After hearing my voice, the whole court went crazy

The journey was so fast that Zheng Anning felt like he was going to be blown away. He felt dizzy and wanted to vomit.

Ahhh, so exciting. This aerial flying is so exciting.

But I can't help but be a little curious, is this Qinggong? I wonder if the original owner has learned this skill?

Before long, the two had arrived at the mass grave outside of Kyoto. The sky was gloomy, without any moonlight, and unknown shouts could be heard from time to time.

There were dirt bumpkins all around, some old coffins exposed outside, and even more so, some corpses and skulls scattered around. There was also a layer of mist not far away, making it difficult to see clearly.

Zheng An Ning looked at the gloomy scene around him and hid behind the purple cloud trembling with fear. He felt something was staring at them from all around him.

True Man Ziyun secretly observed his surroundings. The yin energy was heavy here. He didn't expect that something extraordinary would appear here. He counted with his fingers and found that there was no danger.

He turned around and warned, "Remember, stay calm. You are a Taoist master. The ghosts should be afraid of you, not you. Don't show your weakness. Do you understand?"

[But, I am just afraid]

"Master, will I die miserably here?"

Ziyun shook his head and looked at his huddled disciple. "Okay, stop shaking. I know you are not afraid. Remember, if those little ghosts dare to come up to you, fight them back. Generally, they won't hurt anyone easily."

"God is merciful. Don't bear unnecessary consequences. Just give us a lesson. Remember this."

Before Zheng An Ning could ask him why he said that, he saw Ziyun leaving him and floating away.

[Fuck, Master, you are not a human being. You just left a weak, helpless and pitiful me in this hellish place]

Looking around, the trees were bare, and the cries of crows could be heard from time to time. There seemed to be some crying and laughing sounds. Zheng Anning could only muster up the courage to move forward.

She seemed to see a figure hanging on the tree in front of her, swaying back and forth. She could only pretend not to see it and hold back her fear.

[Ahh, there is a hanged ghost over there. He is so ugly, and his tongue is sticking out so long.]

[This place is really scary. There is no one here. Is there any evil spirit here?]

Zheng An Ning wrapped his cloak tightly and couldn't help thinking that although there are ghosts, there are also good ghosts. Although they look a little shabby, they have never harmed anyone.

And she can be considered a wandering ghost, otherwise she wouldn't have taken over the original owner's body.

Thinking about it, I feel a little guilty. I wonder where the original owner's soul has gone?

[System, where is the original owner? Where did the original owner's soul go? ]

006's mechanical voice was emotionless, and it sounded [Beep, the system level is not high enough, unable to respond to the host's question]

Zheng Anning felt a little depressed. This system seemed to be of little use, except for being able to eat melons.

Zheng An Ning walked for a long time and found that she was back to the same place. Was she trapped in a maze?

The hanged man not far away was still swaying, as if mocking her.

Zheng An Ning calmed down. Everyone can pretend to be cool. It's just pretending to be a master. This little brat dares to block your sister Zheng's way. He is courting death.

Zheng Anning bravely walked towards the hanged ghost, humming a song as he walked: "I am afraid of ghosts, but they didn't hurt me at all. I am not afraid of people, but they hurt me all over..."

As the hoarse singing voice came, the surrounding yin energy stagnated, making it even more eerie and terrifying.

The hanged ghost was swaying as he looked at the little girl humming a song as she walked towards him. The eerie tune made her sound more like a ghost than he was. He had just seen that this girl came with the master, so he didn't dare to mess with her.

Look, what is being sung? It might be some kind of spell, otherwise why would he feel so uncomfortable?

Zheng Anning had already reached the tree where the hanged man was, and he shouted sternly, "Get down from here!"

But her body hidden in the thick clothes was trembling slightly, and she pretended to be calm and composed [Oh my god, I was scared to death, this ghost looks so ugly, I almost had a heart attack]

"You're not coming down yet, do you want me to shoot you down?"

The childish voice echoed slowly in the forest, making the ghost feel frightened.

The hanged ghost floated down and apologized, "Sir, I am a fool and I have offended you. It is really dangerous outside and I don't want you to go into danger."

"Danger, how can you say that? Don't fool me, or I will make you pay."

Zheng An Ning looked at the hanged ghost, it was really a bit eye-catching. Although it was a bit ugly and its whole face was black and blue, it had not hurt anyone and there was no blood or resentment in it.

"Little ghost, don't lie. There is a fierce ghost here. It has devoured many little ghosts. Although it has not hurt anyone, if you run into it, there is no guarantee that it will not..."

"Evil ghost? Are there other ghosts nearby? Why don't you reincarnate?"

"My Lord, I would like to be reincarnated, but there is no messenger from the underworld to take me here."

Zheng Anning carefully identified whether it was lying, and deliberately said fiercely, "Do you know the consequences of deception?"

As she spoke, she took out a talisman and waved it threateningly, with a fierce look on her face.

The hanged ghost was so scared that he trembled, "The little ghost is not lying, really"

Zheng An Ning looked at the time. It was still midnight. There was a cold wind blowing all around. Nothing had changed around them. The sky was gloomy and the moon and stars could not be seen.

"Okay, since you didn't lie, lead me. I want to visit this mass grave."

The hanged ghost had no choice but to lead the way. When they walked out of the mist, they saw a completely different scene. The gloomy energy in front was even more intense. It seemed that there were sounds of gongs and drums, as well as the humming of opera singing, coming from not far away.

There were sounds of fighting and swords clashing coming from not far away. Was there something exciting to watch?

Zheng Anning's eyes suddenly lit up, and he walked towards the direction of the fighting sound with an oil lamp in his hand, humming a little song happily, "The big rabbit is sick,

Rabbit, look!

Three rabbits buy medicine,

Four rabbits stew,

The fifth rabbit died,

Six rabbits carry

Seven rabbits digging a hole,

Eight rabbits buried,

The nine rabbits sat on the ground and cried.

The ten rabbits asked it why it was crying?

Nine Rabbits said,

The five rabbits never come back!"

The childish voice and the eerie nursery rhyme rang out in the eerie night, making people feel chilling and a little creepy.

"bump"

In the dark night, the sound of swords clashing paused. A group of men in black surrounded several men. The fighting figures of the two groups stopped and looked around vigilantly.

The strange singing voice came from far away, "Four rabbits are dying, five rabbits are dead, six rabbits are carrying..."

Rong Lin listened to this strange song with no tune and no melody. His hand holding the sword was shaking a little. His handsome face was unforgettable. He was usually calm and composed, but at this moment, it was a little broken.

The baby-faced boy next to him grabbed his sleeve tremblingly and said, "Brother, there must be no ghosts here. I'm still young and I haven't married yet."

The men in black on the opposite side were also a little agitated and stopped their attacks. They didn’t think they would really encounter a ghost this time, and it was too eerie here, and it was a mass grave.

The leader of the men in black shouted angrily, "Why are you panicking? Hurry up and kill them for me."

The group of people had to suppress their fear, calm their minds and attack forward. Even if they were not killed by the ghosts, they would be killed by the enemy, so they had no way to retreat.