The forbidden love between a ghost and a villain

In the early morning, the sun shines on Cangjian Villa, and the golden light shines on the towering mountain peaks, making it look particularly solemn and majestic.

Almost all the Jindan disciples from Changshou Sect, Wanjian Sect, and Tianji Pavilion have arrived.

They were all in high spirits and high spirits, looking forward to the opportunity to enter the sword tomb.

Shen Meng followed behind Li Chengze, glanced at the crowd, and was shocked.

She discovered that the golden light of luck on the heads of those sons of luck,

Now only Li Xinran, Qian Duoduo and Jiang Linger still have the luck, and the luck of everyone else has disappeared!

Could it be that Li Chengze sucked away all their luck?

Seeing Shen Meng panic, Li Chengze gently stroked Shen Meng's hair:

"Meng'er, we're going in."

There was a hint of fondness in his tone, as if to say,

No matter what happens, he will protect her.

Shen Meng nodded slightly and entered the sachet.

At this time, Bai Changfeng, the owner of Cangjian Villa, appeared in front of everyone.

He is a tall, sage-like old man.

Wearing a white robe and holding a whisk, she looks like an immortal.

"Everyone," Bai Changfeng's voice was loud and majestic, spreading throughout the valley.

"No matter what you gain upon entering the Sword Tomb, it is your opportunity.

Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by God, and everything is determined by God."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge sword fell from the sky and hovered in the air.

This sword is twenty meters long, and the blade emits a dazzling golden light.

It seemed to be made of pure energy, full of majesty and power.

As Bai Changfeng lightly tapped his finger, the giant sword slowly opened.

It forms a golden gate leading to the legendary sword tomb.

"Go in!" Bai Changfeng said in a deep voice.

The disciples took out their magic weapons and flew into the golden gate on their swords.

Li Chengze followed closely behind and entered this sword tomb full of unknowns and challenges.

As you step into the sword tomb, an ancient and solemn atmosphere hits you in the face.

Looking around, countless sword blades filled the black land.

They have different shapes and materials, but all of them emit a sharp cold light.

A rusty bronze sword, a cold steel sword, a crystal clear jade sword...

It is like a forest of swords with strange rocks, or like the tombstones of countless graves, silently telling the ruthlessness of time.

The red sky hangs low and oppressively, without the sun, moon, or stars.

Only wisps of white smoke floated in the air.

They must be the souls of the disciples who came to search for the sword and died in the past.

Some are in ruins, while others still vaguely show their former splendor.

Some souls hold broken swords, maintaining the fighting stance they held before death;

Some souls have terrified expressions, as if they are still experiencing endless fear;

Some souls have empty eyes and have long lost their memories of their lives, leaving only wandering instinctively.

These souls are erratic, wandering around with the dark wind.

It let out a shrill wail that was creepy.

Shen Meng's heart tightened. This sword tomb was indeed weird!

She quietly jumped out of the sachet, and as soon as she landed,

He felt countless longing eyes falling on him.

There was pleading in those eyes,

With anticipation, but also with a hint of frightening greed.

And those wandering souls are like moths to a flame,

They rushed towards her frantically, making shrill pleas:

"Immortal? It's an immortal!"

"Take us out!"

"Please, take us out! We've been trapped here for too long!"

Shen Meng was startled by this sudden scene. She stepped back repeatedly, waving her hands in panic:

"I'm not, you got the wrong person."

"Immortal, ghosts cannot enter or leave here. If you can come in, it means you have a way to get out."

Shen Meng looked around and saw a faint red barrier.

It enveloped the entire sword tomb, trapping the dead souls inside and preventing them from being reborn.

She couldn't bear it, so she spoke to comfort him.

"Everyone, please be patient! I will find a way to get everyone out."

"Black Thirteen!"

Shen Meng called out, the familiar instant noodle brand appearing in her hand.

There was a distortion in the space, and the figure of Hei Shisan appeared in front of Shen Meng, but... this time the style of the painting was a little wrong.

There was a colorful wreath on his messy hair and a Hawaiian-style plumeria wreath around his neck.

She was also wearing a colorful grass skirt, which swayed gently in the breeze, making her look particularly "eye-catching".

Shen Meng was stunned, and it took her a while to find her voice:

"Uh...Hei Shisan, what are you doing..."

Hei Shisan sighed sadly and explained:

"Oh, stop talking about it. Recently, the King of Hell has become obsessed with mermaids.

They asked us to dress up like this, saying we wanted to feel the ocean air..."

Shen Meng couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The scene was so funny that even the miserable-looking souls around couldn't help but chuckle.

When Hei Shisan saw Shen Meng smile, he couldn't hold back the sad expression on his face.

But soon, he coughed lightly and returned to his usual seriousness.

His aura suddenly changed, and his originally funny attire seemed to become solemn.

His deep voice echoed in the sword tomb: "Be quiet!"

The originally restless ghosts suddenly quieted down and looked at Hei Shisan in awe.

Although they have been trapped in the sword tomb for many years, they still know the rules of the underworld.

Although the man in front of me was dressed a little strangely, the pressure he exuded was real.

It is definitely not something that these lonely ghosts can mess with.

"Do you want to leave here?" Hei Shisan asked.

The ghosts were stunned for a moment, and then burst into a deafening response:

"miss you!"

They have been trapped here for too long and suffered so much.

Now that we finally see a glimmer of hope, how can we not be excited?

"Then line up, I'll drive the Yellow Springs Road!" Hei Shisan said loudly.

The ghosts immediately quieted down and lined up obediently.

The team was winding and there was no end in sight.

At first it was just the ghosts of the neighborhood, but as word spread,

More and more ghosts came from all directions and joined the team.

Li Chengze stood aside and watched all this quietly.

Although he couldn't see Hei Shisan and the ghost, he could feel the fluctuations of the surrounding spiritual energy and the warm light emanating from Shen Meng.

He knew that Shen Meng was doing the good deed of guiding souls again.

His eyes always followed Shen Meng's figure, full of pampering and love.

His dreams are always so kind and so dazzling.

About an hour later, the sword tomb became empty, and the last ghost also set foot on the road to the underworld.

Before leaving, Hei Shisan looked at Shen Meng with great interest.

Wow, No. 6666, after not seeing you for a while, your soul has become much more solid!

Shen Meng smiled embarrassedly, "I haven't practiced for a long time."

Hei Shisan said nothing and disappeared as a wisp of black smoke.

After Hei Shisan left, the Merit Jade Plate on Shen Meng's chest suddenly shone brightly.

The original merit points instantly increased by more than ten thousand!

There are only 30,000 merit points now.

In Li Chengze's eyes, the white light around Shen Meng became brighter.