Chapter 16 Death of Taiyi Zhenren
Being in the world of allusions, Yang Hecai could barely maintain his mood.
"Disciple."
Master Taiyi turned around and said with a smile on his face: "You and I must rush to Cailian Town before night, otherwise there will be a bloody disaster."
"Disciple understands."
Yang He quickened his pace, while the black cat sat on his shoulder watching the wind.
In any case, now that Guitong's method of raising ghosts has been obtained, it doesn't matter even if the front is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, the worst is death.
I, Yang He, can be submissive in the main world, but this is the allusion world!
Yang He took out the Dabu Dan and swallowed it. Not to mention the added peanuts, although the herbs were bitter, there was a sweet aftertaste in the mouth.
Warm currents are generated in the intestines and stomach, stimulating strong yang energy in a short period of time.
"Not bad."
Yang He nodded with satisfaction, ignoring the side effects of the faint tingling in his organs for the time being, and then communicated with the ghost pupils to attract the Yin energy from the outside.
In terms of the concentration of yin energy, the world of allusions that lacks the barrier between humans and ghosts far exceeds the main world.
As soon as Yang He swallowed the yin energy, a chill poured into his body, and a faint light continued to flow between his mouth and nose, which indeed felt a bit like a Qi practitioner.
"Woo woo woo."
The black cat stretched out comfortably and was also enjoying the nourishment of yin energy.
Yang He could feel the blood vessels moving at the end of the ghost pupils, indicating that new Yin veins were growing, but the progress was extremely slow.
The two of them walked through the official road one behind the other.
Not long after, some mist suddenly rose in the mountains.
After continuing for two or three miles, the fog has become visible to the naked eye, and the content of Yin Qi is also increasing, accompanied by the howling mountain wind.
The black cat leaned close to Yang He's ear and whimpered.
Yang He's heart trembled, "Master, are we about to arrive at Cailian Town?"
Master Taiyi didn't reply, his movements were slightly stiff and he was submerged in the fog, his limbs and joints were extremely straight, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.
"Master!"
Yang He quickened his pace, still watching helplessly as Master Taiyi disappeared.
As if swallowed by clouds and mist.
"Damn it! Master Taiyi, you should be an immortal after all, how could you be so miserable?"
Yang He cursed a few times and opened his ghost pupils. Perhaps because of the Yin veins, there was a bright blood streak in the whites of his eyes.
The traces of the circulation of Yin Qi are clearly visible, and the surroundings are like sparkling water.
Yang He noticed that activating the ghost pupils can interfere with the Yin energy of the outside world to a certain extent, and speaking to strangers can affect their Yang fire.
[Spiritual vision: 7.1 points]
His spiritual vision increased for no reason, and he understood that the fog came from ghosts!
Yang He didn't have enough ghost eyes, so the only thing he could do was to continue walking and mark the trees beside the official road.
After more than half an hour, Tao Tong's body began to be unable to withstand the Yin Qi from the outside world.
Yang He took Dabu Dan one after another, relying on the power of the medicine to forcibly boost his Yang Qi, otherwise it would be a dead end if the Yang Fire was extinguished.
"It stands to reason that with spiritual vision and ghost eyes, evil spirits may not be able to trap me..."
"Huh?"
Yang He slowed down, and suddenly a shaking figure appeared in the distance. The ghost eyes widened to the limit before he could clearly see the outline of the figure.
The surprise was the corpse of a horse.
The horse's corpse was hanging in mid-air, not a corpse hung by a rope, but its long black hair, tightly wrapped around a tree branch.
Yang He felt unspeakably frightened, and his breathing became rapid.
[Spiritual vision: 7.4 points]
"It's not Nezha's Huntian Ling. Apart from Nezha and Sanshan Empress, is there a third big ghost in the allusion of Ghost Flower..."
The black cat bared its teeth and breathed continuously at the horse's corpse.
Yang He noticed that there were various letters scattered near the horses. He suddenly remembered the optional character Postman and lowered his head to pick up the letters and check them.
The address of the sender is so weird that no clues can be found yet.
[Spiritual Vision: 7.7 points] Yang He stayed away from the trees, and the existence of the source of his spiritual vision was getting closer and closer to him.
"Even if you die, you still have to figure out the origin of ghosts."
Yang He chose to go deep into the officialdom, knowing that even if he deliberately avoided it, he would not survive for long. It was better to commit suicide, at least he could increase his spiritual vision.
Not long after walking, the creepy scene became clearer and clearer.
A large number of corpses were hung from tree branches, with their long black hair entangled in the flesh of their necks.
Yang Heneng could see that the corpses were all caravans passing by the official road. Their faces were ferocious and they had suffered great pain before their death.
"Cough cough cough."
A weak cough came. One person was still breathing, and his limbs were struggling.
"Save...save me..."
Yang He raised his eyebrows and found that he was an old postman in his early fifties.
The ghost pupils opened and closed, and the old postman only felt the biting cold wind coming towards him. His body temperature suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave, and his limbs were trembling.
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Three Yang Fires were blown out by Ghost Eyes.
The old postman lost his life and became no different from a corpse. He barely broke free from the restraints and fell to the ground in embarrassment, coughing violently.
The ghost pupils closed, and the old postman's three yang fires were rekindled.
When Yang He heard that the old postman was completely frightened, he murmured to himself crazily: "There is a ghost in the letter! There is a ghost in the letter!!"
"I didn't open it privately! There was a ball of black hair in that letter!!!"
"The black hair is growing, and a woman's face has grown. You can't blame me! You can't blame me for being hanged by ghosts! I, I..."
Yang He had goosebumps all over his body.
The old postman covered his head and stared at the end of the official road in horror.
"She's here! She's here to kill me! I shouldn't have opened that letter!!"
As if Yang He was facing a formidable enemy, his ghost eyes moved to the back of his head to ensure that there was no blind spot in his vision, and then he grabbed the collar of the old postman.
"Tell me, who sent the letter to whom?"
"I've never seen her, don't kill me, please don't kill me!"
The old postman murmured in answer to the question, blood flowing from his facial features.
Yang He pushed the old postman away. The black cat on his shoulder had curled up into a ball. The thick fog was endless and he had nowhere to escape.
"Have you ever seen a skinny Taoist priest?"
He didn't expect the old postman to reply, but the latter said tremblingly: "Dead, I saw with my own eyes that the Taoist priest was killed..."
Yang He's expression was stunned. Did Master Taiyi die in the wilderness for no reason? Impossible, how can the romance of ghosts and gods continue?
"Mrs. Yin! Mrs. Yin is here!"
The old postman pointed to the depths of the mountain forest, and Yang He noticed that the former had six fingers.
Yang He thought about the slightly familiar name and realized that Nezha's biological mother seemed to be named Yin, but how could Mrs. Yin become a ghost?
"If I had known if I were carrying a knife, I would have cut myself a knife if I was in danger."
Ta-ta-ta.
The footsteps moved from far to near, mixed with the sound of heavy objects being dragged.
【Spiritual Vision: 8.5 points】
The growth of spiritual vision is comparable to facing Nezha directly. It is difficult to imagine what Mrs. Yin is doing. Is Chentangguan a mass grave?
After a few breaths.
The woman, who was more than three meters tall, loomed in the thick fog. Her limbs were bleeding, and traces of iron chains could be seen running through her.
Yang He froze on the spot in disbelief, while the woman grabbed a corpse and dragged it away.
The corpse is none other than Zhenren Taiyi.
Its organs have been hollowed out and it cannot die anymore.
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