Just going by intuition.

The subconscious mind comes into play.

Ji Yuan is different.

Under the third level of Huangtian Daotu.

The spiritual reflection of gods and Buddhas.

Everyone can be invited into the destiny.

Let him be sent as he pleases.

His thoughts moved slightly.

The night wandering god located under the dragon's head.

Like a soldier waiting for orders.

The ground turned into a flying star and shot into the hall between the eyebrows.

boom!

It was like thunder exploding out of thin air.

The spirituality of the Night God.

Attached to oneself.

Ji Yuan was suddenly shocked.

His closed eyes slowly opened and he said word by word:

"Ghosts and gods...the names of yin and yang."

His voice was deep and majestic, as if he had become a different person!

Ji Yuan's current state seemed like he was practicing the once-popular divine fighting technique.

Specially use talisman water, prayers and other rituals to hypnotize yourself and invite the gods to come to you!

Now, he has stirred up the evil spirit in his destiny.

It's as if there really is a night-walking god who has settled in his own flesh shell.

What I saw and heard was like changing the world!

"Listen carefully to the whispers, monitor good and evil, and keep all ghosts away... It's really wonderful!"

The two colors of yin and yang flowed in Ji Yuan's eyes, and two rays of light shot out.

My mind keeps rising, as if it reaches the sky.

Jinfeng Xiaoyu Building, Fangshi, Street.

This person is like a sky eye hanging in the sky, shining in all directions.

This kind of overlooking the world is an extraordinary perspective.

It’s like turning into a fairy!

If you are practicing Qi and Blood martial arts, if you want to be able to observe a hundred miles of land, it is like looking at lines on the palm of your hand.

You must become a great master of the unity of heaven and man!

But at this moment, Ji Yuan has entered the destiny with the help of a Night Wandering God, and has powerful means far beyond the second level of Tongmai.

In a land of hundreds of miles, no matter how subtle the movement is, it cannot escape his ears and eyes.

At this time, it is close to the Zi period, which is the stage when Yin Qi is at its strongest.

In the streets and alleys around Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower, ghosts of dead people walked away in confusion.

Sometimes they gather in groups, sometimes they disperse individually.

They may have been wounded by swords and died innocently,

Or he was wronged during his lifetime and hanged himself.

Rolling resentment is like a dark cloud over the city, entrenched in the streets.

"At the feet of the saint, there are so many ghosts who cannot be reincarnated, crowding in the world of heaven... So what should it look like outside Daming Mansion!?"

Ji Yuan couldn't help shaking his head.

He was sitting cross-legged in the bamboo house.

The night wandering god's listening ability is activated.

All kinds of noises poured in.

His head almost exploded.

Just like hundreds of people talking about their own things.

This is a conspiracy, slander, conspiracy, and words of misfortune within several circles, all competing to get their ears.

Fortunately, Ji Yuan was prepared and guessed the possibility.

Invoking the blessing of 【Destroy Illusion】, your mind will be chilled and all distracting thoughts will be eliminated.

"I want to see if anyone will mention it to me."

The human voices were too mixed and the ghost voices were too chaotic, so Ji Yuan simply filtered them all out.

He listened carefully, paying attention only to the subtle sounds that related to his own name.

Not long after, several voices of conspiracy actually appeared!

…

…

In Dade Square, a soft sedan stopped.

Luo Long, wearing a fourth-grade military attaché robe with black tiger patchwork, strode into the imposing mansion with two stone lions standing at the door.

From the housekeeper to the nursing home, servants, maids, and maids.

Each of them wore sackcloth and mourning, and looked sad, as if they had lost their parents.

White paper lanterns were hung high, lifelike paper figures, and paper horses painted in bright red and green were placed everywhere.

Luo Long frowned slightly, seeming a little unhappy.

Death in the family is inherently unlucky.

We have to do a lot of things to create such a momentum.

Wouldn't it be terrible if his career as an official was ruined?

Those two useless good-for-nothing brothers will die as soon as they die.

Anyway, we don’t go back and forth on weekdays, and it makes the whole house uneasy, so what’s the need?

Luo Long was full of complaints and dissatisfaction, but he didn't express it clearly.

He has always been filial to his mother and knows that his mother dotes on her son very much.

The second child, Luo Meng, and the third child, Luo Lie, died one after another, which was an extremely heavy blow.

"Is the old lady okay?"

Seeing the butler coming to greet him, Luo Longdan asked calmly.

"The old woman knew that the second and third masters were gone, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man away. She was so heartbroken that she fainted from crying twice.

The old slave quickly asked the doctor from Qianjintang for diagnosis and treatment, prescribed a prescription, and grabbed medicinal materials...

The doctor told me that I must rest peacefully and not get angry, let alone hurt my body again, otherwise my life may be in danger."

Luo Long's face trembled, he raised his eyes to look at the spacious main hall used for coffins, and coldly snorted:

“If you don’t worry about living, you will harm others after you die!

Take me to see the old lady. If it is really serious, I will go to the Imperial Medical Bureau to ask for a spiritual elixir that can nourish the energy and nourish the mind, and mix it well."

The housekeeper nodded repeatedly and sighed in his heart:

"My uncle is really filial and he always thinks about me."

Luo Long walked through the corridor and entered the third backyard.

Standing outside the door of the east wing, let the maid pass the news.

Everyone in the whole family knows that the uncle listens to the old lady the most.

I go to the Ministry of War Yamen every day for duty, and as long as it’s not too late, I will take the initiative to go over and say hello.

"The old lady asked the uncle to come in and talk."

After a while, a beautiful maid came out and whispered softly.

Luo Long held his head high and lifted the curtain.
To be continued...