Museum of Demons

Holding a black cloth umbrella, Wei Yuan followed the voice of the old man guiding him and walked forward.

It's about to rain, there are not many people on the road, it is empty, there is still a faint coldness on the bluestone slabs, and the buildings on both sides are full of ancient flavor.

Just like Daming more than a hundred years ago.

After making seven turns and eight turns, I walked to the old city that hadn't had time to be developed, stood still, and looked up.

In front is a garden, facing the gate, it is a three-storey wooden building. It is not difficult to see that this place used to be a very elegant place, but now, all the romantic stories have been blown away by the wind and rain. Combined with the lack of management and overhaul, it looks rundown.

It's here, it's here.

The old voice sighed with emotion.

Under the black umbrella, Wei Yuan looked down at the old man, and then at the garden. It was not that close. He picked up a willow leaf and opened his eyes again. He could clearly see that there was a first floor in this garden. Thick and dense black air, there is a layer of light blue light on the outside.

It is not difficult to guess that it was those members of the special operations team who were born in Wei Mingzong who found this place.

But somehow, the ghost that Qiniang had transformed was attracted again.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and touched the layer of blue light outside. He could clearly feel an instinct to avoid this place in his heart. It was obviously a preparation made by the disciples of the Weiming Sect to prevent ordinary people from breaking in. .

If you force your way inside, you will be forcibly ejected.

Wei Yuan pondered slightly.

However, the old man took two steps forward, slightly out of the range of the black cloth umbrella, and said with emotion: I'm back.

I've lived here for so many years, I've been away for so many years, and I'm finally back.

He stretched out his hand, and for some reason, neither the blue mask nor the black resentment in this place could stop him, and the dusty door slowly opened towards the inside amidst the creaking sound. It can be seen that there is a path facing the gate, and there are red lanterns on both sides of the road.

The old man stood sideways at the door, bent slightly, led the way to the yard with one hand, and said to Wei Yuan:

Brother Wei, come in.

Wei Yuan touched the piano box, nodded and walked in.

And the moment he walked into the wooden door, the two doors behind him were slammed shut, not letting in a gleam of brilliance, and the original red lantern turned pale, with a turquoise light shining through it, shining ghostly all the way. .

There was the faint sound of suona and the sound of singing.

It's gloomy.

It's not like people like it.

It's like listening to ghosts.

Finally, when he was about to face the rightful lord, Wei Yuan calmed down.

He carried the piano case on his back, held a black umbrella, and walked leisurely along the path, with ghostly lights on both sides.

Footsteps echoed.

Step, step, step.

………………

The talisman was suspended in the air and formed a formation.

Then burn to ashes at a faster rate.

Zhou Yi half-kneeled on the ground, with blood dripping from her shoulders, staining her white shirt red. On the ground next to her, Zhao Yi was lying motionless. Next to Yi Yi, turned him over, pressed on his neck, his expressionless face eased a little, and then nodded towards Zhou Yi.

This meant that Zhao Yi was still alive.

He no longer had the strength to speak.

Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at the dark ghost land around her, and the woman in red hiding in the darkness, shrouded in strands of night fog, with a bitter look on her face.

The opponent is not a ghost.

This is already a ghost that can be called a disaster level.

They miscalculated each other's strength.

As soon as she entered here, she was involved in the ghost domain. The talismans and magic tools prepared in advance were of no use to this woman. There was no way to cause substantial harm, and she couldn't disturb the ghost's emotions through words. It made it show its flaws and tried its best, even risking its life, but it only hurt a soul.

Failed.

It's not terrible to die here, but if such a vicious ghost is let out...

Zhou Yi's eyes became firm again, she raised her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and glanced at Xuan Yi.

Xuan Yi nodded silently.

He bit his finger, wiped a mahogany sword, and quickly wrote a talisman on it.

Xuan Yi's face turned even paler.

And the mahogany sword also had an extra red-golden light.

The young man let out a breath, then rushed towards Zhou Yi with a mahogany sword in his hand, stepping on his feet, and quickly changed direction. Zhou Yi took out a golden talisman and held it between his fingers, whispering in his heart, The way of heaven is clear, the way of the earth is pure. Tranquility, human nature is empty and quiet, and now I will go to Penglai as soon as possible by the order of the ancestors.

The talisman ignited spontaneously without wind, Zhou Yi flicked her hand towards the door, and the talisman flew out.

Then he also held a lightning strike mahogany sword, and he and Xuan attacked the female ghost in two places.

This way of Liangyi sword is already considered outstanding among the same sect.

But he still couldn't do anything to the resentful ghost.

Xuan Yi was defeated first, and then, having lost his companion, Zhou Yi, who was a little more skilled, coughed up blood and was also repelled. The lightning-struck mahogany sword cracked and shattered into several pieces.

She must die today, but she doesn't have much regret in her heart.

In any case, the news that there are ghosts and catastrophes here has been passed on.

No matter how vicious this evil spirit is, it will be difficult to further expand the damage.

But at this moment, Zhou Yi suddenly saw a golden light flying in front of her, and then flew out of the sky above her. Her face slowly froze, and then thinking of the records in the classics, she understood what happened. There was a look of despair and unwillingness on his face.

In the ghost domain, everything is upside down.

In this special environment, the talismans of communication, like modern means of communication, have no way to work.

No... no!

Thinking that such a ghost could still go out and harm people, Zhou Yi was shocked and angry, and also felt great fear.

Holding half of the mahogany sword, she got up staggeringly, and planned to continue attacking.

The female ghost on the opposite side lowered her head, her long hair dripping down grew suddenly, and one of them gathered together, like an iron awl, piercing violently towards Zhou Yi, who had just exhausted her mana and physical strength, he could only watch the long hair piercing through his heart, Xuan Yi was also powerless and could only watch with his eyes tearing apart.

when! ! !

There was a crisp sound.

The black hair, which looked like a weapon, was held at a delicate angle, then unloaded and slid away.

The black hair failed to pierce Zhou Yi's heart, but hit the ground next to her hard, splashing mud.

Zhou Yi froze for a moment, then turned her head to look.

What blocked the black hair was not a weapon, but an ancient piano box made of mahogany. Although the strand of black hair didn't have much power, it was obvious that someone could stop the ghost's attack with such a simple thing. The attainment of swordsmanship far exceeds Zhou Yi's understanding.

The piano box turned around and stood upright against the ground. The person who came was holding the umbrella with one hand and the piano box with the other. He didn't look at Zhou Yi whose complexion changed drastically when he saw his face, but just looked at it calmly. The female ghost who had appeared in her dreams many times earlier nodded and said slowly:

Wei Yuan of Quanzhou, invited by Qiniang, come to listen to a song.