When Fang Xiu left, it was already late at night outside. He stepped out of Lichi Palace and there was a ox cart waiting for him outside.

"Master! You're out!"

"It's already midnight! The evil ghosts outside have been making trouble recently!

The slave coachman is a 17 or 18-year-old boy. He can be regarded as a young man here and looks a little scared.

"It's okay! Just move forward!" Fang Xiu seemed to be drunk and got into the car crookedly.

The bright moon hides in the clouds, and the stars are dim and dull. At night in Wudu, cars shuttled across the streets. The ground was not flat and a bit bumpy, but fortunately, the ox cart didn't walk fast.

The capital of the night is pitch black, and there is no one on the street. Every household is closed and there is not even a light. It is not like the capital of the day, the bustling and lively capital of Dahuan, which is completely different from the capital of the day.

Because at night, there is no sunlight shining all things, ghosts hidden in dark corners will emerge, all kinds of ghosts and monsters will appear on the earth, and even monsters hiding everywhere will emerge, killing people.

This is a world where ghosts and living people coexist. At night, any strange thing can happen.

The monks have a special custom. They like to bury themselves at home after death. They believe that their spirit will protect their descendants, and the monks also believe that their ancestors will protect themselves.

Doing so does have some functions that can protect one's own homes and courtyards, as if there are boundaries and fields among ghosts.

However, for the entire capital, the situation of evil ghosts and demons rampant has become even more serious.

So this entire capital is a huge cemetery and grave, which makes the original situation of being in a trance become more and more serious.

Every time a witch sacrifice or wizard dies, they will not only fail to enter the cycle of reincarnation, but they will even detain a large number of their own burial slaves. At the same time, the slaves buried in the same place will also be unconsciously detained by them, and even their descendants will be like this.

In just a few decades, the situation in this city has become even worse than Xiu imagined.

The ox cart moved slowly forward, and the slaves who drove the car yawned and drove the scalpers toward the Dudu Academy little by little. As slaves in the Dudu Academy, most of the slaves inside learned a lot of things because of Master Feng. Even those who read and read and read were naturally very different from ordinary slaves.

"Moo!"

The sound of wheels turning, the sound of the coachman yawning, the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, and the long and twisted shadows of the trees beside the road.

"Moo~" At this time, the cow moving forward suddenly stopped, as if something had appeared in front of him.

The slave who was driving the car raised his head and, in his sleepy eyes, saw shadows appearing on the ground in the dim and faint light on the street in front, but there were no projected objects around.

The shadows in the dark twisted one by one, evaporating, forming an illusory outline at night.

"Dingling!" The sound of the bronze bell ringing seemed extremely crisp at night.

"Brush!" There is also the strange sound that seems to be the decorative friction that is hanging on the witch's hair.

"Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh!"

"Ahhh!"

It was one evil ghost after another climbing up from the depths of the ground, where the evil spirit gathered.

Every evil ghost was wearing animal skins, showing his strong upper body, and was dancing a terrifying sacrifice dance madly, as if after death, they were still worshiping their witch god.

Hundreds of evil ghosts danced, twenty or thirty people were carrying a huge chariot, and several witches with animal skins and broken hair were on the chariot, dancing desperately, with a large number of bone rods with holes in their hands. The wind passed through the holes of the bone rods, making a terrifying sound.

This scene is like the scene of the witch festival in the early dynasty country fifty or sixty years ago, the dead witch festivals and the tribe tribes.

Behind them, there were a large number of headless ghosts who had lost their heads respectfully held their heads on a plate, and walked with a bow and bent down, as if they offered their heads to the gods.

The evil ghost who cut open the empty internal organs of his chest, holding his internal organs, and blood flowed.

Even monsters whose limbs were cut off and twisted like snakes were dragged away, moving forward like centipedes, and there were also fire ghosts that were burned and drowned water ghosts, and all kinds of ways of death.

While wailing in pain, he also followed the chariot and followed the sacrificial dance of the witch festival.

These people were sacrificed by the witch sacrificers to the witch god's slaves, tribe members, chiefs of the hostile tribes, etc.

Even if they die, the spirits of these people will still be enslaved by them.

Hundreds of ghosts walked across the street, filling the streets at night, and heading towards the ox cart frame. This scene suddenly scared the slaves who drove the cart to death.

"ah!"

"Master!Master!"

"The evil ghost has appeared! There are evil ghosts!"

The slave in short clothes suddenly felt a chill from his spine to his brain, and his whole body shivered and a scream fell directly to the ground.

He slapped the ox cart compartment wildly and grabbed the wheels, as if he was holding a life-saving straw.

But this call immediately made the evil ghosts who were originally confused and looked at them in an instant.

The pairs of terrifying eyes raised their heads in an instant, and their ferocious faces and blood-red eyes looked at him.

Even the ghost witch sacrifices that were on the chariot, praying to the sky and the witch gods, bowed their heads together.

The scene became quiet in an instant.

However, it seems increasingly terrifying.

The evil ghost rushed out together, as if awakened from his sleep, making a roar, coming overwhelmingly towards the ox cart, trying to swallow up the existence inside.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the ox cart, and a black vortex came out of the sleeve.

The strong wind suddenly blew, sweeping across the street in an instant, and everything went towards the vortex.

The hideous evil ghosts could not escape the suppression. Everything they transformed into shadows and fell into the sleeves.

In the blink of an eye, the street where the hundreds of ghosts traveled became clean, and at this moment, the silver moon in the sky finally emerged from the clouds, illuminating the earth. The originally terrifying and gloomy night capital also became brighter in an instant.

Fang Xiu took his hand back, burped, and said impatiently: "Why are you still standing there? Go back to the school!"

At this time, the slave driver, who was anxious and at a loss, finally got up from the ground and looked at the clean streets. The cold evening breeze blew, and a cold sweat became dry, and he finally became awake.

He looked at his master and master and realized that this person was a more powerful existence than an evil ghost!

Fang Xiu was carrying a white pottery wine pot in the car, but in his hazy eyes, he was thinking about the scene of the evil ghosts raging just now.

Recently, the rampant situation of evil ghosts in the entire capital has become more and more serious. Most evil ghosts sleep underground. If they have not reached a specific period or for special reasons, they will continue to sleep and will not appear frequently.

Recently, evil ghosts can be seen appearing almost every day, and evil ghosts can eat people every day and hear them. Many evil ghosts even began to break into the courtyard, harming people to eat people, causing panic in the whole city.

As night comes, every household is closed, fearful and afraid, and even the lights are not on. Women even cover children's mouths, fearing that their crying will attract evil spirits.

This is not normal.

Fang Xiu pulled up the curtains of the carriage and looked outside the ox cart. He could see that there were many trees on the street inside and outside the entire wall.

These trees are winding like dragons and densely packed leaves. Even when autumn is approaching, they are still green.

This is not the tree of the Dahuan in the Middle Earth, but the tree species from the wilderness in the north. Most of them grow on Siqiong Mountain and are called Yuehuai.

No one knows where it came from, who was the first to call it Yuehuai, but it started to appear in Wudu a year ago. Because it has evergreen all year round, it has been loved by many nobles.

It looks ordinary, but it is a kind of alien tree, not an ordinary tree.

The whole wall is so big, let alone a few more trees, even if there are dozens of people killed or injured, there is no big fuss and it will not attract people's attention.

Fang Xiu saw some familiar shadows from above, that is the peach blossom maze above the Sanyang Temple.

The eyes of the clock appeared in Fang Xiu's eyes, and he immediately saw the power of the talismans in each moon locust tree. Little by little, the entire trunk emitted light and gathered together.

They are growing up and connecting with each other, affecting the entire capital.

This is also the reason for the changes in the entire city.

When the time comes, the formation locks the entire city, which is when they show their power.

Fang Xiu knew the layout of Taoist Qingyun, and had already guessed what he wanted to do.

He went to Xuanyuan in Siqiong Mountain and met the new generation of high priests of Xuanyuan Kingdom. After all, except Dahuan, the one with the most powerful power and richest foundation here is Xuanyuan Kingdom.

He also learned from there some secrets about the underworld and the earthly gods.

He wanted to open the door to the underworld.

The underworld is in charge of the samsara of life and death. There are naturally the biggest secrets in the world and the roots of all birth, old age, sickness and death. As long as you can see the secrets of the underworld or become the god of the earthly god, you will naturally be able to live and die forever.

He wanted to use Wudu and here to open the door to the dark world, and at the same time he was afraid that his actions of peeping into the dark world would be followed by those high-ranking gods and demons.

Therefore, he still needs to find a scapegoat. He doesn't want to be like the god of Siqiong. Because he attracted the attention of gods and demons, he became a sealed and suppressed existence.

But he did not expect that the existence of the underworld who had already seen him long ago.

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That existence is still waiting for him, looking forward to him opening the door to the dark world.
Chapter completed!