Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

Yang Xing woke up soon, the tomb passage was cold and damp, and he was still trembling slightly when he woke up.

Yan Yufeng had already checked left and right, and now he walked back and said, "There is also a problem with the tomb passage in front, so be careful."

Yang Xing got up, shook Luo Xing, sensed Luo Xing's energy and nodded: "Let's go."

This is a long tomb passage. There are several mottled murals on the walls on both sides, and some broken lamp holders are mounted on the walls.

The mural depicts the scenes of the ancestors of the Yan clan when they were exorcising demons and descending their spirits. In the picture, all members of the Yan clan were heroic and powerful, beating the spirit monsters under them and fleeing.

Yang Xing always felt uneasy while following Yan Yufeng, so he couldn't help but glance at the mural on the wall again, but this glance made him freeze instantly, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

The mural on the wall has changed its content!

The original Yan family disappeared, and turned into a row of spirit monsters standing at the moment. They all looked at the two people in the tomb passage, and their eyes seemed to have green light!

Yang Xing wanted to remind Yan Yufeng, but Yan Yufeng suddenly grabbed his hand and made a silent movement.

Yang Xing nodded silently, and walked forward next to Yan Yufeng, his steps were silent and fast.

Yan Yufeng walked faster and faster, even Yang Xing ran along with him.

A piece of earth and rock above suddenly loosened, Yan Yufeng's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he stopped Yang Xing who was still going forward.

But Yang Xing didn't stop him all of a sudden, half kneeling on the ground, but when he raised his eyes, he happened to meet a long-haired woman stretching out her hand to him in the mural. The woman's face was black and black, and she was looking at him with resentment at this moment!

He whispered: "Ah!"

As soon as Yang Xing's voice came out, Yan Yufeng said inwardly that he was not good, and the long whip shot out instantly, breaking away a ghost hand that was about to touch Yang Xing.

"Hit!" Yan Yufeng's sound brought Yang Xing back to his senses immediately, and the blue light of Luo Xing instantly illuminated the entire tomb passage, but it also illuminated countless ghosts on the wall who were reaching out to pull them into the wall.

It was the first time for Yang Xing to see so many scary-looking spirit monsters, he was inevitably flustered, and his fights were chaotic, and he even accidentally attacked Yan Yufeng a few times.

Yan Yufeng was already very tired from dealing with a bunch of spirit monsters, and he was about to be hit by Sikong Yangxing unexpectedly, he was a little annoyed: "What are you doing!"

"Kill monsters!!"

Yan Yufeng gritted his teeth: "Can you see who you are before hitting!"

"I don't have a partner!"

"..." Yan Yufeng, who had always been well-trained, was forced to curse in a low voice.

Perhaps the excessive tension aroused Yang Xing's fighting spirit, only to see the light of Luo Xing suddenly soared, driving back countless spirit monsters in an instant.

Seeing the opportunity, Yan Yufeng pulled Yang Xing towards the end: "Go!"

At the moment when the two were about to pass through the tomb passage, a ghost hand in the corner came out at an extremely fast speed, and instantly grabbed Yang Xing's right foot.

Unprepared, he fell to the ground suddenly, and Luo Xing was thrown aside. After flashing a few times unwillingly, he fell silent and returned to the ring.

The ghost's hand moved extremely fast, almost instantly, Yang Xing was pulled to the wall.

Yan Yufeng turned around quickly, wrapped his whip around the ghost hand, and grabbed Yang Xing's arm with the other hand, pulling him out vigorously.

Yang Xing was a little confused about the fall, but at this moment he came back to his senses, and his left foot, which was not caught, stomped fiercely on the ghostly hand next to his foot a few times.

Suffering from the pain in his hand, the ghost let go of Yang Xing's ankle in an instant.

With his left hand, Yan Yufeng pulled Yang Xing out of the tomb passage, but the ghost hand was still holding on to the long whip, and seemed to want to crawl over along the whip.

He gritted his teeth and let go of the whip, squeezed the formula with both hands, and slapped the whip heavily: "Back!"

A red light flashed, and the ghost hand retracted into the wall in an instant, and was pulled away with his whip.

The two rushed forward quickly, and didn't stop until they confirmed that they had passed the tomb passage and ran to the corner.

Yan Yufeng's face was livid, and the culprit was still panting, as if he hadn't calmed down yet.

He turned around and roared, "Sikong Yangxing! Did you do it on purpose!"

Yang Xing was somewhat frightened by the previous fight, and now he looked up at him while panting, and was afraid that it would cause commotion among the spirit monsters again, so he yelled in a low voice:

"Do you think I want to come?!"

Yan Yufeng took a few breaths violently, trying to calm down his emotions, glared at him, walked to the side, and sat down against the wall.

This is a small space, surrounded by walls on three sides, and the only way leads to the horrible tomb passage just now.

When Yang Xing calmed down, he saw half of Yan Yufeng's side face hidden in the darkness, still showing the indifference of strangers, and a faint trace of tiredness.

Thinking back to Yan Yufeng helping him all the way, he immediately regretted that his attitude just now was really wrong, and if it wasn't for him, Yan Yufeng wouldn't even lose his weapon.

For a spiritual master, weapons are very important. Losing a weapon is equivalent to losing half of the combat power.

Thinking of this, Yang Xing slowly moved towards Yan Yufeng, coughed twice, and then said, "That..."

Yan Yufeng didn't even look at him, but just looked down at the ground.

"……sorry."

Yang Xing's voice was very low, but Yan Yufeng still heard it.

He raised his eyes slowly, looked at Yang Xing, his expression was unclear, and then lowered his head again.

Seeing that he was ignoring her, Yang Xing was silent for a while, and asked again: "...Where are we going now?"

Yan Yufeng was quiet for a long time, until Yang Xing felt that he would not pay attention to him, only then did he hear Yan Yufeng's deep voice: "Wait."

"Wait?"

"Wait for them to come."

Yang Xing looked back at the mural that had transformed back behind him: "They also want to come from here? It's too dangerous."

Yan Yufeng shook his head lightly: "It's not a road."

When he asked again, Yan Yufeng didn't answer.

Yang Xing simply sat down, but felt that it was too dark around him, so he moved to where Yan Yufeng was sitting.

Yan Yufeng leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes, as if he was resting.

Yang Xing turned his head slightly, glanced at Yan Yufeng, and remembered the setting for him in the book.

Yan Yufeng was the second child in the family, born on the same day and at the same hour as his elder brother Yan Ziji, but because of his seniority, he was directly ranked as the second child.

Since he was a child, he has not received much attention. The elder brother Yan Ziji is excellent and respectful, and everyone in the family praises him. He is the best candidate for the future head of the Yan clan.

Yan Yufeng has lost his mother since he was born, and the patriarch Yan is busy with his affairs, so he rarely pays attention to this taciturn second son, so the people in the clan also start to bully him, always sending him to do some chores and troublesome things .

Ziji's mother, Cheng Yuexing, also hated this second son very much, maybe because he thought he was not promising and never liked him.

What Yang Xing didn't know was that Cheng Yuexing couldn't wait to see Yan Yufeng precisely because Yan Yufeng was too strong. Even if no one taught him martial arts since he was a child, he could still swing a willow branch by himself, and often a willow branch could hit him. The children of the same age did not dare to bully him anymore. When he was eight years old, the patriarch saw that his second son liked willow branches, so he bought a black whip at the market and gave it to him, which became his weapon. Haven't left for more than ten years.

What surprised Cheng Yuexing even more was that no matter how difficult or dangerous the task assigned to Yan Yufeng, he could always finish it quickly, no matter how serious the injury was, he would heal almost without a trace, which surprised Cheng Yuexing again. Afraid, every time he looks at him, there is a bit of wariness in his eyes.

This time when the accident happened in Yan's cemetery, Cheng Yuexing deliberately kept some details and stopped Yan Ziji, in fact, he wanted him to die in the tomb.

It is impossible for Yan Yufeng not to know about this thought, but he still silently accepted this burden and led everyone to the tomb.

No one knew what Yan Yufeng thought about Yan Jia.

Yang Xing closed his eyes and rested for a while, and suddenly realized that he had arranged Yan Yufeng's life experience in a very unfriendly manner, so he asked a question on the sidelines:

"Yan Yufeng, do you believe that there is a god in this world?"

Yan Yufeng closed his eyes and ignored him.

Yang Xing continued on his own: "That's the kind that can control all your destiny, and your words and deeds are arranged by God."

Yan Yufeng suddenly said, "You mean the puppet?"

Yang Xing was startled, and immediately understood what Yan Yufeng was referring to, so he nodded, only to realize that Yan Yufeng still hadn't opened his eyes, so he let out a "hmm".

"It's as if someone is manipulating you like a puppet."

"If one day, this god appeared in front of you, what would you do?"

When Yang Xing asked the question, he already had the answer in his heart. If it was him, he would probably scold the god severely, and then ask him to arrange a better fate for himself.

Yan Yufeng was quiet for a long time, then suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of eyes as cold as frost and snow stared straight at Yang Xing:

"I will kill him."

……

This unexpected answer made Yang Xing froze for a few seconds before slowly saying: "...why?"

Yan Yufeng lowered his eyes: "No reason."

Yang Xing squeezed his palm lightly, feeling a bit cold behind him.

Fortunately, Yan Yufeng didn't know, and he didn't have the chance to know that he was the creator of this world. After thinking about it, he should never tell him...

There was a faint vibration from the tomb passage, and Yan Yufeng stood up: "They are here."

Looking up at the star and looking at the way when he came, waiting for Rourou's figure to appear.