Mysterious world, I can change my destiny

Chapter 34 Bloody evil spirits, ghosts and ghosts
"I ran into ghosts at night!"

Ji Yuan clasped the square table with his right hand and lifted it up abruptly.

Blood-red noodle soup and finger-like wontons were scattered all over the floor.

After that, he suddenly got up.

Those cold and stern eyes swept away, and they were as frightening as lightning.

at once!

The pale old man froze in shock.

The peddler, the pedestrians passing by, the little girl selling flowers... originally wanted to swarm up and surround them.

Seeing that Ji Yuan was not easy to provoke, he quickly took a few steps back.

If it were an ordinary person, seeing an old ghost who made wontons out of blood and meat would probably scare the crap out of him.

Ji Yuan was different, he didn't have any fear in his heart, instead he exuded a vicious air,

He knows very well that ghosts are afraid of evil people, as long as his qi and blood are stronger and his aura is fuller, evil things will not be able to get close to him.

The Confucian sages in ancient times swept the world with a breath of righteousness in their chests.

All demons and ghosts will be reduced to dust.

The military strategist is capable of carrying millions of souls, but he is still indifferent and cannot be shaken in the slightest.

It's all the same.

"It's too difficult to be a good person, a kind person, and an honest person in this world. Not only do you have to be bullied by the living, but even the dead are not afraid of you!"

Ji Yuan held down the waist knife and kicked over the bench.

The murderous aura cultivated by entering Mengshuo Fengguan before, along with the rising of the mind, unexpectedly condensed a layer of intense blood!
Just at this moment, the pale group of ghosts scattered like a street rogue meeting a government official.

Only the old man was left shaking his legs, begging for mercy and saying:

"Guest officer! Master! The little old man knows his mistake!"

When he was illuminated by the bloody light, he seemed to be fried in a frying pan, and immediately showed his true shape.

There was a big hole in the head, and half of the cheek was scratched and blurred.

There are thick calluses on both hands, and one can tell at a glance that they are used to heavy work.

The coarse linen robe was stained with blood, and there was a high probability that he was beaten to death during his lifetime.

"I have something to ask you."

Ji Yuan's face was still cold, but he put away the evil spirit and blood that could be formed by countless fights on the battlefield.

"Sir, please tell me, the little old man knows everything and can say everything."

The old man was no longer the gloomy spirit he was before, and he was very peaceful.

Ghosts and the like can often only confuse foolish men and women, sick and weak people.

As the old saying goes, house moves the qi and raises the body.

Just like the big officials in the borderlands hold power in their hands, and their majesty grows suddenly over time.

The general guarding one side is decisive in killing and attacking, and he is in charge of thousands of troops.

Whenever an evil spirit encounters a powerful bandit who kills like a mower, or a high-ranking official with an official position, he will be washed away and wiped out before he gets close.

"What is this place?"

Ji Yuan has long seen through the old man's clumsy tricks.

As soon as he was called to stop, the Huangtian Dao map in the Sea of ​​Consciousness reacted.

Huaguang trembled, reflecting its fate.

【Strange Thing】: 【Ghost】

【Status】:【Unconscious】【Resentment】【Weakness】

Judging from the information given, it wasn't some evil ghost king.

The old man bent over and said:

"Back to my uncle, this is Tianjing Yinshi.

It will only open after nightfall, and the living are generally unable to enter. "

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked:
"You mean I'm dead? A lonely ghost like you?"

The old man trembled all over, waved his hands repeatedly and said:

"Little old man has no such intentions, absolutely no such intentions!

While this is the rule, there are occasional exceptions.

Uncle, the reason why you entered the Yin Market by mistake is probably because you were carrying utensils that were contaminated with Yin Qi and dead Qi.

Otherwise, the Zishi has not yet arrived, Yin and Yang are separated, it is difficult to communicate with each other, and it is absolutely impossible to enter. "

Ji Yuan's eyes changed.

A lot of meaning came out of these words.

Yin market?

There is also a special market for these ghosts after death?

What can they buy and sell?
There is also a separation between yin and yang before Zishi.

Could it be possible to communicate with each other after that time?

"An object contaminated with yin and death qi... Could it be that soul bottle?"

Ji Yuan directly opened the bag, and as soon as the jade bottle was taken out, the old man's eyes flashed with greed and longing.

Like a starving ghost seeing a table of delicious food, he can't wait to pounce on it and feast on it.

"Ok?"

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows coldly.

The evil spirit and blood are shining brightly.

The old man was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy immediately, both terrified and miserable:
"Master, please spare me! Please listen to the little old man's explanation!

This necromancer is very attractive to us lonely ghosts. It is not only a shelter, but also a good object to gather Yin energy.

It's not that the little old man covets it out of heart, it's really... involuntary. "

Ji Yuan squinted his eyes and thought to himself, judging whether what this ghost said was true or false.

He suddenly remembered the strange case that Ping Xiaoliu told him that day opposite the gate of the martial arts hall.

Qian Wu, the steward of the Salt Gang, died tragically in the stable, his body was separated, and the murderer could not be found at all.

Could it be that he entered the Yin market by mistake?
That's why no one can be found?

until dawn.

The murdered body reappeared!

"Who is in charge of this Yin market? Where is it usually opened?"

Ji Yuan asked sharply as if he was interrogating a prisoner.

"Ah... Well, to report back to my lord, Yinshi usually doesn't have a specific location. As long as the Yin Qi accumulates and persists for a long time, it is easy to form a portal."

The old man showed a blank look on his face, scratched his head and said:

"As for who is hosting... I don't know, little old man.

I usually come out to set up a stall to sell wontons, earn a little Yin money, or absorb some Yang energy.

I just heard from those yin souls who have cultivated spirituality that there is a powerful person who came out of the yin world, but every time he opened a yin market, he had to take [-]% of the yin money. "

Ji Yuan has no expression on his face, the water in this world is too deep.

In the yang world, there are qi, blood, martial arts, and boxing towns and rivers, and in the yin world, there are evil spirits all over the world.

Too dangerous!

There is no sense of security at all!
"What will happen to a living person who strays into the Yin Market?"

Ji Yuan finally asked.

"It's... hard to say. When I meet a good ghost with no ability to harm others, I lose a little yang energy and go back seriously ill.

But with a little luck, life may be gone. "

The old man bowed his head and replied.

"Then are you a good ghost or an evil ghost?"

Ji Yuan leaned forward and pushed the knife out of its sheath with his thumb, revealing a sharp edge.

"Grandpa, please look... the blood noodle soup and human flesh wontons of my little old man are all changes of yin qi. They really haven't harmed anyone, so I'll scare them, and then take a few mouthfuls of yang qi, lest... just disappear like this."

The old man poured the soup in the iron pot, and it was really thick black airflow.

Ji Yuan sighed softly, put the knife back into its sheath.

He also understood how vicious an old man who was beaten to death could be.

What is reflected in the map of Huangtian Dao is 【Resentment】.

But who can die without complaint?
I worked hard during my lifetime!

There is no peace after death!
Do you still have to be grateful in your heart?

"Since you haven't killed yourself, let's go."

Ji Yuan waved his hand, Yinshi and Chenghuangmiao Street gave him different feelings.

These ghosts don't seem to be threatening. For a martial artist at the internal level, a burst of blood is enough to turn them into fly ash.

Compared with the wet and sticky mist, gray shadows, and slippery tentacles, it was far worse.

"Grandpa, please say a word, little old man, although you have evil spirits and blood, ordinary evil spirits can't get close to you.

But there are not only ghosts like me in Yinshi, but also vicious things like Yinlings and Yinshas. It's better to be careful, don't be too ostentatious.

In particular, don't rush in with the ghost weapon, it will easily cause big trouble. "

The old man hesitated, bowed and said.

After that, he quickly put away the stall, tied up the charcoal stove and iron pan, carried the load and ran away.

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(End of this chapter)