In Fengyin Village, the evil ghosts on the pitch-black sacrificial stone pillars were ferocious, with sharp fangs. Next to the stone pillars, dense people twisted into strange monsters. Fan Zeng and the other two tightly surrounded the center of Fengyin Village, just like the village chief and the villagers surrounded the thieves who walked into the village.

The old lady's cat-faced words were still in her ears, as if they had just sounded.

In Xuandu's clear eyes, he felt like he was thinking, but everything was still in the strange tranquility.

Fan Zeng held the sword in his hand, and cold sweat couldn't help but seep out of his hand. The old lady's fast palm just now made him feel frightened.

The night was like a tide, back and forth, Fan Zeng was like a drowning person in this silence. He took the initiative to look away and no longer focused on the cat-faced old lady, but looked at the distorted figures behind the cat-faced old lady.

Fan Zeng seemed to see some signs of people in them, but this was even more terrifying.

Are these the villagers of Fengyin Village? This may be a really ominous place.

The old lady with cat-faced fingers were held on the back of the sword of Tianwen Sword, and did not ask Xuandu's so-called answer. She seemed to be feeling the aura in it, afraid of getting the wrong target. In this dark world, time was particularly slow, and I don't know how long it took, but the old lady took the initiative to put down her fingers pressed on the sword of Tianwen.

Now she was sure that the master of the sword casting must be the person she thought, the true immortal who had confined all the demons and giants on earth.

As she thought about it, the old lady cat-faced raised her head on the initiative, as if she felt the tense bodies of the two. She threw the Tianwen sword that was standing in front of her towards her.

"Zheng!" The already sharp Tianwen Sword penetrated into the earth under Xuandu's feet.

The old lady raised her head, and there was a hint of doubt in the pair of green cat eyes. She took the initiative to calm her tone, as if she wanted to make herself look more friendly.

"You... are that disciple?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Zeng came back to his senses, but did not reply. He just turned his head to look at Xuandu. After the two of them had their eyes, Xuandu took the initiative to speak out: "Didn't you guessed it?"

Fan Zeng stood in front of Xuandu. He was now extremely sure that the weird old lady in front of him definitely knew Mr. Chunqiu, but how could she know Mr. Chunqiu? Although this old lady is an extraordinary person, she definitely doesn't look like a person who can talk to Mr. Chunqiu.

"Sure!" The old lady with cat face showed such an expression, but with a half-human and half-cat face, only horror and weirdness. She raised her head and looked at Xuandu and said:

"Does the only true immortal on earth also drive Fengyin Village to kill? We didn't seem to offend that person?"

The ups and downs of emotions were not heard in the hoarse voice. Fan Zeng saw the doubt in Xuandu's eyes, as if he couldn't figure out what the weird old lady in front of her who was neither life nor death wanted to do.

Xuandu pondered for a moment and said, "A student from Taiyin Academy disappeared here before. After returning, he was confused."

The old lady cat-faced was silent for a moment and said, "If necessary, Fengyin Village can apologize, but what about the city of Wu Death? That person has gone to Wu Death and confines the Ghost King."

This is not the first time Fan Zeng has heard of this name. Last time in the ghost market, this old lady with cat face asked about the ghost city. What is her relationship with the ghost king of the Wudie City? What is the relationship between the Wudie City and the Lord of the Ghost Death described in the mural?

"We don't know about the city of Wu Death." Xuandu responded.

"Don't you know?" The old lady with cat face became silent. The night became quieter. There seemed to be indescribable figures wandering in the darkness. Those who seemed to be villagers in Fengyin Village gradually leaned towards Fan Zeng and the other two.

The twisted face seemed to be melted by an indescribable mucus, and the shape of the human face could no longer be seen on many faces. Just when these faces were less than ten feet away from the three of them, the old lady with bright red embroidered shoes on the earth gently tapped.

The strange figure who stepped forward stopped and the cat-faced old lady raised her head.

"You seem to be very interested in Fengyin Village. Do you want to know why we became like this?"

Fan Zeng was a little surprised. He looked down at Shentu Baili, who was lying beside the old lady's bright red embroidered shoes, and opened his mouth. He wanted to ask: Is this important now?

But he just opened his mouth but didn't say anything. In fact, he was also very curious about how a village would look like this.

"Think." Xuandu's voice sounded softly.

The old lady smiled terrifyingly when she heard this, and then turned around tremblingly like a staggering old man.

"Come with me!"

Xuandu pulled up the Tianwen Sword that was deep into the ground, put it in the scabbard, walked in front and strode to follow. Fan Zeng looked at Shentu Baili who was lying on the ground. He raised his hand to resist Shentu Baili, and then followed behind Xuandu.

The road was still the same. After the dark sacrificial stone pillars in the center of the seal village, we walked all the way under the hanging coffin behind the Fengyin Village. However, at this time, we could no longer see anything except the murals. The cliff disappeared and the mountain road disappeared, leaving only coffins hanging out of thin air in the void. In the center of the layers of eyes, the iron coffin was wrapped in iron chains.

"You have seen the murals, you have seen the coffin of our ancestors, but no one has told you about this story about Fengyin Village."

The old lady's voice on the cat-faced face is sometimes far and sometimes near, as if she is about to dissipate in the wind, but it is still congested and does not dissipate.

The next moment, her voice fell into memories.

"At that time, we also yearned for light and lived in this world like living people, but this immortal gate did not allow us to exist. Ghosts did not harm us, but the ones who slaughtered us were self-proclaimed immortals. What a funny joke, hahaha..."

The old lady was like a madman at this moment. The hysterical laughter was filled with bitterness and tears, mixed with crazy laughter. She continued to say quickly:

"At that time, Fengyin Village gradually understood what justice is and what axiom is. One person bullying another person is bullying, ten people bullying one person, this is bullying, but ten thousand people bullying one person, this is... justice!"

The old lady's laughter gradually became mocking.

"The ridiculous justice has made Fengyin Village a rat crossing the street, like a thief who dared not show his talents in the darkness. We have done nothing wrong, but we are not tolerated by the world, because in their axioms, we are evil, ugly, and irredeemable..."

The old lady pointed at herself and the twisted figures behind her. Finally, she pointed at the iron coffin hanging in the air. The blood stains on the iron coffin were still clear. The old lady roared:

"From the moment when the ancestor of Fengyin Village was killed by Lingchi, all the villagers of Fengyin Village swore: I would rather be a ghost than a living person. The ghost is the home of Fengyin Village. If this body is born in the secular world, it is better not to be a human being. Why should we humiliate ourselves? Don't you want to know why Fengyin Village has become like this?"
Chapter completed!