After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

The old man could tell that the young man who "lost his way" to his door was a living soul.

But the strangers he had known in the past were all fearful of ghosts and gods, mostly submissive, even the judging rules were obviously unequal, and they dared not speak out.

Although he was helpless in such a situation, he also knew very well that strangers really did not have the power to contend with ghosts and gods.

But because of this, the old man left kind but timid comments on strangers.

But he never expected... The times have changed!

Even the ghost exorcists in the world are not what he imagined, let alone Yan Shixun who is unique among the ghost exorcists.

The old man was a little too late to realize that he had been tricked by a younger generation.

— Scared of the devil!This kid was all pretending just now, he was just lying to him!

The old man was panting with anger, and the force of his palm almost crushed the door frame he was holding on to.

Yan Shixun saw the old man's anger after being cheated, but he didn't take it seriously.

With one hand in his pocket and the teacup in the other, he raised his glass to the old man from a distance, then smiled lightly and walked towards the old man calmly with his long legs wrapped straight in suit trousers.

"Thank you for your hospitality, let's go."

He stood still in front of the door, looked at the old man who was holding the door to block the way, and tilted his head: "Why, the ghost messenger also wants to deny what he said? Didn't you warmly invite me just now?"

"The world is going down, and the ghosts are not old."

Yan Shixun shook his head slowly, sighing with emotion.

The pupils of the old man whose identity was revealed by Yan Shixun instantly constricted.

He looked at Yan Shixun in shock, unable to recover.

This identity...has been buried for thousands of years. For a long time, no one has called for this identity. Even the people and ghosts he once knew have all died, and he is the only one left.

how come……

What is the identity of this kid?

The old man looked serious, and looked at Yan Shixun with cold eyes.

In a short period of time, his mood was ups and downs, and when he didn't notice it, he kept following Yan Shixun's pace. He was completely affected by Yan Shixun's emotional ups and downs, and he could no longer be as leisurely as he was at the beginning. Drank tea and scratched my feet.

Yan Shixun also allowed himself to be scrutinized, and stood in front of the old man generously to let him see, pure and innocent, as if he was really a young and handsome young man who couldn't be more sincere.

Only the ripples of laughter in those eyes, which were half covered by the slightly lowered thick eyelashes, vaguely revealed a bit of truth.

He released the information in his hands little by little, and controlled the rhythm precisely, so that the other party was not sure how much truth he knew.

If you want to see his details clearly, you must follow his rhythm, so that the other party has already handed over the control to him without realizing it.

Even if the other party realized that it was a scam, Yan Shixun didn't care at all.

This was originally a conspiracy.

——Because the other party is a ghost messenger, his deep nostalgia for the old Fengdu is his most obvious weakness.

Therefore, even if the other party sees through that this is a game made, they have no choice but to take the initiative to step in.

There is such a risk of being seen through the psychology by others and grasping the weakness.

Yan Shixun unhurriedly surrounded him from all sides, leaving the old Fengdu ghost in front of him with nowhere to retreat. Knowing that there was a pit ahead, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and jump in.

He stood in front of the ghost messenger slowly, waiting patiently for the ghost messenger to ponder for a while.

Then... the ghost messenger will find that the only thing left is the path he left for the ghost messenger.

The old man looked at Yan Shixun with extremely unkind eyes, and his teeth were grinding so hard that it made your teeth sour.

But after a long while, he could only reluctantly let go of the hand holding the door frame, turned sideways to make room, and signaled Yan Shixun to go in.

"Eat as much as you want, so much nonsense."

The old man snorted through his nostrils angrily, he didn't want to see Yan Shixun's handsome face make him angry and couldn't punch him twice, so he could only turn around and walk in angrily.

But from Yan Shixun's point of view, the old man's back now looks like a cat in a cartoon he once glanced at, strong on the outside but strong on the inside.

He shook his head with a smile, raised his legs and stepped into the hut.

The light dimmed instantly.

The sky over the mass grave has been gloomy and drooping, with no sunlight.

And this place looks like a simple hut that was built casually, and the lighting is even worse.

The dark room is small and cramped, the dust floats and sinks under the sporadic light that comes in, at a glance, it is gray and gloomy, and there is no hope in the dead silence.

It seems that the state of mind of the owner has also affected the appearance of the house, which is lifeless and lifeless.

Yan Shixun once saw such a house in a poor mountain village.

But when the owner of the house is the old Fengdu ghost messenger who used to have a high status, it seems extremely inconsistent.

Yan Shixun stood at the door of the house, listening to the old man cursing, while calmly looking around at the layout of the house in front of him.

The house is not big, and you can see the end at a glance.

In this small space, there are simple beds, tables and chairs, and the kitchen is next to it. However, any space that is a little empty is filled with rolls of books.

Although I can't see clearly what is written on it, but from the side, the old paper has already turned yellow and scattered, and it seems that it will be broken into a piece of paper ashes if touched.

It is a bit different from the strong atmosphere of life in the courtyard outside. The room looks more like a person with obsession, who is not willing to give up and is chasing something.

He can't even take care of his life, and has no time to take care of his daily life. All the time is spent by the owner of the house looking through the books that fill the corners of the room, trying to find something from them.

——From the layout and objects of the room, the character and situation of the owner can also be clearly seen.

But what attracted Yan Shixun the most was that the furniture in the room was not made of wood.

Glossy and cool, with an old yellow hue.

It is bony.

Whether it's a cabinet or a table and chair, there are sections of raised joints, which seem to be polished from human thigh bones and ribs.

It was only these things that gave Yan Shixun a sense of reality and a clear awareness of where he is now.

But this didn't surprise Yan Shixun much.

After all, this is the lower hell of the old Fengdu. There are no trees or stones on the mass graves outside. The most material is the bones that can be seen everywhere.

As the old Fengdu ghost messenger, it is reasonable to use this kind of material casually, just as he guessed.

Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows with interest. He walked into the house, casually placed the teacup in his hand on the bone table, and then naturally picked up the book half-opened on the table, as if it was really just Wandering around with nothing to do.

It was only after picking up the scroll that Yan Shixun saw that there was a ghost face embedded in the table under the scroll.

The eye sockets without eyeballs were deeply sunken, and the two black holes looked straight up, like the gaze of death.

Unprepared to meet such a pair of eyes, Yan Shixun was only slightly surprised, and immediately restored his smile.

He even waved to the skeleton with a smile.

That leisurely attitude is like seeing someone else's house has a pet dog when they are guests, so they say hello and tease him casually.

Skeleton: "..."

The ghost face's upper and lower jaws unconsciously opened a crack, as if its mouth grew out of shock.

Immediately, it twisted its skull hard, trying to look in the direction of the old man on the table, and asked the old man in horror, what kind of creature is this!

The bones collided, making a slight rattling sound.

The old man murmured and pointed at Sang and scolded Huai, but his ears moved, and he keenly heard the voice from the side.

He glanced up lightly, then continued to lower his head, and dealt with the ingredients under his hands vigorously.

He was still cursing, muttering, "Young people nowadays don't know how to respect the old and love the young", "You should go to hell for lying", "Especially the old guy who lied to me".

But it seems like he didn't see Yan Shixun's movements at all.

Yan Shixun glanced at the old man out of the corner of his eye, and also noticed the old man's attitude of turning a blind eye.

He chuckled silently in his heart, knowing that the old man should also be curious about his identity, and wanted to use this incident to probe his background and see how much he knew.

They are one person and one ghost, and now they are well aware of the unusualness between each other, and each is using its own method to try to find out something from the other.

Whoever misses the hole card first loses.

Yan Shixun knew it very well, but he didn't mean to stop him, he was just doing his own thing.

His slender fingers ran down the yellowed and fragile paper, reading every word on the scroll clearly.

Thanks to Li Chengyun's rich collection of ancient books, Yan Shixun is well adapted to all fonts and old-fashioned diction, no matter how old the books are, there is no dyslexia.

Therefore, he soon realized that this book was not a book, but a register used by the old Fengdu.

Just like the book of life and death in folklore, whoever's name is on it, the evil will come to arrest him.

But for Yincao Jifu, the so-called life and death book is actually a work note, letting Yinchao know what the work content is assigned to him.

And what Yan Shixun held in his hand at this time was the roster that Jiu Fengdu had used thousands of years ago.

Although the verdict was made by Emperor Fengdu of Beiyin, it was actually executed by the ghost messengers below. This roster is equivalent to their work diary, which records the reason why someone died on a certain day in a certain place, What kind of crime is committed, and what kind of punishment should be punished.

Yan Shixun raised his eyes, and his eyes flicked across the scrolls stuffed in the corners around him.

They are all in the same format as the roster in his hand.

It seems that this ghost messenger has been collecting the rosters of the year since he returned to the old Fengdu, and flipped through them one by one.

Yan Shixun didn't know the old Fengdu, but there were people around him who he could ask.

Whether it is Zhang Wubing and Jing Xiaobao who are the kings of Hades, or Yeli, the lord of Fengdu.

From them, Yan Shixun could get sincere and detailed answers to all his doubts about the underworld.

Although Yan Shixun didn't know that Zhang Wubing was the reincarnation of the remnant soul of the king of hell before, but because Jing Xiaobao had just taken over the underworld, although his strength was enough to support the operation of the underworld, after all, he was too young when he died. He is also very playful, so Yan Shixun worried that he would not be able to handle the complicated affairs of the underworld, so he tested Jing Xiaobao's homework about the underworld several times.

And through Jing Xiaobao's stuttering narration, Yan Shixun has listened a lot, and probably knows how a place like the underworld works.

For each errand, they have their own work to do.

In order to prevent yin and errands from interfering in human affairs and disturbing yin and yang, they only know what they are going to do, but they don't know the content of other people's work.

It is similar to the current secrecy method.

This set of working methods was left behind by the previous King of Hades, which kept the underworld still running in an orderly manner in the 100 years after his death.

If it wasn't for later, some of the underworld servants coveted the power of the underworld because they had not been supervised for a long time, so they guarded themselves and robbed themselves, causing the underworld to be in turmoil.According to the arrangements left by the previous king of hell, it can support the continued operation of the underworld.

Jing Xiaobao thought for a long time with his clever little brain, but he couldn't think of a better way.So he slapped his fat claws, happily decided to use everything left by the previous King of Hades, and then happily rushed to hell to play with ghosts.

At that time Yan Shixun only felt angry and funny.

But now, after knowing the relationship between Yan Wang and Ye Li that has checked and balanced each other for thousands of years, he has other guesses in his mind.

Fengdu and Jifu should adopt similar working methods.

No matter how high the ghosts and gods are on the altar, those who go to the human world and detain ghosts to the underworld are all ghosts and ghosts.

This set of methods can indeed ensure that their work is carried out in an orderly manner.

But one thing is obvious, judging from Ye Li's anger thousands of years ago, the old Fengdu Guicha who participated in that battle at that time would not be let go by the general.

What's more, from the point of view of the general, those old Fengdu ghost messengers also bear karma, which indirectly makes the ghosts who died with resentment unable to take revenge, so there is no need to keep them.

All the old spirits who participated in the battle died on the battlefield thousands of years ago.

And the ancestor named Bai was a dying ghost who was picked up at the door of his house.

According to what Master Bai said, the ancestor of the Bai surname was rescued by the ghosts and gods who passed through the dense forest and left the southwest when they entered the southwest forest...

Yan Shixun's thoughts turned around, and he frowned slightly.

He guessed that it was Ye Li who had just killed the Great Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu who saved the ancestors surnamed Bai.

But judging from Ye Li's behavior style, he would not show kindness for no reason and let a certain ghost messenger go.

Yan Shixun could feel Ye Li's anger just from Yan Wang's narration of what happened thousands of years ago.

What's more, Ye Li, who is the person involved, is getting angry.

There will be no ghosts in the old Fengdu who can escape from the battlefield.

They all paid the price for their superiority, the causal cycle, how they watched the ghosts crying and begging for a chance of revenge without being indifferent, how they cried and begged a hundred thousand ghost soldiers to let them go.

But in the end, the loyal soldiers who were full of anger swung their knives down heavily, cutting their souls to pieces.

That being the case, then the ghost messenger who escaped and died at the gate of the ancestor named Bai must not have been in charge of fighting in Jiufengdu.

It could be logistics, or clerical.

Yan Shixun didn't know.

But just looking at the mountains of scrolls in the ancestor's room, Yan Shixun could tell that it was not easy for the ghost messenger to collect information that was not his job in the chaos after the old Fengdu lost power.

Moreover, the degree of yellowing of those scrolls varies, some are well preserved, some are tattered, and it seems that they have undergone a lot of research.

The ghost messenger should be like a mouse moving a house. It found these scrolls from the ruins bit by bit, brought them home, and wanted to search for something from the list of the year.

what to look for?

Yan Shixun's eyes dimmed.

He noticed that on the roster in his hand, there was a person's name circled by the ghost guard.

A man who died thousands of years ago.

The cause of death was that he died in battle.

The charge is... hate.

Yan Shixun suddenly remembered Ye Li's battle thousands of years ago.

He had seen hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers following Ye Li, they were all soldiers who followed Ye Li during his lifetime, died in battle with Ye Li, and remained loyal from the world to the underworld.

Is this dead person who is paid special attention by the ghost messenger one of the one hundred thousand Yin soldiers?

Yan Shixun carefully and quickly flipped through the entire book, and found that many names were circled by ghost guards.

These people have different surnames and different places of birth.

But they have distinct commonalities.

——They all died in Yedi thousands of years ago.

Crime, hatred.

...In other words, these people are really soldiers who followed Ye Li back then.

Yan Shixun's fingers flicked over the pages of the book, and his spine stiffened imperceptibly.

The purpose of ghost messengers to collect these death lists is to find out who followed Ye Li back then, or to check their crimes, and want to know why they attacked the old Fengdu back then?

Yan Shixun first ruled out the possibility that Guicha wanted revenge.

After the ghost messenger was rescued by the ancestor Bai, not only did he not do anything to the ancestor Bai, but he also gave him a lot of gold, made a ghost show about the things on the battlefield and in Fengdu, and taught it to the ancestor Bai , let him pass on, and did not interfere.

A ghost who wants revenge can't be so peaceful and organized.

So... Could it be that the ghost messenger wants to know the truth about the downfall of the old Fengdu?

After all, no matter how you look at it, Ye Li, who was an ordinary person and had no contact with ghosts and gods at all, really shouldn't have defeated Beiyin Fengdu.

Even today, thousands of years later, the mainstream view is still that mortals cannot fight against ghosts and gods. Yan Shixun has never seen any respectful offerings from his peers, and has never seen a ghost exorcist stepping on a statue of a god and yelling.

After all, those people still point to ghosts and gods in all directions to drive away evil spirits and keep people safe.

How could he offend ghosts and gods.

However, what no one thought would be successful, was accomplished.

Even when Yan Wang brought up the old events thousands of years ago to Yan Shixun not long ago, he still expressed emotion and surprise.

No one is optimistic about Ye Li, everyone is waiting to see Ye Li's jokes, to see how this ignorant general will regret when he loses.

It's a pity that everyone's idea of ​​having fun came to nothing, and the result shocked everyone.

Not only did Yeli defeat Beiyin Fengdu, he was also honorably recognized by heaven and earth, and even stripped from Dao Dao to gain authority that the old Feng didn't have, and became the lord of Fengdu who was in charge of death and judgment.

The old Fengdu Guicha who was in the center of the whirlpool should be the most shocked.

If Guichai wanted to restore the truth about the decline of the old Fengdu, it would make sense.

Yan Shixun frowned slightly, his eyes were full of caution.

He suddenly realized that there was a line of sight falling on him vaguely.

With the scattered hair half covering his face, Yan Shixun managed to cover up the trace of emotion that he accidentally leaked during his meditation, and re-covered it under calmness.

He collected himself, pulled himself away from the old things of thousands of years ago, and refocused his attention on the old man, preparing to deal with the old man's doubts and temptations towards him.

Yan Shixun is not afraid of the old man's temptation.

It should be said that this is what he must do to guide the old man.

If the old man didn't express himself, he wouldn't show any flaws. In that case, the old man would be an impregnable wall, and Yan Shixun couldn't see any leaked information.

But Yan Shixun still wanted to know from the old man about Li Chengyun and the ebony statue.

And, the secrets about the old Fengdu.

Although the cause and effect between Yan Shixun and Li Chengyun did not guide him to Li Chengyun's location, but made him encounter the ghost messenger in the old Fengdu at the mass grave.

But Yan Shixun soon realized that this was an excellent time to know how to completely destroy the old Fengdu.

Since the old man was not a ghost messenger in charge of fighting in the old Fengdu back then, and he has consulted such a huge amount of books for thousands of years, he must have a good idea of ​​the situation in the old Fengdu.

Perhaps, now that the old Fengdu is in decline, only the old people know about it.

Thinking of this, Yan Shixun quickly made up his mind, and then a pure and kind smile appeared on his lips, he slowly raised his head, and looked frankly where the line of sight came from.

The moment the old man met Yan Shixun's eyes, he couldn't help showing a bit of astonishment, but he quickly returned to normal, turned his gaze back calmly, and continued to prepare meals in his hands.

He probably didn't expect that Yan Shixun would be so keen when he was fascinated by the book, and he dared to read it openly.

"A guy who doesn't know how to respect the old and love the young at all."

The old man became angry from embarrassment, and muttered unhappily: "Seeing that I am working here, I don't know how to come and help. The young people nowadays are tsk tsk tsk, the world is going downhill."

Yan Shixun paused, and when he heard the sentence pattern that was very similar to what he had just said about the old man, a genuine smile appeared in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the old man was quite vengeful and wanted to "revenge" back.

Not only did Yan Shixun not get angry, but he relaxed his muscles, and he was not full of hidden guard against the old man like before.

Because of the old man's exposed emotions, Yan Shixun at least confirmed one thing - the old man is not on the opposite side of him.

People who think deeply and want to do bad things will not show their emotions so easily.

The verbal scene is also coming back... more like a retired grumpy old man in the park.

Yan Shixun shook his head with a smile, got up from behind the table and walked towards the old man: "Old man, it's no wonder I'm here. You can do whatever you want. Just now, you acted as if you were the master of the house. How dare I offend your authority."

"It's actually your fault too."

Yan Shixun's expression was very sincere: "I thought you just liked cooking, and I didn't dare to disturb you. Who would have thought that you still need my help? You didn't say anything."

elder:"???"

He was in the mood of gradually cocking his tail because of Yan Shixun's praise in the previous paragraph, but he fell down again.

Isn't it outrageous, now I am obviously blaming you, why now it turns into you blaming me?

He just blinked his eyes, what happened, why did this happen?

The old man was puzzled, and because of the repeated ups and downs of his mood, he was almost suspicious of ghosts.

How could a living soul tease him so skillfully... Could it be that something really happened? ?

Just when the old man gradually doubted himself, Yan Shixun walked over unhurriedly.

He took off his black coat with a wave of his hand, flicked it casually, and dropped it on the chair beside him.

Immediately, he casually took off the cuffs of the black shirt, put them in his pocket at will, and then rolled up the sleeves, revealing his beautiful and tight forearms.

"Look, now that you've said you need help, I'm here right now."

Yan Shixun couldn't help but stand into the already small kitchen, the distance between him and the old man was less than one foot.

"So, what do you want me to do for you?"

Yan Shixun smiled sincerely: "I thought about it, old man, you are so kind and willing to take me in, I can't just sit and watch you busy, I have to do something to repay your kindness. So let's talk, let me do what?"

The old man's expression froze for a moment.

He never expected that this living soul would not play cards according to his expectations.

He casually pointed to the stove next to him, and said casually with a suspicious expression: "Can you light the stove?"

Yan Shixun looked along the direction he pointed.

Under the small stove full of black and gray ashes, a section of white finger bone protruded from the inside, and was buried powerlessly in the ashes.

What was ignited by the old man as firewood turned out to be human bones.

Yan Shixun calmly moved his eyes to the side, and saw that there were indeed a few bones piled up next to the stove, which looked like human arm bones.

The old man stared closely at Yan Shixun's face, trying to find some evidence that he was frightened, so that he could feel the satisfaction of letting out a sigh.

But what the old man didn't expect was that for Yan Shixun, such scenes were already commonplace.

As a ghost exorcist, you have to deal with ghosts, not to mention Yan Shixun, who is an evil ghost, and Zhang Wubing, who is much easier to use than wicked navigation.

It simply produces the effect that one plus one is greater than two.

Although Yan Shixun was young, the number and quality of evil spirits he had seen were probably beyond the reach of many ghost exorcists and the entire sect combined.

Not to mention that one of the ways Nanming Mountain handles the bones is to let the villagers of Changshou Village burn the bones as firewood.

Yan Shixun is already used to it.

So he nodded, walked over without the slightest hesitation, dragged the bones over neatly, held both ends of the bones with both hands, and with a sudden force, he heard a "click!"

The bone was broken in half.

The old man let out a "hiss!", feeling his toothache.

Yan Shixun squatted down without changing his face, stuffed the bone in his hand into the furnace, then turned around and asked the old man how to start the fire.

The old man's expression was in a trance, and he felt that he might not have been to the human world for too long. Is he derailed from the human world?

Are people outside this scary now?Looking at this kind of behavior of burning fire with the same kind of bones, I don't have the slightest negative emotion, so I don't say it, so I still accept it well?

With a feeling of unreality on the face of the old man, he handed the fire bag to Yan Shixun in a daze, and watched Yan Shixun's movements to light the fire in a daze, and the sound of crackling fire soon sounded in the furnace, The orange fire illuminated the dimly lit house.

At this moment, the old man guessed Yan Shixun's true identity countless times, and even doubted whether Yan Shixun was the King of Hades, or some kind of evil leader.

Otherwise, how can you do this kind of thing without changing your face while knowing the old and new changes thousands of years ago?

The old man even felt that the speculation that Yan Shixun was a stranger was the most unreliable.

"Old man, have you lived here all this time?"

Yan Shixun calmly stared at the fire in front of him, the flames were jumping and reflected in his eyes: "Have you ever thought about moving away from here?"

"Although Old Feng has its own set of rules, based on your understanding of Old Fengdu, it shouldn't be difficult to leave, right?"

The old man was taken aback by Yan Shixun's question, and then his old eyes dimmed, as if he was troubled by thinking of something.

"It's hard to leave the homeland, and the fallen leaves return to their roots... where is it so easy to leave."

The old man sighed, no matter how vigilant he was, he couldn't help but reveal a trace of true emotion when it came to something he was deeply worried about: "After all, I'm also Fengdu's ghost messenger, and I should have lived and died with Fengdu in the first place."

The corners of Yan Shixun's lips hooked slightly imperceptibly, and when the old man didn't notice it, the corners of his lips drooped down, showing a concerned look of understanding.

"Indeed, if you are gone too, no one will be able to keep the old Fengdu."

"However, is it meaningful for you to spend all your time on this kind of thing?"

Yan Shixun's tone was mixed with pity and sympathy: "Guarding a pile of corpses, I don't know when it will end. This city has long since lost its owner. Even if it has been lingering, it will always be discovered by Dao ?”

"Could it be that you really want to perish together with the old Fengdu?"

Yan Shixun said: "Obviously you have gained freedom a long time ago, so you should think about it for yourself."

The movement of the old man's hands became slower and slower, and finally stopped.

He stood in front of the stove, raised his head and looked at the roof with emotion.

"Young student, you are young, you don't understand..."

He sighed softly: "I can't leave, there are still things to do."

Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He could tell that the old man didn't lie to him, but really had a plan for what to do, and the goal was clear.

As far as people are concerned, what can most arouse the other party's desire to explain is to use wrong words to question.

The old man's phrase "Falling leaves return to their roots" has already confirmed his identity for Yan Shixun.

Even as a ghost messenger in the old Fengdu, not only does he not want to take revenge, but he also guards the old Fengdu saying that there is something that must be done, and has been investigating Yeli...

Could it be that the old man has also noticed that the ghost will be born and wants to stop it?

After all, when he mentioned that the old Feng would perish under the avenue, he noticed that the old man curled his lips and dismissed the statement.

His master had predicted the birth of a ghost general many years ago, and looking at it now, the ghost messenger also knew about it.

His master disappeared in Baizhi Lake again, and when he reappeared, it was the time of death.

Yan Shixun does not believe in coincidences.

He reasonably suspected that he was led to the ghost messenger by cause and effect because his master had been in contact with the ghost messenger before, and his master hoped that he could take over the unfinished business between himself and the ghost messenger.

Li Chengyun's death was too sudden for Yan Shixun, and he didn't leave a word for him.

But after all, he gets along with Li Chengyun day and night, and has been taught by Li Chengyun for so many years. When he first tried to explore the human psychology, the experimental subject was Li Chengyun.

As long as clues can be found, it will not be difficult for Yan Shixun to guess what Master's true thoughts were before his death.

Yan Shixun's thoughts turned twice, and he immediately adjusted his tone, showing a low nostalgia.

"You remind me of an old friend."

Yan Shixun lowered his eyelashes, and couldn't hide his sadness under his calm voice: "My master is very similar to you."

Master?

The old man looked back at Yan Shixun in surprise.

He was puzzled by why Yan Shixun suddenly changed his attitude towards him, and even used an honorific title, but he had to know that this kid just came and went with him.

But at the same time, he was also wondering, why his guess was wrong?If there is a master, then it is not the King of Hades or a ghost, right?

It's not a fierce ghost disguised as a living soul, but a person who really entered the old Fengdu from the outside... It's over!

The old man realized something, and his face changed drastically.

Ghost Dao really began to take effect in the outside world!

"My master once said that he expected ghosts to happen, and he wanted to prevent it from happening. Just like you, he has his own things to do."

Yan Shixun lowered his head, his expression could not be seen clearly through the gaps in the scattered hair: "You have not lost Fengdu, but I have lost my master."

The old man stared blankly at Yan Shixun, even though he was on guard, he couldn't help being infected by Yan Shixun's emotions, and felt really sorry for him.

Because Yan Shixun sincerely compared the old man with his master, the old man felt that he was Yan Shixun's master under the exaggeration of this true emotion.

The look he looked at Yan Shixun gradually softened, and he was no longer as guarded as before.

The old man let out a long sigh: "Although there are thousands of people... I will go." ①

"Your master must be a very powerful person."

Tell the ideal to the ideal, and promote morality to those who stick to morality.

No matter how hard the armor is, there are also weaknesses.

And once someone understands their psychology, they can easily determine where the weak points are, and then concentrate their attacks to defeat all the opponent's psychological defenses.

Under Yan Shixun's conscious manipulation of emotions, the old man began to lean towards Yan Shixun before he even realized it, thinking about issues from Yan Shixun's standpoint.

Yan Shixun hooked the corners of his lips, and continued: "But my master failed."

"Heaven and earth are merciless, my master died under the Dao."

"But what he didn't finish, as a disciple, I have to take over and carry it on my shoulders, and continue to fulfill his wish during his lifetime."

Yan Shixun slowly raised his head, looked at the old man seriously, and asked solemnly, "That's why I came here to ask you for help."

"You may think that it's ridiculous for me to want to do such a thing as a stranger, but please forgive me for insisting."

"Fengdu changes, and ghosts howl. However, how the Dao changes will only cause more and more mourning, just like the chaos after the battle of Fengdu... Do you want to see the old scene reappear?"

"So, please help me."

Yan Shixun stood up slowly.

He stretched out his palm, which was still stained with ashes, towards the old man, and said solemnly: "Please. Please let us complete this matter together, so that the previous scene will not happen again."

Real emotions are the most touching.

Although Yan Shixun manipulated the rhythm and direction of the conversation, the only remaining old Fengdu Guichai walked into his layout without noticing it.

But his emotions when he talked about Li Chengyun were all true.

Whether it's true or false, no matter how experienced the ghosts are, they are all bluffed by Yan Shixun.

The old man looked down at Yan Shixun's outstretched hand, but he didn't take it immediately, but was thinking about something.

Yan Shixun didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being left alone, but had the posture of Chengmen Lixue, as long as the old man refused to agree, he would always insist.

After a long time, the old man asked hoarsely, "Your master... is Li Chengyun?"

really!His master did come to the old Fengdu back then, and even met ghost messengers.

Yan Shixun's heart trembled.

He made a surprised expression: "Do you know the first teacher?"

"Li Chengyun...does he still have disciples? He never mentioned this at all."

The old man closed his eyes and sighed, "It's more than knowing, it's more than knowing!"

He raised his skinny arm, pointed to the mountains of corpses outside the window, and said to Yan Shixun, "Did you see the corpses outside?"