Huang Xiaolong stepped into the creepy darkness like a wandering strolling in the garden.

Shirley Bai, Qingqing, Xiaohong, Cao Dabiao, hurry up and follow.

As soon as Huang Xiaolong entered, he took out a few incense sticks and quickly recited the fire bell spell. Suddenly, the firelight shone brightly.

As soon as he entered the door, Huang Xiaolong first sensed a gust of cold wind and a surging resentment, anger, and extreme deep cold, surging from all directions, mixed with countless cruel thoughts. The temperature of the entire hall was definitely below zero.

Huang Xiaolong thought and directly transformed into layers of dense light nets. On each light net, there were small and exquisite talismans swimming, appearing and revealing an extremely tough aura.

This is a layer of protective light network, protecting Shirley Bai and others. In this way, any ghost aura and hostility in this ghost house can only escape by looking at the wind.

However, countless ghosts and resentful ghosts seemed to be spying on them in secret and did not appear immediately. Huang Xiaolong was not in a hurry and looked around with interest.

I saw that this was a hall with a large and quaint decoration. Although it was dilapidated and covered with dirt, it still vaguely exuded a gentle and bookish atmosphere!

The wooden furniture had long been rotten, and the broken screen fell on the side. On the wall, there were some portraits and calligraphy works hanging, which were so decay that it could not be seen clearly.

One of the bookshelfs scattered in the corner of the wall, mixed with a lot of scattered wooden structures. If you carefully identify them, it is a broken wooden boat model.

The dust on the desk was accumulated several inches thick, and under the dust, you could see some instruments. Huang Xiaolong recognized these instruments as ancient navigators, using Sinan, compass, astrology and other items.

"This...it's like coming to the mansion of an ancient Chinese navigator." Huang Xiaolong shook his head speechlessly. "Is it a ancient Chinese navigator who turned into a ghost after his death?"

However, Huang Xiaolong was not very interested in these things. No matter what the guy who arranged the ghost formation and secretly caused trouble, Huang Xiaolong didn't care about his identity during his lifetime. He could destroy him in the blink of an eye!

What Huang Xiaolong cares about the most is the mysterious black knife.

When my eyes turned, I saw an altar!

On the table, there was the black knife inserted! It exuded an infinite mysterious aura! On the knife, there was an ancient seal character "Yi". Suddenly, the other three knifes that Huang Xiaolong placed on his body also emitted strong fluctuations at the same time!

"Hahaha~~ I finally found you! That's really that... I'm searching for everything without any effort," Huang Xiaolong smiled.

It seems that this long journey from China to the Bermuda waters is worth it.

Cao Dabiao was also very excited. He actually knelt down at the black knife, folded his hands together, and looked pious.

That's right, if it weren't for this black knife, Cao Dabiao would have died long ago.

At this moment, a whimpering sound was blowing, and countless cruel and fierce resentment and thoughts passed by like a tide, causing all kinds of things in the hall to make a loud noise.

In the cold wind, there are vague figures, gradually solidifying.

At first glance, there were dozens of ghosts hanging on the beam of the room, their bodies were covered in blood, their heads drooped to one side, their tongues spit out more than a foot long, their bloody eyes bulged out, and their faces were ferocious, as if they were dying with their eyes closed.

All of these dozens of hanged ghosts were wearing sailor suits, with countless tooth marks on their bodies, as if they were bitten to death by some terrible beast.

"Ah~~~!!! Gangzi! Dazhuzi!" Cao Dabiao let out a heart-wrenching scream, his whole body was so angry and fearful.

Huang Xiaolong's heart moved, "Oh? Are these the crew members who disappeared with you that day?"

Cao Dabiao burst into tears with a wow, "Yes...yes...all of them are my crew members, my brother!"

"As a matter of fact, they were all killed by evil spirits." Huang Xiaolong's murderous aura flashed in his heart, "They were bitten by evil spirits and sucked away their yang energy... They died very miserable... After their death, their bodies were hung up..."

Huang Xiaolong took out the ghost tube and put away the ghosts of these crew members. After returning to China this time, he would send them to the underworld to be reincarnated.

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The chirping ghost howling sounded, and the hall suddenly shook, and the muddy and evil spirits surged out. Soon, these resentment and evil spirits condensed and turned into hideous evil spirits!

For a moment, the entire hall was filled with bloody heads, densely packed with evil spirits. Some were wearing ancient Chinese sailor suits, some were wearing retro European and American sailor suits, their heads were bleeding, their intestines were rotten, and their brains were splattered. Some were even cut in half, dragging half of their bodies, crawling and squirming with blood and difficulty.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, Huang Xiaolong saw that most of the evil spirits in the hall were blue-clothed ghosts with higher grades, purple-clothed ghosts, and even several ghost kings!

Moreover, the resentment and hostility they emit are obviously higher than the evil spirits of the same level as Huang Xiaolong saw before.

"Oh, I understand. These guys are all wearing sailor suits, and they should all die in the ocean. Especially these Chinese evil spirits, who die in a foreign land. They die in the sea and are not down-to-earth. Therefore, after their souls die, they do not enter the underworld, reincarnation, or the six realms. They can only wander in this Bermuda sea, not be subdued by Taoists, not be saved by monks, and never be reborn forever. Then their resentment and evil spirits are naturally incomparable! They are much more cruel than evil spirits of the same level!" Huang Xiaolong's heart moved slightly.

The evil ghosts in this ghost house are filled with resentment and gather together. Therefore, there are no living creatures in the entire island. Instead, some monsters like pythons and other animals have been bred, devouring each other, which are cruel and terrible.

However, in that sea area, the one who set up the ghost formation is definitely not the evil ghost here, even if there is the ghost king here. What Huang Xiaolong can be sure is that the evil ghost here is just a minion, and there must be even more powerful ghosts behind the scenes!

"Is it a ghost immortal? An existence that is even more powerful than the ghost king?" Huang Xiaolong shook slightly.

These thoughts just passed in a flash in a very short time.

It was time to say that the evil ghosts and ghost kings in the hall were all rushing towards Huang Xiaolong. For a moment, the wind was lingering, and the murderous aura was overwhelming. The violent and cruel thoughts made monsters like Qingqing and Xiaohong who had been practicing for thousands of years shudder.

Huang Xiaolong originally wanted to fight quickly, release the flying sword and kill these evil spirits.

However, with a thought, Huang Xiaolong released the ghost doll directly from the ghost tube!

In Liu City, the ghost doll refined by Taoist Master Xia!

This thing was originally necessary to capture 1,000 evil ghosts before it could be refined. Once it was refined, it would be bloody. Taoist Master Xia was still 10 evil ghosts away, and he could accomplish it. Unfortunately, this ghost doll was snatched by Huang Xiaolong, which made Taoist Master Xia lose all his efforts.

At this time, Huang Xiaolong sacrificed the ghost doll, quickly wiped the formation on his body, and drew several more formations!

This is equivalent to changing the original method of sacrifice and refining of ghost dolls.

In other words, Huang Xiaolong upgraded the original method of Taoist Xia to sacrifice and refine ghost puppets. In this way, the refined ghost puppets will be even more arrogant and cruel!

In the midst of lightning, the ghost puppet burst out with a terrifying suction like a vortex black hole, smashing all the evil ghosts rushing into the hall!

These evil ghosts turned into rolling black fog, and were all included in the ghost doll's demon body!

"Ah~~! Ah~~~~!" The evil ghosts made heart-wrenching and tragic sounds, but they inevitably became nourishment for ghost puppets.

Even those fierce ghost kings were shattered and poured into the ghost doll's body continuously. In the black fog, ghost faces appeared and disappeared, roared, roared, cursed, and tried to break free, but it was useless.

The aura of the ghost puppet became more and more terrifying. Its demon body made a crackling sound, and a pair of small black wings began to grow on its back!

The pair of black wings are growing continuously and growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like the wings of a giant bat.

"Okay, all these evil spirits will be swallowed by my ghost doll. Don't worry about them for the time being." Huang Xiaolong laughed, then walked straight to the altar, reached out to grab them, and grabbed the black knife in his hand.

Just then!

"Hmm?" Huang Xiaolong was suddenly moved!

"What's going on? There is still a trace of thought in this black knife!" Huang Xiaolong was shocked.

Yes, Huang Xiaolong felt very clearly that there was a trace of thought, tightly wrapped around the black knife!

"Hello..." A woman's voice came into Huang Xiaolong's mind.

This is the thought of entangling the black knife, trying to communicate with Huang Xiaolong!

"Are you?" Huang Xiaolong replied in a thoughtful voice.

Thoughts are not ghosts, nor are they physical. They are just a thought and obsession.

"I didn't expect that such a powerful person had found this place..." The woman's voice was very eager. "In the past, those who were teleported were ordinary people, and all of them were killed by these ghosts... Today, such powerful beings came, and these cruel and evil ghosts deserved to die..."

The woman's voice was filled with a sense of relief. It seemed that she and the ghosts here were not in the same group.

Huang Xiaolong's heart suddenly moved. "Oh, I understand. Captain Cao Dabiao entered this ghost house and was bound to die. But because he grabbed this black knife, he was teleported out in a daze. You did it, right?"

"Well~~My body and soul have all died, and only a trace of obsession is left. The people who come to this mansion are innocent and will be poisoned by evil spirits, and I can't save them. However, if they can get close to my thoughts, I will try my best to teleport them out. As for whether to die or live, I can only leave it to fate." The woman suddenly seemed a little tired in her voice.

Before Huang Xiaolong could speak, the woman's voice rang in Huang Xiaolong's mind again. "Listen, I can feel that you are kind and you are strong. I'll ask you one thing..."

"What's the matter?" Huang Xiaolong quickly communicated with this thought.

"Please don't interrupt me. After listening to me, I just have a trace of my mind. Most of the time every day comes from sleep. In this mansion, there is a tragedy that is inhumane... If you don't believe me, you can see the paintings with your own eyes... I... I'm going to sleep. Please, please... Please... Please understand this tragedy... No one has known about this tragedy for so many years. I'm not willing! I'm not willing! I'm not willing!"

Not willing to give up?

This thought continued to repeat "I am unwilling to accept it". It seems that it was this unwilling obsession that made her never completely disappear, but instead just entangled the black knife, almost integrated with the black knife.

"I'm going to sleep for a while...please...please..."

The woman's voice soon became silent.

"A tragedy that was inhumane?" Huang Xiaolong was stunned.

Originally, with Huang Xiaolong's strength, he could easily erase the thought attached to this black knife, but the obsession with this thought was too deep and strong, full of unwillingness and grievances, which made Huang Xiaolong extremely curious.

At this time, all the evil ghosts, including the Ghost King, were shattered, and black fog was tangling around the ghost puppet, and the ghost puppet was evolving.

Shirley Bai, Qingqing, Xiaohong, Cao Dabiao, the pressure on his body suddenly disappeared and collapsed.

"Master, you have got the black knife, let's go." Shirley smiled white. "This place is gloomy and not fun at all."

Just now, that trace of thought was a spiritual communication with Huang Xiaolong, so Shirley Bai and others didn't know.

"Young Master! There is a painting here, look." Qingqing pointed at a wall.

Huang Xiaolong's eyes turned and looked over.

I saw a huge portrait on a wall.

Only the upper half remains in this portrait, and the lower half may have been corroded and turned into ashes.

It's a colorful painting.

On the portrait, there is also a line of characters written in the classic Chinese characters, with neat handwriting and vigorous brushwork - "If a country wants to be prosperous and strong, it cannot ignore the ocean. Wealth is taken from the ocean, and danger also comes from the sea."

"This word is well written." Huang Xiaolong smiled.

Next to this line of characters, there is a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man is a Chinese man, wearing a white five-clawed dragon robe, a cicada wing crown, a white face, a lying silkworm eyebrows, no beard, and a heroic posture!
To be continued...