred before he was drunk, "It smells so good!"

Surrounded by this group of warblers, the prodigal went to meet the master of the mansion, King Bei, with frivolous steps.

Step into the nine-curved corridor, pass through many palaces, and finally arrive at a magnificent hall with white walls, red tiles and glazed columns.

In the brightly lit grand hall, the sound of silk, bamboo and wind music could be heard, and all the beauties in the hall danced together, laughing constantly. On the high seat in the middle was a middle-aged man in a python robe, with a heroic appearance and a heroic face.

On the side seats on both sides of the hall, there are scholars holding chopsticks and hitting bowls to meet each other; there are knights stepping on the table, shouting loudly, and their postures are heroic; there are also woodcutter sitting on the side, looking at the beauties in the hall, coveting their silly joy...

The prodigal man followed the girls into the room, and the Northern King raised his glass boldly, "A friend has come from afar, and we should respect him. I wonder how you call your highness, the young master?"

The prodigal raised his eyes and looked around, as if he was looking for someone. Hearing this, he cupped his hands and said, "My surname is Mo. Just now, I followed a woman in pink and accidentally broke into the land of the Northern King. Please forgive me for the rudeness!"

"The lady in pink? Oh! I think the young master said it should be Qiu Niang, my thirteenth daughter! Someone is coming! Ask Qiu Niang to come up and meet this noble young master. Maybe it will be a good story! Haha..."

As the heroic voice of King Bei sounded, all the guests in the palace raised their glasses to celebrate.

Not long after, the woman in pink clothes reappeared, slim and graceful, half-covered by a silk scarf, her watery eyes were rippled, her rings and robes collided with each other as she walked, and her steps collided with each other, making a tinkling sound that was clear and sweet to the ear.

The green hair is like a waterfall, the starry eyes are rippled, and the subtle fragrance floats, sultry.

When the prodigal saw her, he got drunk before drinking. He followed her body with his eyes, shook his head and said: "This girl should only exist in the sky. Could it be that I accidentally came to the heaven? I should compose a poem about this situation.

It’s a gift to a beautiful person!”

As he spoke, he stood up, cupped his hands towards the woman in pink and said, "I was a little rude to Princess Thirteen just now, and I hope Princess Thirteen will forgive me! Here, I will compose a poem for Princess Thirteen."

He held the wine glass and walked up to the hall as if there was no one else around, his eyes never leaving the thirteenth princess in pink. After seven steps, he said "Yes", "The clouds are like the clothes and the flowers are like the face, the spring breeze is blowing the threshold and the dew is rich. If it weren't for the crowd,

When we meet at the top of Yushan Mountain, we will meet under the moon at Yaotai."

"Good! What a poem!"

King Bei took the lead in clapping his hands and applauding, and the talented people also hit bowls in agreement.

When the Thirteen Princesses looked at the prodigal, there was suddenly a sparkle in their eyes.

Not long after, the wanderer also joined in this wild scene and frequently raised his eyebrows to invite the thirteen princesses beside him.

When Princess Thirteen looked at the prodigal, there was an inexplicable tangle and struggle in her eyes.

I don't know how much time passed, but all the guests in the venue were bent over their desks, too drunk to wake up.

Those people who were still smiling at each other suddenly changed their demeanor after the middle-aged man on the throne stood up, revealing his green face and fangs.

Those drunken guests who were lying at their desks all turned into rotting corpses, and the stench filled the place.

The originally beautiful palace had already turned into a dark and cold cave.

The bright lights instantly turned into green ghost candles.

In the middle of the cave, there is a blood pool several feet wide. In the center of the blood pool, there is a strange three-eyed statue with eight arms, nine snake tails, and green face and fangs.

This isn't Prince Shi's Mansion, it's clearly a ghost nest.

Even the face of the former thirteenth princess, who was so fresh and graceful, had become pale and bloodless, and there was just a trace of sadness between her eyebrows, but it was difficult to erase it.

When he looked at the prodigal, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.

"What's the matter? Qiuniang doesn't want to leave her anymore? Haha..." someone teased.

Someone said: "This young master is suave and talented, and he cares so much about our little Qiuniang. She has a kind heart, how can we bear to watch him die?"

The middle-aged man in a python robe said solemnly: "Okay! The blood food of the seven, seven and forty-nine Yin spirits has been prepared. A new round of sacrifices has officially begun. Everyone should be quick with their hands and feet. There are righteous people paying attention to this place.

Regarding the matter of missing people, after finishing this vote, we will change places tomorrow."

"yes!"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he came to the edge of the blood pool and muttered something. First he recited an incomprehensible spell. After the statue glowed, he said loudly: "The omnipotent beings are everywhere.

Lord of gods and demons! Your servants have prepared blood food for you, and I sincerely invite you to come..."

As the middle-aged man knelt down and prayed by the pool with a fanatical attitude, and triggered by an ancient and obscure spell, the statue in the center of the blood pool emitted a deep dark light, and the blood in the blood pool also followed.

It boiled and rushed towards the statue.

The prodigal who was finally brought here was carried by two strong female ghosts and carried to the edge of the blood pool. He almost vomited when he encountered the stench of blood.

When one of the female ghosts' claws touched the back of the prodigal's neck, a sharp sword emerged from the female ghost's back, "Ugh! Damn! I won't pretend anymore! It really stinks!"

"

The impaled female ghost screamed and began to turn into ashes with the sharp sword as the center.

When the other female ghosts saw this, they were startled for a moment, and then they all screamed and rushed towards the libertine.

Among these female ghosts, there was a female ghost in pink who looked at him, her eyes were filled with a light that did not belong to a ghost, and even her pale face seemed to be stained with a faint blush.

The prodigal man rose up violently with his sword, like a dragon rushing over the river, turning up waves, which turned into green lotuses. The lotus petals scattered, turned into sword energy, and shot out in all directions.

For a moment, the petals were fluttering and the sword energy was flowing freely.

The female ghosts injured by the petal sword energy screamed and retreated.

Wherever the sword energy crossed, it was like fireworks falling onto the paper, instantly burning the paper with holes and scorch marks.

The other strong female ghost closest to him was the most affected and turned into ashes.

The other female ghosts screamed and threw themselves into the blood pool, letting the blood in the blood pool wash away the sword energy stained on their bodies, even the little Qiuniang.

The middle-aged man came back to his senses and roared angrily, "The sword rises and the green lotus comes out. This is the green lotus sword technique. You are from the Qingxuan Sect, you deserve to die!"

The middle-aged man roared and backed away, clasping his hands. On the edge of the cave, a pair of mummy kicked off the coffin board and rushed towards the prodigal with a roar.

"Controlling ghosts and controlling corpses, remnants of the Corpse Ghost Sect, are you a member of the Heaven and Earth Sect or a member of the Wangui Pavilion?"

"you guess!"

"I guess your sister!"

The prodigal cursed, and jumped towards the middle-aged man with his sword, but was surrounded by mummies that looked a little dull but moved very quickly.

The sword energy shot into those dried corpses, only a popping sound was heard, like a spear thrust into a haystack, and it was unable to cause any effective damage to these dried corpses.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the edge of the blood pool, knelt down to the statue, and said some words of apology, as if he was afraid that the statue would be angry.

There was an aura exuding from the statue, and that aura made people's scalp numb.

Seeing this, the prodigal jumped away and led the mummies back out of the cave.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man jumped towards the prodigal, "Want to leave? Since you're already here, don't leave! If I miss a Yin Spirit Blood Food and the Lord of Darkness becomes angry, I can't bear it!"

"Sacrificing yourself to an ancient evil existence will eventually turn you into a monster that is neither human nor ghost. Is it worth it to gain a little bit of power?"

The prodigal's tongue exploded with spring thunder, which made the middle-aged man's head buzz and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Seeing the prodigal taking the opportunity to sneak into the cave passage, the middle-aged man snorted: "If you want to use words to confuse my mind, you are still young! As long as you can get the power, it doesn't matter if you become a ghost?"

As the two men chased each other in the passage, a shrill roar came from the cave.
To be continued...