The vicious master always loves to die

"Junior brother, it's too dirty here, why don't we pick up some firewood for barbecue..." Feng Changrong was frowning and looking at the layer of dirty scale floating in the water tank with disgust, and was suddenly grabbed by his sleeve by his junior brother, Dragging all the way out, "Hey, hey, don't, the sleeve, the sleeve is going to be broken..."

With a cold face, Yan Xici dragged Feng Changrong all the way back to the door of the wing room. He covered Feng Changrong's chattering mouth with his hand, and then poked into the crack of the window.

There were about three people in the room, all of whom were in a deep sleep, motionless, and Yan Xici gently opened the door and walked in without waking them up.

Yan Xici removed the spiritual barrier and walked in. The room was as hot as a steamer, making people sweat profusely.

With this temperature, can they sleep? ?

As they approached, the three of them slept soundly. Even monks with keen five senses could barely detect their breathing. If it wasn't for the slight ups and downs of their chests, the three of them seemed dead.

Yan Xici pursed his lips, approached slowly, and put his hand under his nose.Even though the sun was shining brightly outside the house, he couldn't stop the brainstorming in his head. The horror stories in his past memory were rolling, making his hands tremble a little.

no, no...

His back was cold, his body was covered in white sweat, Yan Xici's hands were shaking like an earthquake, and he just wanted to teleport.

"Senior brother..."

"Ah!" Feng Changrong's paws rested on his shoulders, making Yan Xici bounce up with a 'crack—', his face turned pale.

"Junior brother, what's the matter with you?" Feng Changrong was startled by Yan Xici, looked around quickly, and only spoke softly after making sure that there was nothing wrong, for fear of waking up the three lying down.

"It's okay..." Yan Xici pretended to be calm, and moved back on the edge of the bed, feeling a little soft in his calves.

Even after such a toss, the sleeping people never woke up, and Feng Changrong felt that something was wrong, so he wanted to step forward and pat them to wake them up, but Yan Xici grabbed them.

"Let's... go out first."

"Oh." Feng Changrong followed his junior obediently, left the wing lightly, and bolted the door.

The two of them had nothing to say all the way, they walked a little fast, and soon returned to Yan Xici's room.As soon as he entered, Yan Xici set up a restriction to block the investigation, pulled Feng Changrong aside and lowered his voice: "Brother, something is wrong here."

"I think so too." Feng Changrong's face was deep, "They must have slept through the night for several days in the hot weather."

Yan Xici: ...

He slapped Feng Changrong on the head, gnashing his teeth: "I'm not joking with you, those people are very abnormal!"

"Junior brother, you've become more and more violent recently." Feng Changrong covered his head and murmured, making Yan Xici's head tingle with veins.

"I'm talking to you seriously." Yan Xici resisted the urge to push him to the ground and beat him up, "I approached just now, those people...something was wrong, they were clearly not dead, but their bodies were as cold as ice. "

"Their chests rose and fell, but when I touched their skin, it was very cold...it was that kind of... cold..." Yan Xici said, his complexion got worse and worse, which reminded him of the story in the original book. I have to think about some of the plots I saw.

"Junior brother?" Yan Xici fell silent while talking, Feng Changrong tentatively poked the stunned junior brother, and successfully brought him back to his senses.

Most of the descriptions about the Nether Realm in the original book revolve around the male protagonist Ji Moze, how Ji Moze, a young man who has built a foundation, struggles to survive in a place surrounded by ghosts and evil spirits, and accidentally falls into the battlefield of ancient monks, and finds a lot of inheritance and knowledge. treasure.Not only that, but he also fell into a hidden palace, obtained countless natural materials and treasures inside, and made a fortune.

However, this is only the treatment of the male protagonist, and for others, the Netherworld is a deadly place. There are a large number of ghosts in it, invisible and intangible, lurking in the devilish energy, and they are most fond of the monk's fresh body and majestic aura .Once a person without the halo of the male protagonist steps in, he will become food for ghosts and evil spirits, and will be robbed of his mind and body without knowing it, and become a walking dead.

Thinking of the weirdness of the waiter in the shop and the quiet people in the wing room, it was still daytime, but it made people get goosebumps.

Looking at Feng Changrong's ignorant face, Yan Xici was very entangled, not knowing how to tell him about the Nether Realm.But this matter is of great importance. It is mentioned in the original text that ghosts are the most powerful at night, and high-level ghosts and monsters can even silently penetrate the barrier, devour the spiritual consciousness of monks, and take away the flesh.If they are unprepared, if things are really as he thinks, then it will be dangerous at night.

Yan Xici talked about Feng Changrong, and whispered in his ear, analyzing all the doubts about the waiter and the few people who fell asleep.Although Feng Changrong was offline on weekdays, facing the serious and dignified expression of his younger brother, and the scene he saw was indeed suspicious, so the two discussed it and decided to talk to Wang Zhenren and the others.

Regarding the situation of the Abyss in the Northern Territory, the leader, Yi Qingzi, told several people in detail, but at this time there was no trial in the Demon Refining Tower, and there was no battle of the Three Realms. Underestimating the enemy leads to accidents.

After the two senior brothers ran to contact the other three, the five of them gathered together, and Yan Xici recounted what he suspected.

"Is this serious?" After hearing the whole story, Wang Zhenren looked at the other three people, and his expression became more solemn.

"But I saw the waiter in the shop earlier...there is indeed a living person's breath on his body." Ji Chuan was puzzled. Although the waiter behaved strangely, he was indeed a living person.

"Ghosts like to travel at night, and their power will be weakened during the day... After all, this is the human world. But if we go to the northern border, maybe we will face a fierce battle." Beside Ji Chuan, the usually taciturn sword cultivator said, and he The long sword has been pulled out, and he is alert to the changes that may occur in the inn at any time.

"Senior Brother Ren, don't be too nervous." Ji Chuan smiled and patted Jianxiu on the shoulder, "Even so, they are just ordinary people."

"You underestimate the enemy too much." Wang Zhenren looked at him disapprovingly, "If there is no danger here, why doesn't the master let other low-level disciples come here, but choose you and me instead?" With the decline, it is definitely impossible for them to be the only ones on this trip to the northern border.

"If it's as senior brother said, what should we do next?" Jianxiu Ren surnamed was silent for a while and asked.

"It's windy and sandy outside here, even if we use our spiritual power, we can't resist it for long. The only place nearby that can resist the windy sand..." Wang Zhenren sighed, "Let's take a step and see."

In the end, Wang Zhenren decided to let everyone take care of each other. He personally set up restrictions to protect the rooms of several people.

Yan Xici actually wanted to leave, but there was too much wind and sand outside, and it was gradually developing into a sandstorm.Going out rashly, maybe you will be blinded by the yellow sand as soon as you fly up, and then you will be swept up by the sandstorm so that you don't know what night it is.

Helpless, they had no choice but to stay here and be wary of the shop assistants.

Thinking of the weirdness of those people downstairs, Yan Xici's scalp felt numb, and he pulled Feng Changrong and refused to let them go back to his room.

"Brother... those people are very dangerous, you can't handle it alone."

"Yeah, I will always be vigilant and never leave my sword. Don't worry, Junior Brother."

"If those people are really occupied by ghosts, they will definitely take the opportunity to sneak attack and snatch your body."

"Yeah, I got it, let my brand-new natal sword come to a showdown with ghosts and evil spirits!"

Yan Xici: "..."

With a wooden face, he tugged on Feng Changrong's sleeve and continued: "No, brother, you are unreliable alone, it's better to have me by your side."

"I can……"

"No, you can't." Yan Xici held him down very firmly.

Feng Changrong: "..."

"Junior Brother..." Feng Changrong chuckled, hooked Yan Xici's neck, "Are you scared?"

"No." Yan Xici replied stiffly.

In the end Feng Changrong stayed, Yan Xici imposed several restrictions, and then sat cross-legged on the couch to meditate and adjust his breath.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and the wind and sand outside were howling, making the window panes rattle.

What followed was a sudden drop in temperature.The air that was originally dry and scorching became as cool as water at night, and there was even a downward trend.Even though the aura cut off the outside world, the two people staying in the house felt the slightest bit of cold eroding their skin.

"Why did it suddenly become so cold...could it be a ghost?" Feng Changrong turned pale in shock, and took out his natal sword to search around, "Don't be afraid, Junior Brother, I just cut it for you!"

"No, it's just that there is a big temperature difference between day and night." Yan Xici took out the clothes he had prepared in advance and put them on.He knew there would be a temperature difference, but he didn't expect the temperature difference to be so severe that he couldn't resist the freezing cold even through the barrier... His breath was white!

As the night darkened completely, the inn, which was almost burned out during the day, turned into an ice cave, and frost formed on the window sills.

As the sky completely lost its color and turned into thick black, wisps of thin gray mist surged from the ground, spread to every corner, and gradually extended upwards, covering the entire building and even the entire area. In a faint gray mist.

The sleeping creature slowly opened its eyes, with a pale face, empty eyes, and a strange curve at the corner of its mouth.

In the silent inn, footsteps sounded, and he stepped up the stairs and came to the guest room on the third floor.Compared with the stiffness and sluggishness during the day, the speed is much faster.Soon, the footsteps stopped, and the corridor returned to silence.

Yan Xici and the two stayed in the outer room without daring to relax at all, listening to the movement of the outside world.

'Boom--'

There was a knock on the door, startling the two of them.

Yan Xici was alert: "Who?"

"Guest officer, it's me." Xiao Er's fluent voice sounded outside the door, different from the daytime, with clear articulate, "The night dew is cold and cold, I specially brought the charcoal basin up for the guest officer."

Yan Xici slowly drew out his sword, but his mouth was very calm: "No need, I'm not afraid of the cold."

The sound outside the door disappeared, and the two of them glanced at each other, neither daring to relax.Although the little girl was silent, she still stood at the door, which made Yan Xici's nerves tense, for fear that the door would be broken into at any time.

Feng Changrong came over, patted his junior brother on the shoulder, and motioned him to lean back.

After listening intently for a while, they heard the steps of leaving. The two breathed a sigh of relief and continued to listen to the movement outside.

As expected, the little boy knocked on other people's houses after failing to knock on their doors.Because of the reminder in advance, all the people in the group stayed in the house and didn't let the little girl in.

After a stalemate for a while, they finally heard Xiao Er's voice coming downstairs, and just as they breathed a sigh of relief, they heard Xiao Er's voice outside again: "Guest officer, I have prepared food and drinks in the lobby, please do me a favor. "

Feng Changrong stared bald: "He, didn't he just go down? Why did he come up from behind again, I didn't hear the footsteps!"

Yan Xici had goose bumps all over his body, and shook his head desperately with a pale face: "Leave him alone, we won't open the door, and we will never go out!"

As before, Xiao Er patiently knocked on every door and asked the same thing, but no one answered him.

After a moment of silence, someone's door opened with a creaking sound.

"Guest officer, please come this way." The Xiao Er's smiling voice echoed in the corridor, looking a little gloomy.

"What's going on? Who's gone out?" Feng Changrong was shocked, and he rushed to the door and was about to open the door and go out, but Yan Xici grabbed his hands and pressed him against the door, "Junior Brother, Let me go, let go-"

"Hush—don't move, listen carefully." Yan Xici forcibly suppressed him, preventing him from rushing out immediately, "There was only the voice of 'one person' outside from the beginning to the end, the one who opened the door was you s room."

"That's right, I turned off the restriction when I was looking for you just now, no wonder he can go in." Feng Changrong suddenly realized and was relieved immediately, but then he thought of something and stammered, "But, Uncle Wang and the others don't know Ah, don't they think..."

Yan Xici: ...

Depend on!

As Feng Changrong said, Ji Chuan was deceived by the noise outside, opened the door and walked out, and reprimanded the little girl.

The two only heard his angry reprimand, as if they were very dissatisfied with the waiter in the shop, but soon, there was no sound outside, and calm returned.

The door knocking sounded again, and the cycle repeated.

The two people in the room were in a state of surprise, and leaned on the door to listen carefully, but found that there was no movement.

"I'll go out and have a look." Feng Changrong was the first to be unable to restrain himself, "As disciples of Xuantian Xianzong, how can we be frightened by these things? If there is any problem, I will use the sword in my hand to kill it !"

Feng Changrong drew out his sword, arrogantly, pushed the door open and was about to rush out, and then came cheek to cheek with the waiter who was standing straight at the door with a sly smile on his face.

"Oh my god!!" Feng Changrong was so frightened that the rooster crowed that he almost swung the long sword in his hand. Fortunately, he held it steady, and immediately took a step back, looking at him warily.

"Guest officer, you've finally opened the door..." the shop waiter raised the charcoal basin in his hand, stepped over the threshold, and walked in.

On the long corridor outside the door, there was no figure of Ji Zhenren, probably he had returned to his room.

"Oh...thank you..." Feng Changrong took the basin with a stiff smile, but he didn't know that there was a trace of gray mist slowly wrapping around him.

"Thank you very much!" Yan Xici quickly pulled him back with quick eyesight and happened to avoid the entanglement of gray fog. He did not hesitate to give the order to chase away the guests: "You can go out, we are going to rest."

"The guest officer... Take a good rest." The waiter pulled out a smile, then turned around and stepped out, Yan Xici quickly closed the door, put down a lot of restrictions, and then started a thunderbolt to strike at the gray mist that was creeping in !

'boom--'

The pure thunder fire collided with the cloudy mist and burned instantly, Feng Changrong realized it belatedly.

"The shop waiter should be alive." The goose bumps on Yan Xici's body hadn't subsided yet, he couldn't help but reach out and rub his cold torso, trying to dispel the chill that penetrated into the marrow of his bones, "But his expression Consciousness has been manipulated, which is equivalent to a puppet."

As long as it wasn't for the ghost, A Piao, Yan Xici's courage would come back, even though that Xiao Er was really weird, he was indeed still alive.

"Manipulated? That cloud of fog?" Even though Feng Changrong was slow, he also noticed something was wrong. The cloud of fog seemed to have its own consciousness, and it almost wrapped around his leg.Feng Changrong broke into a cold sweat at the thought of being almost entangled in the gray fog because of his own carelessness.

After a few times of experience, he quickly realized that if his junior brother was not by his side, he might have been hit by a trick without knowing it.After thinking about it, didn't the real Caiji get tricked just now?

"Junior brother, let's go find Uncle Ji, he just now..."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a sound of opening the door outside, and this time, it was Wang Zhenren and the others.

Feng Changrong and Yan Xici looked at each other, and hurriedly pushed the door out, just about to stretch out their feet, but found countless strands of mist coming from the end of the corridor, like live snakes winding up, and the whole body was surrounded by Wang Zhenren, who was wrapped in aura, became the first target to bear the brunt.

"Master, be careful!" Feng Changrong yelled, Wang Zhenren quickly took out the magical weapon to resist, but was surprised to find that the gray mist was not afraid of the aura, but instead followed the spiritual power coiling up the snake, trying to devour and assimilate it.

Yan Xici pinched out the Thunder Jue, and the fine lightning bolts shattered the mist and dispersed it temporarily.

"What's the matter, these fogs are weird." Seeing that the thunder fire was useful, Wang Zhenren quickly switched to magic to deal with it, and only then did the dense fog drive away.

"Let's go find Uncle Ji." Feng Changrong shouted repeatedly, running all the way to the room where Ji Chuan was, unable to push away.

"Get out of the way." Wang Zhenren lifted the restraint with a formula, and quickly undid the restraint, walked in and found Ji Chuan lying on the couch with his eyes closed, not knowing about his personnel.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother!" Wang Zhenren tried hard to pat him awake, but couldn't do it, "Oops, what should I do..."

Yan Xici frowned, trying hard to recall the plot in the original book.To put it bluntly, these gray fogs are demonic energy, and those ghosts are most fond of the pure spiritual power of monks, so once a monk enters, they will entangle themselves like tarsal maggots, slowly corrode the spiritual power, and then penetrate into the monk In the body, it erodes the monk's spiritual consciousness and mind.

And once it is completely occupied, it will become a walking dead, without sanity at all.

But Ji Chuan is a bit strange here, he didn't notice the existence of demon energy in his body, but he fell into a coma, unable to wake up his mind, as if he had lost his soul...

A few people were discussing strategies around Ji Chuan, when they saw Ji Chuan sitting up straight with his eyes closed, his whole body stiff as a slab of stone, slowly turning over and getting out of bed.

"Junior Brother Ji?" Wang Zhenren was taken aback, he wanted to hold Ji Chuan, but the other party's hands were as cold as ice, with eyes closed, he walked straight out, the three of them couldn't stop him at all.

"Quick! Close the door, open the restraint, and don't let him leave!" Wang Zhenren was sweating profusely, pinched the spells in his hands, and cast the body-fixing spells and binding spells repeatedly, finally controlling Ji Chuan in place.

Yan Xici and Feng Changrong looked at each other, one closed the door, the other set up the formation, and they cooperated seamlessly.

In the room, Ji Chuan was bound in place by several restraints, unable to move. He stood upright in place, like a statue with no vital signs.

The three breathed a sigh of relief, and planned to move the person back to the couch and study slowly to see if there was a solution.

After finishing all this work, Feng Changrong suddenly raised his head and said, "Why is Uncle Ren not moving?"

Only then did Wang Zhenren realize that there was such a commotion, but Junior Brother Ren next door did not move at all, which is very abnormal!

The three of them hurried out, rushed to the next room and opened the door——

Inside the house, there was no one.

The author has something to say:

I will not update tomorrow when I go out...

By the way, if there is no ranking this week, let me take it easy...I'm so tired.

PS: Babies in Zhengzhou should pay attention to safety, come on!