Creation Color Master

Chu Mo was stunned by the scene before him. From childhood to adulthood, he had never seen such a strange scene.

In just a moment, countless questions flashed through Chu Mo's mind.

Where have all the villagers here gone? Are they all dead?

If the villagers died, then who created these graves, funeral flags, and funeral scenes decorated with white cloth?

Such a strange and deserted village, didn’t the local officials, secret guards and others discover it?

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One question after another emerged in Chu Mo's mind, making him feel that the scene before him was not simple.

So, Chu Mo invited everyone to enter the ghost village. He wanted to see what was hidden in it.

In the tree, a few crows were startled and flew away.

Just as Chu Mo and others walked into the village, an illusory figure emerged from a blank stone tablet on the side, and his face seemed full of questions.

The next moment, it disappeared.

Chu Mo looked at the funeral arrangements of every household in the village and walked into several homes, but found nothing.

All the tools in the house were placed normally, and there were no signs of fighting or blood. It was just that the room had been uninhabited for a long time, leaving a thick layer of dust.

From observing every household, Chu Mo felt that everyone seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Could it be that the villagers really disappeared out of thin air, and the graves lining the streets were just cenotaphs?

Yao Guangxiao was surrounded by a subtle Buddha light. He slowly came to Chu Mo and said, "My lord, after a little investigation, I found that there was no trace of spirituality except for the heavy yin energy. Perhaps it has been too long, and even if there is any spirituality left, it has long dissipated."

Chu Mo seemed to confirm his guess, and his heart sank when he heard Yao Guangxiao's words.

You have to know that as long as someone takes action, there will be some spiritual residue, which is inevitable, but if there are no traces of spirituality, it means that no one has taken action.

No, Chu Mo didn’t believe that people would disappear out of thin air.

It must be that too much time has passed and the spirituality has dissipated, or the method of attack is so concealed that I didn't even notice it.

"Woo--Woo"

Suddenly, a sobbing sound came from the air, as if someone was crying in my ear.

Suddenly, Chu Mo felt endless sadness in his heart, his eyes were lost, and he wanted to cry bitterly.

"Amitabha"

Yao Guangxiao's voice was like a huge bell, so majestic that it alerted the mentally distracted Chu Mo.

Chu Mo suddenly felt cold sweat pouring down his face. He hadn't even realized that he had been hit. If the puppet wasn't lifeless and unaffected, he would have probably miscalculated this time.

Since someone took action in secret, it means there must be someone here.

Everything that happened here might be related to him.

So, Yang Jiye stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "Who was it that just attacked? We are just passing by here and have no ill intentions. Please come out and see us."

There was silence all around, as if proving that Chu Mo's guess was wrong.

Chu Mo didn't believe it, so he asked Yao Guangxiao to greet them using Buddhist code and Tian Yiheng to greet them using underworld code, but there was still no movement.

There were only the faintly fluttering white mourning flags and the strange cries of crows in the distance.

Suddenly, Chu Mo seemed to have thought of something. He took a step forward, put his feet and hands in a weird posture, and said, "I am a ghost theater performer, Chu Mo. I would like to invite you to show yourself to see me."

"whoosh"

Suddenly, a man in linen clothes appeared on the roof nearby. The man was dressed in mourning clothes and held a chisel and a hammer in his hands. Chu Mo guessed his identity.

The man looked at Chu Mo and replied, "I am Jing Hao from the Yinmen Funeral Clan, nice to meet a friend."

It turned out that what Chu Mo had said before were all jargon related to the vagina.

The Yin Sect here represents only one of the hundreds of schools of thought, but due to the division of inheritance, many factions were born.

For example, the ghost opera lineage that Chu Mo mentioned just now was separated from the drama family. Because it only serves the dead, it is sung to the dead, ghosts, and monsters at night, so they are all classified into the Yin Gate.

The man was a funeral director, who was responsible for the funeral arrangements of the dead, such as visiting graves, burying, erecting tombstones and a host of other things.

Although they were both members of the Yin Sect, Jing Hao was still wary of Chu Mo and asked, "What are you doing here, friend? Why are there Buddhist and military monks around you?"

Chu Mo smiled and said, "Haha, we were just passing by here. Before dawn, we saw the village here. We wanted to go into the village to rest, but we found the weirdness of this place and couldn't help but look around."

Jing Hao naturally knew that if he had not exposed himself, Chu Mo would not be able to find him as long as he did not show up. In addition, the yin energy in this place was pure and pervasive, which was very suitable for cultivation. It was no wonder that the people of Yinmen were curious about this.

Jing Hao also let down his guard and said to Chu Mo: "Since we are both Yinmen, and our ancestors have set the rules, since you have come to my house, then come in and have a rest."

As he said that, he jumped down from the roof and came to Chu Mo's side.

Chu Mo was confused by Jing Hao's words "my home".

So, out of curiosity, I wanted to ask, but I felt it was impolite, so I held it back.

As if he had noticed Chu Mo's intention, Jing Hao said, "Haha, you want to ask how this uninhabited village became my home."

Chu Mo looked embarrassed, but still nodded.

Jing Hao smiled and replied, "Haha, to be honest, this is not just my home. I just got here by chance. It's actually not a secret, so it doesn't matter if I tell you about it."

After that, he told the whole story and explained why the place had become what it is now.

It turns out that the reason why this place became a dead place and all the villagers disappeared was because of a spiritual root.

Because in Feng Shui, this place is located in an extremely dark underground cave, and is loved by all kinds of ghosts and monsters, and is also sought after by members of the Yin Clan. It is a blessed place that is hard to come by without encountering one.

For unknown reasons, a Netherworld Soul-Devouring Tree was born. This tree took root in an extremely dark underground cave and grew rapidly, remaining undiscovered for more than a decade.

All the people in the village were affected by it, gradually lost their minds, became zombies, controlled by the Netherworld Soul-Eating Tree, and sacrificed their souls to it.

I was the first person to discover it, and I reported the matter to the authorities, and the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Tree was then destroyed.

I was lucky enough to have done something meritorious, so I reached an agreement with the government to guard this place to prevent the Netherworld Soul-Devouring Tree from appearing again. It also serves as a place to stay for my companions from the Yin Sect, which is equivalent to the role of a post station.

Chu Mo, who understood the whole cause and effect, suddenly realized that he had guessed wrong from the beginning.

But fortunately, he met Jing Hao, and with the help of his identity as a disciple of the Ghost Opera lineage, Chu Mo was able to get into the big circle of the Yin Sect.

And it’s totally worthwhile to make good friends with people from Yinmen.

Coming to the deepest part of the village is Jing Hao’s residence; it is also an intelligence point for the underworld people in the martial arts world to communicate with each other.

Chu Mo asked curiously if anyone had been here.

Jing Hao told him that through the efforts of himself and several of his partners, this place has become one of the Yinmen strongholds in Quyan County.

Everyone in the Yin Clan who makes a living here knows of the existence of this place.

Chu Mo smiled bitterly, not knowing whether to say he was lucky or unlucky. He was just curious about a ghost village, so he sneaked into the Yinmen’s base camp.