When he arrived at Xiaoyao Villa, he was told that Young Master Feng had gone out to practice and had not returned yet.

This made Zhang Yuan feel a little regretful.

"I won't really practice the Sunflower Book of Demons, right?"

Zhang Yuan muttered secretly.

He said goodbye to his door, changed the route from Tongzhou, and headed towards Xinling.

After walking through the place I passed by again, Zhang Yuan was somewhat moved.

Some people dispersed as they walked...

Some things fade away as they look at them...

Ahem, his orientation of Zhang Daxia is normal.

Xiling Valley.

At some point, a thick wall was built high on the outer edge of the valley, which tightly blocked the entire valley. When the sun shone, some places were clear, while the other part was in darkness.

There are a large number of constables outside, and no one is allowed to approach.

They hung official swords around their waists and covered with talismans. Everyone had a slight sense of anxiety on their faces. They looked back at the thick wall from time to time, as if they were afraid that a big hand would stretch out from the wall and drag them into it.

The captain Peng Hai also took a sip of wine in annoyance.

Since following Zhang Yuan's order and listed this place as a forbidden place, the passers-by have indeed disappeared.

But it made them suffer.

Some time ago, I didn’t know what happened, but the scope of the forbidden area seemed to have expanded.

Every late at night, the sound of hundreds of ghosts crying at night will be heard in the area blocked by thick walls.

This is nothing.

Several of them were caught in too close and were directly grabbed by the big hands stretched out from the wall.

This almost frightened him at that time.

He reported it two days ago, but no one has come to deal with it yet.

"Hell, it's really hell. Why haven't people come from the top yet?"

Peng Hai walked back and forth.

“Moo.”
Chapter completed!