"Okay!" Xiao Hua raised his hand and rolled up Zhu Cheng and said, "As long as Xiao is safe, Xiao will protect you from being safe! As for Zhu Xiang, alas, Xiao is not inconvenient to say anything at this time! Let's go..."

While speaking, Xiao Hua and Zhu Cheng turned into a rainbow and fell towards the first ghost cave. ◎

Zhu Cheng's grief was not much gone. He didn't care about Xiao Hua's words, but just regarded it as a kind of comfort. As Xiao Hua's body flew, the scarlet drop of blood appeared again on his clenched lips.

It was still far from the ghost cave, and a filthy aura mixed with a faint bloody breath came to the nose. In the sky, the stickiness outside the style of the underworld not only filled the night sky, but also fell on the mountains, trees and rivers. The dark bloodshot on the ground was naturally different from the air, which formed the strange figure that Xiao Hua saw during the day.

"Huh? Why are there other cultivators?" Xiao Hua's sky eyes swept through the bloodshots of the underworld and landed on the mountains. An old man who looked like a farmer stood on it with a hunched body. The place where the gaze fell was the location of the Nether Qi Column.

Of course, Xiao Hua brought Zhu Chengfei to the scene, which naturally alarmed the old man. The old man's eyes flashed with a faint yellow cloud silk turned his head.

"Old Master Zhu?" The old man was slightly surprised when he saw Zhu Cheng, and then bowed to Xiao Hua and said, "I don't know if this immortal friend is..."

"In the lower sect, Xiao Hua!" Xiao Hua took Zhu Chengluo and bowed and said with a respectful hand.

"Tao Sect monk?" The old man frowned, obviously he had never heard of Xiao Hua's name.

"Who are you?" Looking at the farmer, Zhu Cheng calmed down and asked strangely, "I don't seem to have seen my fairy friend before!"

The farmer smiled slightly and said, "The Zhu family is a famous Confucian scholarship family in Fengxiang Country. The name of Mr. Zhu is not only Wuyuan County, but also Jingyue County where I am located is well known!"

Xiao Hua's heart moved. He stared at the old man and asked, "Are the immortal friends also from the aristocratic family? Are they... who guards the ghost cave like the Zhu family?"

"In Xun Qing, I have met Zhu Xianyou, Xiao Xianyou!" When the old man heard Xiao Hua's words, his eyes lit up and he bowed and bowed again.

"Xun Qing? Xunzi?" Zhu Cheng suddenly realized and stared at the old man and said in surprise. "Is the immortal friend the descendant of the sage Xunzi?"

"Oh, is the Zhu family different from the descendant of Zhu Xi?" Xun Qing sighed, "It's only when I can understand why your Zhu family is defeated! It looks like my Xun family!"

"Yes!" Zhu Cheng sighed without feeling sorry, "Thinking that in ancient times, the Xun family was a first-class family, and now... it is still worse than my Zhu family! Zhu thought that no disciple of the Xun family had survived!"

"Actually... it's almost done!" Xun Qing sighed and looked at the ghost hole. He said sadly, "Maybe this is the last time my Xun family has used bones, flesh, essence and blood to seal the ghost hole."

"Your Xun family also has a curse?" Zhu Cheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Does Xun Xianyou still have descendants?"

"Why don't you tell me? You have the Zhu family and I have them, so do you!" Xun Qing nodded, "And I am not as good as Mr. Zhu. Although I have children under my knees, I can't compare with Mr. Zhu Xiang! It's better not to talk about this matter!"

When Xun Qing mentioned Zhu Xiang, Zhu Cheng's heart ached. He wanted to change his words and say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he still said: "Motit's a rebellious son. He is too weak to be able to bear the inheritance of my Zhu family."

However, after Zhu Cheng finished speaking, he felt a little pain like blood flowing out of his heart!

"Inheritance? Mr. Zhu, please be content! Someone has already passed on it." Xun Qing grinned, "I have long declined if I didn't say it. Now I'm afraid even my bloodline will be cut off."

"Oh, Immortal Xun doesn't know anything!" Xiao Hua next to him looked at Zhu Cheng, and knew that the parent who was disappointed with the iron, couldn't say what he said in his heart, so he sighed, "Mr. Zhu Xiang, the legitimate son of Mr. Zhu, had just died in the ghost cave in order to seal the Youwang Ghost Cave!"

"Ah?" Xun Qing's face tilted, and he bowed deeply at Zhu Cheng, and said solemnly, "In the next generation, hundreds of thousands of fellow villagers in Jingyue County thanked the Zhu family for their sacrifices for us."

"Shame..." Zhu Cheng hurriedly helped him up and whispered, "This... this is the responsibility on our shoulders of aristocratic families, and it is what we do! It is also what Xiong'er does."

"Woo..." At this moment, the sixth strange sound was released again, and the direction was different from the other five.

"This is the direction of Fanchang County!" Xun Qing hurriedly looked up, looked away, and whispered, "It seems... Fanchang County also has a declining family like the Zhu family and Xun family!"

"Confucianism has been romantic and hidden in immortals for tens of thousands of years, and many aristocratic families have become drifting duckweed!" Zhu Cheng sighed.

"Let's go..." Xiao Hua said in a roll of sleeves, "Wait with Xiao and see which one is this third declining family!"

Xun Qing wanted to refuse, but under Xiao Hua's magic power, he couldn't even move. Unconsciously, Xun Qing looked at Xiao Hua's very young face and then frowned slightly, not knowing what to think.

Xiao Hua was like a rainbow that penetrated the moon. The bloodshots of the darkness in the sky did not bring any obstacles to him. But in a moment, he arrived over Fanchang County. It was already late at night. Not to mention the year of famine, everyone was lying on the ground, covering their shrunk belly waiting for the sunshine of dawn. Even in the year of plumpness, who would have walked out of the wild on this Ghost Festival night?

But, in the jungle dozens of miles away from Fanchang County, Xiao Hua saw a slightly short but extremely fat middle-aged man holding a butcher knife in his hand, slowly pushing away the thorns on the ground and walking up the mountains in the distance. Seeing that the fat man's behavior was really clumsy and difficult.

"The night is long, the moon is bright, the jungle is deep, the ten thousand roots are endless, are you chopping wood?" Xiao Hua fell down, standing on the ridge of the field in front of the man's head, and asked with his head down.

"Ah?" The man obviously didn't feel Xiao Hua's arrival. He was shocked. The butcher knife in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"Fatty Zeng??You...you..." Zhu Cheng obviously knew this person. Seeing this familiar figure, he couldn't help but shout, "How could it be you?"

"Old Master Zhu? Why are you... why are you here?" Fatty Zeng felt at ease when he heard Zhu Cheng's voice. He lowered his head and looked for the butcher knife and shouted loudly. He crawled up the ridge of the field with difficulty. However, the fat man's body trembled, but his steps were difficult, and he obviously had no cultivation.

Xiao Hua raised his hand and said, "The fat man was caught on the ridge of the field out of thin air. The fat man's appearance of flapping his teeth and claws in the air is really funny.

"I have seen the immortal elders in the past!" As soon as Fatty Zeng fell to the ground, he immediately bowed to Xiao Hua. On his fat face, his two little eyes emitted a glimmer of admiration.

"You... are descendants of the Zeng family?" Xun Qing looked at this fat man who was quite merciless and asked in disbelief, "The Zeng family of the first-class Confucian scholars in the ancient times?"

A hint of blush appeared on his face and he bowed and said, "The youngest is the descendant of the Zeng family, I don't know if the senior is..."

"Ah!" Before Xun Qing could speak, Zhu Cheng sighed, "Zeng Zi of the Confucian Zeng family is also a Confucian saint, and the Zeng family is also a first-class Confucian family, but now... the Zeng family has actually... become a butcher! It's so sad, it's a pity!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhu!" Although the Zhu family has been ruined, in the eyes of secular people, it is also a wealthy family in Wuyuan County. They used to be a butcher who killed pigs. They used to give pork to Zhujiazhuang many people, and they were also very respectful of Zhu Cheng.

Xiao Hua smiled on his face and pointed his hand at once and said, "Zhu Xianyou, Xun Xianyou, you are wrong! No matter whether he was a butcher or not, whether he had the cultivation of Confucianism, as long as he could come to the side of the ghost cave today, his blood was hot, he was a brave man! He is not inferior to any Confucianism on the Tibetan Immortal Continent! He is always a dog slaughterer, and he is mostly a scholar, so that's the case!"

"Not bad!" Xun Qing woke up first and hurriedly bowed to the past, saying, "I'm wrong, please forgive me for my fairy friend Zeng!"

"That's right! Since Zeng Xianyou has arrived here, he is naturally determined to die, and he is even better than me..." When he said this, Zhu Cheng didn't know whether he was sad or ashamed, so he couldn't say anything and bowed long.

He was shocked and hurriedly helped the two of them up, and said with a wry smile: "Little... Where is the little one so noble that this immortal master said? The little one is just following the ancestral teachings and doing his best to protect the ghost hole! But... After tonight, my Zeng family is afraid that there will be no chance to protect the ghost hole again!"

"Oh, yes, the dog is still young and doesn't know anything. How could he know if you die tonight?" Zhu Cheng sighed.

"Woo..." The seventh strange sound was made, and the direction was different from the other six.

Xiao Hua hurriedly looked at Zhu Cheng. Zhu Cheng understood what Xiao Hua thought, shook his head and said, "I still don't know this ghost hole."

"Old Master Zhu..." He once said a little embarrassedly, "I don't know that the master is actually a person who guards the ghost hole. I think that only the younger one is! There are so many yin energy bursts tonight, I wonder how many ghost holes are opened?"

"There are already seven!" Zhu Cheng looked at the thick dark wind around him and whispered.

"This... so many!" I was shocked, "The little one... the little one only said that there is one! With so many ghost holes, I am not enough!"

Xiao Hua felt sad and naturally understood that the number of people he had mentioned was the number of people who filled the ghost hole. I believe that those who had no cultivation came here were like his ancestors and were preparing to jump into the ghost hole. However, from Zhu Xiang's death, he could see that the yin energy erupted in the ghost hole today was different from before. It was impossible to just use the essence and blood of the disciples of the cultivation family to seal the ghost hole. He also had to figure out the reason for the eruption of the ghost hole and the harm to millions of villagers in the three towns.

Zhu Cheng looked into the distance with great concern and whispered: "Is it possible... a ghost prison really born again? How can I stop this?" (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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