Chapter 63

"Woo..."

After leaving the village, the night wind became even colder.

The ghost with a pair of red eyes seemed to notice something after floating for a while, and suddenly turned his head to look.

Luo Qingzhou also looked at it, but did not stop.

[Hey, why is this human also walking this way? Does he also know about the cave? Let me follow him and see.]

The ghost thought so, floated to the right, and made way.

This human has strong blood and qi, and it feels a burning sensation all over its body when it approaches.

It feels like being roasted on fire, very painful.

Luo Qingzhou pretended not to see it, continued to walk forward, and soon walked into the forest.

Then, he stopped and looked around deliberately, aimlessly.

The ghost followed behind, and when he saw this scene, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief: It turned out that he didn't find my cave, so he didn't care about him and stayed away from him.

Luo Qingzhou turned his head and looked back, and saw it floating towards the woods on the left, and immediately followed it.

According to the book, ghosts are mostly unconscious and have no intelligence, only various instincts.

Resentment, fierceness, fear, attack, evil, etc.

Once you become a ghost, you may only have these involuntary emotions for the rest of your life.

But this ghost obviously has its own intelligence and consciousness.

And it is actually practicing.

However, judging from the situation, the intelligence of this ghost is very low, as if it has just opened its intelligence.

Luo Qingzhou was very curious about what it had encountered.

The forest at night was pitch black.

The trees were dense and the bushes were lush.

The mountain wind blew on the body, which was particularly cold.

The ghost was swaying in front, not knowing whether it was thinking about something, or because its intelligence was just beginning and its perception was slow, it did not even notice the person behind it.

Luo Qingzhou followed it slowly, staring at it closely.

Once it stopped or looked back, he hid behind the tree, motionless, and merged with the whole tree.

The ghost's body may be able to pass through the tree, but the eyes may not be.

The ghost continued to float towards the depths of the forest.

Luo Qingzhou looked back at the gradually disappearing village, and felt a little worried.

But it should be okay.

The monster has not appeared here for several years.

It rarely appears in other places.

It is said that the black wood forest in the north of the city is where the monsters gather.

Every creature needs a suitable environment to survive.

There seems to be a special substance in the black wood forest, and the terrain there is complex, which is just suitable for monsters to survive.

For warriors, monsters are treasures all over.

So there are many warriors who hunt monsters.

Once a monster leaves the shelter of the black wood forest, it is estimated that it will be hunted by a warrior soon.

So gradually, few monsters come out of the black wood forest.

This small mountain village has been attacked by monsters several times. Except for a few old people who are still here, there are no living things, which is meaningless to monsters.

As for those ghosts, there is no need to worry.

Although Xiaodie is a woman with weak blood and qi, she is very young and in good health. Ordinary ghosts can't do anything to her.

At most, they can sneak up to her and blow the wind to make the little girl have a nightmare.

As Luo Qingzhou thought about it, he suddenly found that the ghost in front of him landed and got into a dense bush next to him.

He waited for a few minutes and walked over.

He pushed aside the bushes and saw that there was a deep cave hidden inside.

He hesitated for a moment and went in.

The cave was not narrow, and you could move forward by bending your body slightly.

After walking for more than ten minutes, a collapsed stone door suddenly appeared on the right, and the ground was full of broken stones.

Luo Qingzhou stood at the door and looked inside.

Inside was a spacious stone room with a high top of seven or eight meters, with a stone inlaid on it.

The stone was emitting a faint light, illuminating the stone room.

Looking at the depressions next to the stone, there should be other stones, but they seemed to have been broken away.

The stone room was in a mess.

In addition to the broken stones on the ground, there were also rotten bookshelves and broken cushions.

In the corner, there was a skeleton with broken hands and feet.

In the other corner, there were several wooden boxes.

The wooden boxes had been opened long ago, and there was nothing inside.

Luo Qingzhou walked into the stone room and looked carefully.

Obviously, someone had come here a long time ago and took away everything that was originally here.

The ghost was floating in the corner, looking at him in fear with a pair of red eyes.

[He... why is he here too? Did he come with me? Can he see me? ]

Luo Qingzhou retracted his gaze from it, and suddenly found a tattered book in the corner below it.

He walked over, pushed away the broken stones and dust on it, and picked up the book.

Looking carefully at the weak light, there were a few small words scribbled on the cover: "About Soul Refining".

Luo Qingzhou's mind moved. Soul refining? Soul leaving the body?

He quickly rummaged on the ground again, pushing away the rubble and messy things, searching everywhere.

However, it seemed that only this book was left in the entire stone chamber.

The ghost floated high in the sky, trembling.

Whenever Luo Qingzhou approached, it would float to another place to hide.

Luo Qingzhou held the tattered book, looked up at it, and thought secretly in his heart.

The skeleton in the corner might be a hermit who had practiced cultivation. He died here after his lifespan ran out, leaving behind many things.

This ghost accidentally broke into this place and got some opportunities, so he opened his spiritual wisdom and began to practice here.

Then someone else accidentally discovered this place and came in to take away all the things.

As for this book, maybe those people are just ordinary people who only care about treasures and don’t know this broken book at all.

Or maybe those people are also soul cultivators and have such books, so they don’t care at all.

Luo Qingzhou thought for a while, looking at the ghost. When he was about to speak, the ghost suddenly seemed to be frightened. With a "whoosh", it instantly sank into the wall behind it and disappeared.

Luo Qingzhou: "..."

He didn't dare to stay any longer, and immediately took the book and left the cave.

Leaving Xiaodie alone in the village, if the girl woke up and couldn't find him, she would probably be scared and cry.

He ran in the forest.

He was energetic and full of energy, and his speed was very fast.

Even though there were some sneaky ghosts hiding around, they were all scared and fled in panic.

Luo Qingzhou quickly returned to the courtyard.

When he entered the house, Xiaodie was still lying in the robe in the corner, sleeping soundly.

The explosion of his Thunder Fist before probably scared the nearby ghosts and made them flee.

Setting off firecrackers during the New Year, celebrations and funerals is said to be to drive away unclean things.

Now that I think about it, it makes some sense.

The ghosts are weak and guilty, and they only dare to appear quietly in the silent night. The firecrackers suddenly exploded, the crowd gathered, and the blood was vigorous. It is estimated that they were scared and fled far away.

Luo Qingzhou sat down in the corner, closed his eyes and calmed his mind, and then slowly opened the book in his hand.

At the same time.

Chengguo Mansion, on the Nine-Curved Corridor.

On both sides of the vermilion railings, in the shadows of the trees, stood two figures.

The eldest wife, Wang, still had a gloomy face, looking unfathomable.

The second housekeeper, Wang Cheng, lowered his head and reported with an unpleasant expression: "They are all dead, Wang Pu is also dead... Judging from the fatal injuries on their bodies, the other party is a warrior... I really didn't expect that the Qin family would take such a fancy to that boy and secretly sent guards to follow... The people guarding the way out of the city didn't see the boy come back, maybe he is still outside, or he may have gone through another city gate..."

The eldest wife's face still showed no ripples.

Wang Cheng said in panic: "Recently, a few poems of that boy have been circulated, and they all say... they all say they are good... The Qin family took such a fancy to him, obviously wanting to train him well, so that he can do well in the imperial examination next year..."

The eldest wife suddenly turned her head and looked at him, her eyes were sinister, like a poisonous snake in the dark night.

Wang Cheng trembled, closed his mouth, dared not say anything, and was sweating coldly.

The eldest lady stared at him grimly for a long time, then suddenly sighed and said slowly: "Go to Yin County, go in person and invite her back."

Wang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then his face changed slightly, and he trembled and said: "Ba... Ba witch?"

The eldest lady's face returned to silence, and she looked at the dark night ahead without any ripples. Her voice was calm, but it sounded a little sharp: "That bitch was killed by her evil magic. I want that little bastard to die like that bitch, so that they can reunite in the underworld!"

Wang Cheng's heart trembled, his back felt cold, and he bowed his head respectfully and said: "The servant will leave tomorrow. Madam, don't worry, this time, I will make sure that kid dies!"

At this time.

In another mansion in Mo City.

In a pavilion in a back garden, a snow-white figure sat, reading a book quietly in the moonlight.

A cold girl held a sword and stood by, motionless.

At this time, a pretty girl in a pink dress walked in from the round door, entered the pavilion, stood next to the snow-white figure, and whispered: "Miss, the son-in-law hasn't come back yet... Do you want to go..."

The pavilion was silent.

The evening breeze blew, the lotus leaves in the pond in front fluttered, the water rippled, and the crushed moonlight fell into the dark and deep eyes of the girl in the pavilion.

The snow-white figure still didn't speak, and slowly put down the book in her hand.

She sat there without moving, looking at the moonlight swaying in the pond, suddenly dazed, and lost in thought.

The pink-dressed girl relaxed her expression, raised her head, looked at the cold girl standing beside her, and suddenly smiled: "I just saw you come back, how many times have you gone out to see?"

"Huh."

The cold girl held the sword, turned her face away, and looked at the pond, ignoring her.

The pretty cheeks were still as cold as ice.

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