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Chapter 320 A bird in the hand is worse than a hundred birds in the forest, Zhang Zhengyi, who is miserable

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    I don't know the sun and the moon in the mountains, and I don't know how long I have been walking in the mist. Qin Yang is no longer sure whether he is still walking among the 100,000 mountains.

    The mountains I saw before were shaped like horned dragons, entangled and entangled, but when I woke up in a straight line, I walked like a mountain path, with shadows on the side of the road, so I couldn't see clearly, and the steps under my feet were a little weak.

    It's like walking on a road to a secret place, but I don't feel any changes in the surrounding space.

    The chirping of insects and birds faded away, and it was eerily quiet. After walking for a while, Abu suddenly said, "We'll be there soon, and Hei Li is here to welcome Mr. Xuanyi in Ginglou."

    In the clouds and mist, the faint sound of the flute came, it seemed that the mountains were weeping, full of desolate and sad emotions, just hearing the sound of the flute, I felt a burst of sadness in my heart, which naturally emerged, and Xuan Yi's heart also appeared in my mind.  face.

    Qin Yang sighed softly, feeling very clearly that this is not a secret magic power, but purely the power of the flute itself, or the power of the melody itself.

    Sylphy's identity is indeed much higher than what he thought, and he is not just an ordinary priest at all.

    He cross-sectioned his life and blocked his body. His consciousness may have been annihilated thousands of years ago

    Touching the corpse for burial, touching the corpse himself, and sending him a fallen leaf to return to his roots, and his soul to return to his hometown, can be regarded as fulfilling his last wish and fulfilling his own rules.

    The sad flute sound is getting closer and closer, the mist and miasma in front of it slowly spread out, and a long and narrow path, adjacent to the mountain, extends into the void in the distance.

    A single figure lined up in two rows, holding a faint blue lantern, came slowly from the path, erratic and silent, and upon closer inspection, all of these people did not touch the ground, three inches above the ground,  Walk in the air.

    These people wore black cross-neck tops, black pleated long skirts, costumed horn ornaments on their heads, and masks made of thin silver horns on their faces. All of them were carved out of the same mold.

    Qin Yang's eyes were slightly closed, and he was a little surprised.

    It is rumored that Bai Li is the best at driving ghosts and gods. I didn't expect that there are so many ghosts here in Heili, and they are all female ghosts.

    These female ghosts are devoid of vitality, full of yin and ghostly aura, but they don't seem to miss a single bit. Just by looking at them, they are no different from ordinary people.

    In other words, each of these ghosts has at least the cultivation level of a ghost king.

    At a glance, there are thirty-six ghost kings holding blue lanterns, and behind them are two people with slightly different accessories, whose faces cover the upper part, and who are playing bone flutes.

    The breath of these two people is also extremely weird, full of vitality, but full of ghostly aura, like people and ghosts.

    The desolate and tragic song played by the bone flute, twirling and twirling, the female ghost holding the lamp, chanting in a low voice.

    "Don't ask, who wanders around and doesn't know where to go, the city where the bones are buried in the green mountains and black soil, don't ask, the bones are wrapped in Zhan clothes, the soul is back, the soul is back"

    The weird tunes, coupled with the chanting with a local accent, among the weirdness, there is not much horror, but it is full of desolation.

    "Moo"

    In the mist, there was another yelling of a cow, and a black and blue buffalo three feet high stepped out of it and followed behind the team.

    "Returning to the Soul, I haven't heard it for a long time" Abu muttered to himself, and when he got close, he immediately retreated to the side and hung his head in silence.

    The team came in front of Qin Yang, and Qin Yang remained silent, took out Sylphy's coffin and placed it in front of him.

    The black and green buffalo stepped forward, spouted two puffs of white air from its nostrils, dragged the coffin, put it on its back, and nodded to Qin Yang.

    Without waiting for Qin Yang's reaction, Abu on the side hurriedly reminded him in a low voice.

    "This is the mark that Master Shenniu thanked you for sending Master Sylphy back and bestowed on you."

    Qin Yang hesitated for a moment, stood still, and let the divine light fall on the back of his left hand.

    The imprint turned into a solemn bull's head with big horns, and then slowly disappeared.

    Seeing the imprint fall, the blue-black Daniel turned around and continued walking into the mist to disappear.

    And the ghost king team turned around and followed closely behind, and followed them into the mist.

    Qin Yang looked down at the back of his left hand, then looked at Abu, casting a puzzled look.

    "That's the guardian of the ancestral land, Master Shenniu. He once picked up the young Lord Xuan Yi in the mountains, and loved him the most. Therefore, when he knew that Lord Xuan Yi had returned, he personally led a group of ghosts and gods from the ancestral land to greet him.  After receiving the imprint of Lord Shenniu, in the land of the Southern Barbarians, any mountain elves and ghosts who sense the imprint will retreat away."

    QinHow did Uncle Meng teach you when you were young?  Always be on your toes, have you forgotten?  Do you really think that you can do whatever you want with the protection of the immortal divine phoenix?

    Do you still have face?

    If it weren't for me, I was afraid that you would be unreliable and that you would be killed. Would I need to take risks and restrain thirty-six ghosts and gods by myself?  If I was a little careless, I would end up in ashes. I didn't say anything, but you still complain?

    Nonsence!  "

    Zhang Zhengyi was stunned, and he was stunned. Looking back, it seems that at that time, he was indeed at the back of the team and saw a person who looked like Senior Brother Qin. It must have been impossible to think about it at the time

    But thinking about it now

    No wonder it was so easy to get in.

    "Senior brother Qin, I" Zhang Zhengyi lowered his head in shame, unable to say anything to complain.

    The biggest danger was solved for him, but he himself swelled and floated

    So much so that the boat capsized in the gutter and was cursed.

    "Junior brother Zhang, it's not that senior brother said you, you know why I said you are unreliable, you have to sharpen your temper, I don't think you will die in a while, it might be a good thing to sharpen it, here you go  This is a lesson for you to remember! Your master is not here, and as a senior brother, I have to take on the responsibility of teaching you!" Qin Yang said sonorously and resoundingly.

    ? He literally rendered Zhang Zhengyi speechless, unable to utter a single word of complaint.

    "Okay, let's not talk about these things for now. I will study the curse slowly later and find a way. Let me talk about what you have gained." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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