The sun hanging high in the sky was blooming with its scorching heat, but Fan Zeng could not feel the feeling of sunshine. What he could feel was a cold, hidden in the environment, strange and harmonious feeling.

Fan Zeng and the other two walked on the rugged and winding mountain road. As the chief of Taiyin Academy, Xuan was necessary to investigate the places where the students of Taiyin Academy had an accident. Fan Zeng also followed him because he developed an inexplicable interest in Fengyin Village.

In the deep mountains, the mountain road is narrow and deep, with green grass and trees on both sides turning black, almost completely covering the mountain road.

"Have you started to enter the Fengyin Village?" Fan Zeng asked in a low voice. The strange atmosphere made him feel uncomfortable. Is it Yin Qi or the demonic Qi? It was a heavy dead Qi. It seemed that the entire earth was dead in an inexplicable state.

This made Fan Zeng unable to help but remember what Shentu Baili said before: That was a group of people who should have died long ago, and a group of people who should not have lived in the world.

Who are the people living in Fengyin Village? Why do living people like to live in such places?

Shentu Baili, who held the long sword in his hand tightly, nodded and said with a serious expression: "It has arrived. According to the case records of the Immortal Sect, the entire Fengyin Village is in a strange formation. In the formation, death is respected and life is abandoned. Do not enter the life."

Death is respected and life is abandoned.

The topic was inexplicably heavy, and accompanied by this strange atmosphere, Fan Zeng couldn't help but think of the cat-faced old lady in the ghost market.

"Stay going!" Fan Zeng took a breath and stopped talking.

He walked along the desolate mountain road towards the deep mountains. For an hour, Fan Zeng saw many dilapidated villages along the way, with the smell of decay and crows living in it, whispering in a low voice. No one in the village seemed to be migrating.

There was no living creature in the dense forest, except for the crow, and all of them were mute and whispering.

Fortunately, the three of them finally arrived at the entrance of Fengyin Village. The sunlight penetrated the shade of the tree, and the vines wrapped around the village, and the weeds shone with scattered spots.

Fan Zeng leaned over and cut off the vines wrapped around the stone tablet with a sword, and three big words appeared on the stone tablet: Fengyin Village.

The three words are twisted into an indescribable posture, like the person's spine is completely bent, and the font reveals a deep breath of death.

Fan Zeng looked at the handwriting on the stone tablet, then looked at the Fengyin Village without a trace of sound, as if it was a village that was originally a cemetery.

“This place really doesn’t look like a place where living people live.”

"Go in and have a look!"

Xuandu took the initiative to walk in front. He had the Tianwen Sword given by Mr. Chunqiu, and he was the most cultivated among the three. No matter what danger he encountered, he was the safest to walk in front.

After entering Fengyin Village, the three of them seemed to have entered a world that was forgotten by the world. Everyone in Fengyin Village faced north. There were three coffins in front of each house. The coffin boards were firmly buckled on them, white paper was pasted on the door, and the door was closed.

"Maybe this village should have been in the underworld and should not exist in this world."

Fan Zeng reached out and pressed it on the coffin in front of one of the wooden houses. The coffin gave him the feeling that there was no one inside, which made Fan Zeng breathe a sigh of relief, but this strange atmosphere still made him unable to help but say.

There was no one outside in Fengyin Village. There were only thick yellow leaves on the avenue. Xuan raised his head and said loudly:

"Is anyone?"

He plucked up his magic power, but the loud sound did not echo at all, as if the sound was swallowed by this strange existence, and no one responded to the house wrapped in death.

“No one seems to exist in this village.”

Shentu Baili frowned and said, "Has the people from Fengyin Village left here?"

"No, they didn't leave, there is still the wreckage of the bonfire left last night."

Fan Zeng denied Shentu Baili's idea. He stretched out his hand and pointed it into the distance. Shentu Baili looked along. Sure enough, there were wreckage on the ground that seemed to have just been extinguished for a while, which was definitely left behind in recent days.

"What is that stone pillar?"

Fan Zeng followed the wreckage of the bonfire along the road and walked towards the black stone pillar in the center of Fengyin Village. Behind him, Fan Zeng and Shentu Baili looked at each other, and then followed firmly.

After approaching, the stone pillar became clear. On the darkness that devoured all the light, there was a hideous ghost with green face and fangs. The eight big characters on his left side seemed to be made of blood.

"If the heaven does not pass, we will live in the underworld."

Xuandu took the initiative to read the above words, and he seemed to feel the unwillingness and resentment of the person who left the words, and the distorted hatred remains still unwilling to disperse.

"There seems to be a mural behind it." Fan Zeng looked behind the ink-like stone pillar, but saw an inexplicable color.

When the two of Xuandu heard the sound, they saw a large stone wall on the mountain wall in the distance, which was originally climbing the vines and moss, which had been chiseled down, and there seemed to be some kind of mural on it.

Xuandu and the other two walked towards the mural. No one noticed that behind them, the coffins suddenly shook, and then calmed down again in some inexplicable comfort.

"What a weird mural." Fan Zeng walked before and after the mural, paused his feet and twitched his lips.

The mural painted on the stone wall is mainly made of black, red and white, which outlines a bloody, cruel and weird atmosphere. On the mural, there are corpses and blood.

It seems that innocent people were slaughtered, and countless sword-holding people smiled hideously.

"It seems... is telling a story." Xuandu raised his hand, pointed to the mural in front and said, "Go ahead and take a look."

The three of them moved forward again, as Xuandu said, this was indeed a story, but they watched it backwards, and the end they saw at the beginning was originally.

Walking forward along the mural, the story gradually became clear:

Many years ago, the ancestors of Fengyin Village found the ghost world and became friends with the owner of the ghost world. From then on, Fengyin Village began to wander between Yin and Yang. Finally, the ancestors of Fengyin Village were discovered. People who discovered this began to massacre Fengyin Village. They nailed the ancestors of Fengyin Village to death in the sarcophagus and locked them with iron chains.

At the end of the stone wall painting, Xuandu saw the appearance of the ancestor of Fengyincun in the mural. He looked like an elegant middle-aged man, and next to the mural was a coffin.

Unlike the coffin outside Fengyin Village, it is hung in the air, with thick and thick iron chains wrapped around the coffin, and then nailed to the four walls of the valley filled with hanging coffins, and an iron spear passes through the entire iron coffin.

"If the mural is real, then is this the owner of the mural?"
Chapter completed!