It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Feeling something, Fu Zhenxuan turned around abruptly, only to see the ghost surrounded by black energy standing behind him, the female ghost and the little ghost stood beside him with their heads bowed.

The whole body of this ghost is surrounded by black air, with an evil aura.His face was covered with black scabs, and two empty eyes looked at him.

Fu Zhenxuan's pupils shrank slightly, and the aura of the ghost in front of him was the same as the aura of the original ghost servant contract.He said softly:

"Ghost King."

The ghost raised its arms slowly.

The front half of his arm is thick and the back half is thin, but the palm is large, the nails are long and sharp, and the entire upper limb seems to be turned inside out and twisted.The black air was flipping around him, and suddenly a strong resentment and hatred emanated from him, heading straight towards Fu Yihua and Fu Zhenxuan.

The two were shocked and quickly drew symbols to block them.The golden light and the black mist collided and mixed together, and were swallowed up by the latter in a short while.

The two quickly backed away, and only managed to stabilize their bodies when they were forced to be ten meters away.

Fu Yihua was shocked and said, "Is this the king of ghosts cultivated by our ancestors?"

Fu Zhenxuan looked at the ghost king over there who was covered in black air, his eyes were shining brightly, with a hint of greed:

"I must get him."

Fu Yihua frowned and looked at Fu Zhenxuan, "Don't underestimate him."

"Of course not."

"You wouldn't..." Fu Yihua was shocked, "You want to use that...?!"

Fu Zhenxuan snorted coldly, made seals with both hands, and said to Fu Yihua:

"Second Elder, help me cover."

He had already started making talismans, Fu Yihua couldn't say anything more, so he could only stand in front of Fu Zhenxuan for the time being.

And looking up, they found that the villagers who had been ignored by them since the appearance of the ghost king, unexpectedly arranged in a strange formation again at some point.The center is the ghost king.

There were dim yellow lights flickering one high and one low, but Fu Yihua looked closely, but was shocked to find that it was not the candle from before, but the shoulder fire of these villagers!

Those skinny villagers seemed to be just empty shells, doing these mechanical movements numbly, their shoulders dangling from their original shapes, without any anger.But in his demeanor, he could actually see the piety towards the ghost king from it.

At this time, Fu Zhenxuan yelled loudly behind him:

"Step aside!"

Fu Yihua dodged aside quickly, and saw a dragon made of lightning-like spiritual power jump straight out of Fu Zhenxuan's hand, roaring towards the ghost king!This blow carried the power of thunder, which had already used Fu Zhenxuan's original strength, and consumed at least three years of his lifespan. After the blow, he had no more strength, so he sat down and meditated to rest.

He believed that his blow would be able to finish off that ghost king.

But in fact, the dragon shape broke through the air and quickly approached the ghost king.The black air around him seemed to be boiled and evaporated, turning into black smoke and filling the air.And the dragon shape is about to engulf the ghost king and devour the yin energy on his body.

Just when Fu Yihua and Fu Zhenxuan thought that this blow was sure to win, the black air that seemed to be powerlessly floating into the air suddenly took shape, condensing into countless black sharp claws in the air, tightly entwining the dragon shape, Then the black color spread until it covered the entire dragon shape.

The thunder on Long Xing's body flickered a few times unwillingly, and then completely extinguished.

Seeing all this, Fu Yihua's pupils shrank slightly.

He shouted stiffly:

"Great Elder...failed, run away—"

Fu Zhenxuan, who closed his eyes and regained his spiritual power, frowned, opened his eyes impatiently, and before he could speak, he saw sharp black claws roaring towards him:

"What's this--?!"

The sharp black claws came straight into the line of sight of the two of them. Fu Yihua and Fu Zhenxuan were stunned for a while, and then they realized that the village was no longer the same as before.

It was pitch black here, and thick ink billowed in the distance.

The sides of the arc are flipping, making it dizzying to watch.Fu Yihua put his whole body on guard, standing in front of Fu Zhenxuan, who was now powerless.

But at this time, a sudden burst of noisy voices came from all corners of this space, and the specific content could not be heard clearly, but the voice seemed to be like thousands of insects crawling, rustling, and filling the entire eardrum .

Outside, just before Feng Quan and Yin Cong came to the ancestral hall, they looked at the black lines like spider silk all over the sky, and the overwhelming yin energy like the veins of this world, and said awkwardly:

"It seems...it's not the right time?"

After chatting with a group of children for a long time, when Lan Xiang felt anxious about this unknown space and proposed to go out, the expressions of the children who seemed to be as innocent as ordinary children suddenly changed.

"You can't go!!" His voice was sharp, and he looked at Lan Xiang with resentment, "You all can't go!!"

Lan Xiang was taken aback, and said in a low voice, "Why...why?"

He raised his eyes, only to see the child's expression was ferocious, and there were black lines on his face that climbed from his neck to his forehead.Lan Xiang was a little apprehensive, but he had seen enough in this weird village these days, so he wasn't terribly afraid of it.

Ai Ai, Lan Xiangqi Qi said: "We...we didn't come here voluntarily, we were arrested, so... we must leave."

The child looked at Lan Xiang in a dark tone for a few seconds, and Liang Xingcheng behind him touched Lan Xiang with his shoulder worriedly.Fortunately, the child did not move, but turned to look at Yu Guanghan with a gloomy face, and said:

"You can go, he wants to stay."

Lan Xiang said, "Why?"

The child turned his head mechanically, facing Lan Xiang's direction, but he didn't seem to be looking at him.

"No one from Yugu Village can leave."

Lan Xiang felt sorry for the village after listening to what the children told him about decades ago, but he grew up in the city, so he couldn't actually empathize with it.He said incredulously:

"But as you said, all the young people here have disappeared many years ago. Why is it still worse than Mr.?"

The child's eyes were really vicious this time, the entire eye sockets turned red, there was no light in the pupils, and it looked lifeless.

He just repeated: "Can't go, not one of them!"

Lan Xiang frowned and looked at Yu Guanghan.But Yu Guanghan said, "Okay, I won't go."

Lan Xiang thought about it for a while, and felt that Mr. Yu should just delay the attack. He said this in order not to anger these little devils. He felt that he was also impulsive just now. The little devil was enraged, and he had no ability to stop it. By then, the group of them would be finished.

But Guan Ying could tell that what Yu Guanghan said just now was not perfunctory.He opened his mouth to persuade him, but seeing this group of children, he had no choice but to shut his mouth.

The child was dubious: "Really?"

Yu Guanghan said, "Really."

So these children returned to their childish and harmless appearance before, and gathered around Guanghan to chat with him.

The kid in his 50s said:

"Da Zhuang Zhuang, how is it outside?"

Yu Guanghan looked at the child sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of him, "It's fine outside."

"How are you out there?"

"I'm fine outside, too."

The child frowned, "But, after they went out, they met other uncles and said that you are not doing well. It's not like a village outside, and there is no shortage of carpenters outside."

Yu Guanghan said patiently: "Yes, there is no shortage of carpenters outside."

"So big and strong, you can't earn money? If you can't earn money, you can't have enough food, and you can't eat well and live well."

Yu Guanghan seemed to be thinking about it, and then said: "Yes, there is no shortage of carpenters outside. When I just left, I couldn't find a job, and I couldn't get good food."

The child said, "Then why don't you come back?"

"Why..." Yu Guanghan said quietly, "I don't know either."

"Then do you still think it's okay outside?"

The outside is actually not nice at all.

When Yu Guanghan was a child, he worked as a carpenter with his grandfather.In fact, before the founding of the People's Republic of China, his grandfather was a famous master of carving skills. In the past, the well-known and rich gentry at the bottom of the mountain liked to climb up the mausoleum mountain with difficulty, just to ask his grandfather for a wooden piece to put on the table, and even keep it as a treasure.

Yu Guanghan also likes to carve.

Looking at an ordinary piece of wood, I removed the body in my own hands, slowly revealing the universe inside.Gradually enriched with flesh and blood, it became a piece of life.Blessed with brilliance by his hands, created, born out of the ordinary.

Like it, and love it, be loyal to it.

With endless hope for the future, he longed for a world as dazzling as the world in the wood.The outer periphery is too vast, like all young people, he does not want to be trapped here, but wants to fly high.

When he was still in Gucun, whenever he held a carving knife, Grandpa would ask him:

"Have you thought about it? Just do this job?"

He said, "That's it."

"You have touched wood for more than ten years, and you should be tired of it."

"I put all my heart into it, and it's impossible to get tired of it."

"You have to think about it."

"Think about it, it won't change."

On the first day he went out, he saw the blue sky outside, and Yu Guanghan regretted it.

It's just too big outside.The people around me came and went in such a hurry.He couldn't stop his eyes, couldn't sit down with peace of mind.

They crash, get money, exchange goods.It's a completely different track than he's been on before, loud and boisterous.

He couldn't stop, couldn't hold the knife.

Until a few years later, he found that he was homesick.

It seems that standing on the street with people coming and going, you can wash your whole body several times and become old and tired.When he saw many exquisite wooden ornaments outside mechanically flashing cold light, no one was holding a carving knife but using smart appliances to grind.Those exquisite inanimate objects were lying on the transmission track of the assembly line. He found a place in the hustle and bustle of the city, sat down quietly, and still only picked up the carving knife.

Such a plain, steel knife that has been used for many years, wrapped in black cloth.