Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

After the two hurriedly greeted the patriarch, they began to walk south, wanting to hurry to Yinyue Shu.

Since that night, Bai Yesheng hasn't sent any more messages. I don't know if he gave up contacting him or something happened, but according to Yan Yufeng's speculation, the former is more likely. With Cheng Lijun, the combined strength of the two of them should be no match for the man in black.

But everything should not be taken lightly, the two accelerated all the way, and it was not until two days later that they stopped for the first time to rectify.

This is a small town, there is only one inn in the town, and there are very few rooms. When the two arrived, only the innermost room on the second floor was left. The day continued on its way.

The strange thing is that Yang Xing has been feeling very uncomfortable since entering the town, and this feeling lasted until Yan Yufeng set two spells in the room, which relieved a little.

He looked at the spell in the room, the characters on it were strong and powerful, and there was a calmness in each character, just like the character of the owner of the spell.

Yang Xing asked: "Is there a ghost here?"

Yan Yufeng nodded: "A lot."

Yang Xing suddenly felt a little puzzled: "Where is the jurisdiction of this place?"

In the entire country, different jurisdictions are divided according to different ghost families, and members of the family are guarding each area. It stands to reason that such a strong ghostly atmosphere should not exist.

Yan Yufeng thought for a while and said, "This place belongs to Cheng's jurisdiction."

Cheng?Yang Xing glanced at Yan Yufeng, and thought of a person he hadn't seen for a long time: Cheng Yuexing, the head of the Yan family.

Seeing his expression, Yan Yufeng understood what he meant, and said, "She doesn't belong to the Cheng family now, and she hardly mentions the Cheng family, so... I don't know the current situation of the Cheng family either."

"But even Cheng Liyun has gone to Yinzhuo, the Cheng family should have noticed something."

Yang Xing was thoughtful, and took a long time to speak: "I can't control that much now, I will continue to leave tomorrow, and I will notify the Cheng family after the matter is resolved. Although this ghost is serious, it will have little effect for a while."

Yan Yufeng said: "I think so too, it's late, let's rest first."

The two lay down with their clothes on. Concerned about the events of the previous few days, Yang Xing squeezed into the bed as hard as possible, leaving a big gap for Yan Yufeng.

Yan Yufeng watched him trying to stay away from him, his eyes darkened, he didn't say anything, and closed his eyes quietly.

……

At night, the wind in the small town suddenly became bitter, with a few cries faintly mixed in the wind. A drunk man was walking unsteadily on the side of the street. The moonlight stretched his shadow extremely long. With a jug of wine.

"Hic!" The drunk burped, and wanted to continue walking home, but suddenly found that he couldn't lift his legs.

Is it because I drank too much?He glanced at the ground in a daze, and found that there was a child suddenly on the flat ground, hugging his calf and crying with his head down.

The drunk man suddenly became impatient: "Where is the child, roll away!" As he said, he kicked the child hard.

However, he didn't kick it away, the child seemed to be growing on his leg, even if he kicked it around, he couldn't get rid of it for a long time.

The drunk man felt that something was wrong, so he woke up a little bit, and then squinted his eyes to take a closer look, only to find that the leg was not a child, but a white linen cloth, which was still stained with blood.

"Bah! It's fucking unlucky!" The drunk man tore off the white cloth and accelerated towards the house.

As he was walking, he felt a chill down his spine, the drunk stopped in fear and looked behind him—there was nothing there, only the sound of the wind was still shrill, blowing towards him with a piercing coolness.

Today is really crazy...

He wanted to lift his feet and walk forward, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, and suddenly turned his head to look behind him. The drunk man's face instantly turned pale: there was a child lying on his back. The child had long arms and legs, but his body was only that of an adult. His forearms were long and short, his eyes were dark, and he was looking at him with a smile. In his split mouth were two rows of densely packed red tines.

"Hee hee hee..." The child's laughter made the scalp tingle, a pair of small hands wrapped around the drunk man's neck several times, and slowly tightened...

"Uh...uh..." The drunk man couldn't make a sound, looked at the child in horror, suffocated a little bit, and finally lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

The child used all fours and crawled up to his ear, opening his mouth wide to bite down.

A spell suddenly flew towards the drunk and stuck to his face. The child stopped moving, turned his head suddenly, screamed angrily, and disappeared into the street in an instant.

……

"Still breathing." Yan Yufeng checked the drunk man's breathing, and lifted him up with one hand, "It's dangerous here, take him to a place with people first."

Yang Xing's face turned pale, and he followed Yan Yufeng without saying a word.

He couldn't sleep just now, and he always felt that he heard someone crying. When he opened his eyes, he found that Yan Yufeng had stood up and was looking out the window.

It was the second time for Yang Xing to see spirit monsters at such a close distance. The last time he was in Yan's ancient tomb, he was so preoccupied with fear that he didn't see the appearance of those spirit monsters clearly. At this moment, the strange and distorted figure of that child really brought him Quite a shock.

After Yan Yufeng settled the drunk man, he discovered Yang Xing's abnormality, went back to the inn, poured Yang Xing a glass of water, and asked, "Are you scared?"

Yang Xing came back to his senses, shook his head, and forced a smile: "Fortunately..."

Yan Yufeng sat down and said, "Don't force yourself, I was also very scared when I saw the spirit monster for the first time."

Yang Xing was startled, Yan Yufeng is such a powerful person, sometimes he is afraid?

Yan Yufeng seemed to understand his expression, and smiled slightly: "I was only 12 years old at that time."

Yang Xing's eyes suddenly widened: "12 years old? You... go at 12 years old..."

Yan Yufeng nodded: "Children of the Yan family have to learn how to descend from a young age, no matter how old they are."

It's just that he was younger than others when he came into contact with spirit monsters because he was not popular. More and more, I gradually got used to it.

Yang Xing fell silent, but he had another thought in his heart. Although Yan Yufeng didn't say anything, he could imagine the scene: a child who was only 12 years old had to face a spirit monster that might be ten times more terrifying and powerful than today's spirit monster. What kind of mood should that be.

This setting...is it also added by yourself?

Although he tried his best to deny it in his heart, he also understood that in order to achieve such a powerful strength, he had to live a little harder than ordinary people. Although he didn't write it specifically, but added to the specific setting, Yan Yufeng's road is so difficult Go, so full of hardship and despair.

This kind of road...does he like it?

still is……

Noticing that the young man was staring at him almost absent-mindedly, Yan Yufeng felt a little turmoil in his heart, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

Yang Xing looked away and asked in a low voice: "Yan Yufeng, I want to ask you a question, can you tell me the truth?"

Yan Yufeng's face suddenly changed, he remembered the last time he heard this sentence, the young man took out a dagger the next moment...

But that was in an illusion, the young man in front of him was real and warm, a dagger was impossible, but I don’t know what the problem is, if it’s still the same problem...

Yan Yufeng thought, probably, he would still answer that way.

……

"If you were given a chance to do it all over again, without having to be a family member, without having to go through these things, just be an ordinary person, and live your life in peace and stability, would you like it?"

"..."

The unexpected question stunned Yan Yufeng for a moment, but he quickly came back to his senses and replied decisively, "I don't want to."

Yang Xing was startled: "Why?"

Yan Yufeng's eyes lingered on Yang Xing for a few times before turning his head to look out the window, and said in a low voice, "Because there are people who want to meet and protect."

Yang Xing looked at Yan Yufeng's gaze, and suddenly had some strange thoughts in his heart: the person he was talking about, couldn't be himself?

But soon Yang Xing denied this idea. How could he make Yan Yufeng think so? Let's wake up.

"That's it..." Yang Xing nodded, "But don't you think it's too hard, after all... eh!"

Yan Yufeng suddenly covered Yang Xing's mouth and made a silent movement.

Yang Xing's attention was pulled back in an instant, and he raised his eyes to look out of the window that Yan Yufeng had been watching just now, and was suddenly shocked:

On the window sill, there is a small black handprint.

"I'm chasing you." Yan Yufeng said, "It seems that I just interrupted it, making it very unhappy."

Yang Xing quietly called out Luo Xing and asked, "Where is it?"

Yan Yufeng: "I'm not sure yet, there is a spell in the room, it can't get in...too bad!"

Yang Xing almost thought of what Yan Yufeng was worried about at the same time: this is the inn, if that thing chases after him, everyone in the inn will be its target!

The two jumped up and quickly ran out the door.

As soon as he went out, Yang Xing found that the atmosphere of the inn had changed. The original snoring sound disappeared, and the whole inn became dark and dark, and the corridor was so dark that no light could penetrate. Every door was closed tightly. That thing dormant in the darkness is watching them from an unknown corner.

Yang Xing frowned: "I haven't alarmed others yet, but I feel... very bad."

Yan Yufeng looked around: "There is more than one."

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the hand on his waist all the time, and as a whip shadow flashed, a small figure screamed and floated in the air.

It was like a switch, and in an instant, countless black shadows rushed towards them!