Watch Out! Danger Ahead

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"I, we are just ordinary people, how can we save it?" The man who had previously angrily accused Song Qing of being deterred by Song Changqing's aura inevitably took a half step back:

"You have the ability and are cultivators. Shouldn't you save the world and save people?"

"Shit!"

When Song Changqing heard this, he shouted angrily:

"What is your relationship with us? After paying a few taels, why should you save you?"

He clenched his fists and made a clucking sound, and his seemingly honest face was flushed with anger at this time:

"What's more, how many times have you rescued since my junior sister got on the ship, have you been grateful?"

When the man saw his fierce appearance, he couldn't help but feel shocked and backed away again:

"What you said is unreasonable..."

"Why is he not reasonable?"

For a long time, the veteran Taoist who had been extremely tolerant of these people saw him accusing his two apprentices and finally got angry:

"What's wrong?"

He had a sullen face, like a cow guarding a calf, and Song Changqing left and the other blocked Song Qingxiao behind him.

The old Taoist priest is not angry if he is not angry, and his face is even more scary than Song Changqing.

The man was a little embarrassed, but reluctantly said:

"You had to coax us into Shenzhuang at that time, and refused to turn around. You said that you would protect us well..."

Having said that, he turned his head and glanced at the people around him:

"Since there is something to say first, shouldn't it be necessary to protect us later? Why do you want to talk about this matter now?"

The others remained silent, but a few had their eyes flickering, apparently agreeing with him.

"Pooh!"

Song Changqing made a heavy "Bah": "It's really shameless."

He pointed to the man and said:

"Under the circumstances, where can you go without getting on the boat? The boat is controlled by ghosts. Can you go back?"

He talked more and more angry, and his voice was louder than before:

"My master is a good person, so he promises to save your lives as much as possible, but Shen Zhuang's situation is worse than we expected. Can you blame us?"

Song Changqing looked at the man and took a step forward:

"My master was even injured, but what about you? If it weren't for my master and little junior sister, would you still have a chance to be noisy here now?"

A bunch of people were frightened by his aura, and it was hard to speak anymore.

The man who had spoken at first heard this, blushing, looking at the old Taoist man who was holding his chest, his lips moved, and he couldn't speak.

"Okay, okay, everyone, stop arguing."

At this time, someone finally came forward to make a round:

"We are just afraid..."

"Can you talk nonsense if you are afraid? Who is not afraid when you enter here?"

Song Changqing said angrily, the people who made the round didn't dare to say anything.

Song Qingxiao stood behind the two of them, listening to the old Taoist priest and Song Changqing arguing with others for her, they couldn't tell what they were feeling.

She has become accustomed to fighting alone, and she doesn't care about the misunderstandings and fears of others, and she has even been used to accepting it a long time ago.

But when she was being defended by others at this time, this strange feeling filled her heart's original lack of it as if it had been filled up.

"let's go."

Song Changqing said this group of people were speechless, and then turned around:

"As for you, if you want to follow, just follow. If you don't want to follow, just think of a solution by yourself.

After he finished speaking, he gave Song Qing a small hand:

"Little Junior Sister, ignore them."

Song Qingxiao was dragged forward by him for two steps, his eyes gradually became warmer, and he nodded.

Before speaking, Aunt Wu, who was sitting on the ground heartbroken, didn't know where to give her strength, so she stood up:

"I'll go with you!"

Her eyes were red, and she was guilty and blamed for the death of her daughter, and instantly seemed to be much older:

"My daughter died at the hands of these ghosts, I just don't want this life, and I have to find the way for this female ghost..."

Others nodded eagerly, indicating that they would follow Song Qingxiao all the way.

The man who spoke at the beginning lowered his head, and although he did not speak, he shrank into the crowd.

There are corpses everywhere here, and at this point, it is naturally impossible for everyone to be separated from the Taoist priests.

The veteran Taoist looked at the expressions of everyone, then looked at Song Qingxiao, and finally sighed silently.

After a short episode, Song Qingxiao reached out and pushed the black door open.

In the sound of'creaking', a yin air poured out from inside, and she let out her spiritual consciousness:

"The corpse here is not very strong."

Everyone was relieved and filed in.

The last few people who came in joined forces to push the door closed, and it closed with a ‘bang’.

Several wooden sticks, stone basins and other objects were placed on both sides of the gate, and everyone took things to hold the gate.

"I sealed a trace of sword aura and flame on the door with ice."

These methods have a certain deterrent effect on the ghost corpse, but I am afraid that it will not be long.

"So we have to take advantage of the time when the corpse comes in, and find the secret pavilion of the collection."

When everyone heard her say this, they nodded their heads.

For the sake of safety, the old Taoist also took out two talisman papers and sealed them on the left and right sides of the door respectively.

"Look to the left first!"

Aunt Wu mentioned that Shenzhuang's household registration management office is on the left.

Young General Song Qing raised his hand, and saw that the seven Big Dipper above immediately turned into seven copper coins. The ‘swish’ closed and turned into a copper coin sword and fell in her palm.

After the copper coin sword was collected, the remaining corpses outside immediately began to rush in the direction of the black gate.

Everyone dared not delay, and rushed straight to the household registration management office on the left behind Song Qingxiao.

Although Shenzhuang’s City Lord’s Mansion is large, the layout is not very complicated.

Song Qingxiao didn't go long, and soon found the household registration management office.

After clearing the two ghost corpses that came out from the corner of the corridor, Song Qingxiao kicked the half-covered door open.

The door of the house "banged" down to the ground, and a lot of dust was flying up, and a smell of mold and rot sprayed out of the house.

The purple flame light illuminates the house, and the pattern of the house is reflected in the eyes of everyone.

The main hall is huge, more than a hundred square meters.

The house is more than four meters high, and several pieces of cloth that seem to have been torn apart by people have become brittle and rotten under the influence of the yin, and they hang down from the high roof beams.

There are side doors on the left and right sides, tables and chairs for official affairs are placed in the middle, and documents and books and other objects are placed all around.

After the incident in Shenzhuang, the people here seemed to work unintentionally. Some reference books were all over the floor. Look carefully at the ground and there are still some dried blood stains.

On the shelves where the documents are placed, according to different ages and directions, each population born in Shenzhuang is recorded in it.

Song Qing glanced over, and after searching for it:

"No danger."

Everyone's tense heartstrings loosened slightly, and the old Taoist said:

"We split up."

He and Song Changqing each led a few people and got in through the left and right arches of the main house.

The remaining few people stayed in the main hall and walked in the direction of the bookcase.

In the sound of ‘shasha’ flipping through the book, the roar of corpses came from the door of the inner court, and the sound of ‘呯呯’ hitting the wall door.

These voices approached, making everyone tremble, and their bodies were shaking when they were looking for books, and they felt the urgency of time more and more.

"National 48 years..."

"31 years..."

Everyone walked around and kept reporting their numbers.

Song Qingxiao walked to the side of the table and kicked the papers piled up on the ground. The books were opened, which recorded the birth records of Shen Zhuang characters.

"Not here."

Someone took the wooden ladder and climbed to the top of the bookcase. After dusting off the dust on the age label affixed on it, he took a look, then picked up a few recorded documents, and couldn't help shaking his head:

"This is 112 years for the nation, which is the record two years ago."

The people rumbling around also shook their heads, saying no.

The old Taoist priests, Song Changqing and others on both sides of the house heard the movement and immediately replied:

"The earliest record of the nation for 17 years..."

Shenzhuang was slaughtered for less than ten years, and the post-Jin regime was shattered, and then after a brief period of chaos, the great warlord established the National Government.

In the 15th year of the Nationalist government, Shenzhuang had the first group of people who dared to settle in.

This group of the most advanced people cleaned up and buried Shen Zhuang's corpse that year. It took more than a year before Shen Zhuang was taken out.

In the 17th year of the nation, Shenzhuang was barely rehabilitated. Because of the prosperity of the sericulture industry, people began to settle in.

It was also that year, everyone elected the city lord, the steward, and others, and they had the first year's household registration records.

‘Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhh’

In the crash and roar of the corpse, the sound seemed to be getting closer and closer.

The sword energy sealed in the door can only calm the corpse group for a short time, but listening to the movement of the corpse group, this ice layer may not be able to stop them for long.

The cracking sound of the ice layer was endless. The old Taoist priest and Song Changqing came out from both sides of the room, their faces were extremely solemn, and they shook their heads:

"No."

The earliest record here is from the beginning of Shenzhuang’s rebuilding, and the documents have been kept in perfect condition for decades, but there is a long way to go before the record three hundred years ago.

"Go elsewhere."

Although Song Qingxiao was disappointed in her heart, she was not discouraged and took the lead to go out.

Everyone listened to the sound outside the door with trepidation, and trot all the way behind Song Qingxiao. After searching all the houses on the left, they did not find any secret pavilion.

Everyone ran to the right again, searching one by one.

There are some tax records in Shenzhuang on the right. Everyone searched all the way to the innermost area, hoping to fail little by little.

The layout of the innermost area is similar to that of the household registration office, with many documents.

Everyone entered the room, and the old Taoist priest picked up a book on the ground and flipped through it for a while, and said:

"These are some case records."

Others also grabbed some scrolls on the shelf, opened them and looked at them. They remembered some files and case files that happened in Shenzhuang, and they all nodded:

"It's all recorded cases."

For nearly a hundred years, these case files have been piled up all over the house.

Everyone's heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant, and the sound of impact outside became louder. As soon as the ice layer broke, the sword aura leaked. From the sound, the power was much smaller than it was at the beginning.

"Could it be that there is no such thing as a treasure secret pavilion at all?"

Everyone ran around the inner courtyard and searched every public house, but they did not find a case file more than a hundred years ago.

Someone looked at Aunt Wu and tentatively said:

"Master Shen has been dead for many years. Did he remember it wrong?"

"I do not know…"

Aunt Wu, who was so sad that she couldn't even speak, didn't know what to say at this time, but she kept shaking her head.

Everyone fell into despair, and the old Taoist priests were helpless.

At this moment, Song Qing's little spiritual sense seemed to sense something and raised her head.

I saw above the beams of the house, among the hanging pieces of silk, a few silk silks hanging down automatically without wind.

After shaking for a few times, as if he noticed her gaze, he stretched it ‘swish’ and wrapped it around the neck of a person standing below.

He hung it up at a speed that was too fast to cover his ears.

The man didn't expect the crisis to come at all, and he didn't even have time to panic, and his legs were already in the air.

Song Qing's little finger pointed at Zi Yan, and a bit of flame was quickly bounced to the black line, which was cut off with a'chick'.

"what…"

A sharp scream came from the fire, and a ghost with a curly hair in a long skirt with wide sleeves flashed in the flames, but was engulfed by the flames.

The ghost turned into black air and dispersed, the silk thread broke, and the man hanging in the air fell to the ground with a ‘bang’. Only then did he start coughing crazily.

"Yes, there are ghosts..."

The other black lines on the beam couldn't help but sway, and there was a gust of wind, but it seemed to be a taboo of the existence of the purple flame, and he didn't dare to approach it easily.

The man who fell to the ground gasped, was held up by everyone, and dragged him to Song Qing's side.

Everyone began to think that there could be no ghosts in this place, and coupled with the corpse hitting the door, there was no way to prevent ghosts from appearing in this house.

"We have all looked for it. There is no information from a hundred years ago here."

‘Oh...’

If the faint ghost sounded, those static fabrics began to have no wind, and became longer and longer, turning into silk satin, flying in the room, making a ‘huhu’ sound.

The crowd huddled together, trying to persuade Song Qingxiao to leave here before talking.

"Shenzhuang has only been established in seven or eighty years, and the earliest written records of data are at this time."

"Miss Song, forget it, we can't find it."

"I feel like it's getting colder and colder around..."

‘Boom! ’

‘Boom boom boom! ’

The sound of the impact was mixed with a faint resentment crying, and after a while, a soft female voice followed:

"Song Qingxiao...Song Qingxiao..."

The voice seemed to be poisoned, carrying the sinful and worldly sins, hearing it into people's ears, it made people feel desperate.

"Jiuyou...Jiuyou Ghost King!"

When everyone heard this call, they all recognized that this was the voice of the ghost king that had appeared in the Shen family compound, and they panicked:

"Is she here already?"

This ghost king is so powerful that even Song Qingxiao could do nothing.

If she appears here, everyone will probably suffer.

Song Qing held a green light in her small hand, and her body was tight.

The female voice came from all directions, like nothingness and ethereal, difficult to capture.

"You can't escape..."

"I want you to die in Shenzhuang...forever..."

"Dead...dead...dead..."

"Gluck..."

As soon as the Nine You Ghost King appeared, the sound of hitting the door panel was more violent than before.

The cracking sound of the ice layer was endless. In the roar of the ghost corpse, accompanied by a loud bang, the door panel shattered, and a large number of corpses rushed into the inner palace.

"Miss Song, let's go..."

"The door is broken..."

Everyone heard the door break and the tight heartstring ‘Pata’ broke, and they all persuaded Song Qingxiao to leave here first.

Even the old Taoist priest and Song Changqing turned their heads and looked at Song Qing with a small look. Although they did not speak, their eyes were full of anxiety. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

Song Qingxiao closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down.

"The Secret Pavilion of the Collection must exist."

The law of the sacred prison destined that Master Shen's reminder could not be wrong, otherwise, facing the ignorant Jiuyou Ghost King, she would have no chance of winning at all.

But where is the secret pavilion of the collection?

The voice of Jiuyou Ghost King came from a distance at this time, but Song Qingxiao did not sense her aura, which proved that the Ghost King was not in the city lord's mansion at this time.

Why is this again?

Shen Zhuang has now become her territory, even if it is locally restricted, the divisible soul should pass unimpeded.

There is a resentful ghost here, if you want to appear here with her magical powers, you can use the power of a resentful soul to flash here.

Why didn't she come and only threatened with words?

"Where are the old calendars of Shenzhuang?"

This question, I am afraid that no one can give her an answer except the group of people who first entered Shenzhuang.

But seven or eighty years have passed, this group of people has long since passed away, and they don't know where their souls stayed. Where can they be found in a short while?

"Miss Song, let's go, you can't find the secret storehouse here..."

Everyone heard the footsteps of the corpses getting closer and closer, and the sweat on their foreheads fell like a waterfall.

"Why can't I find it?"

Song Qingxiao asked, and searched around with his divine consciousness.

The old servant of Mrs. Shen who escaped on the boat suddenly said:

"Even if there was a place like this back then, after the first batch of ancestors who entered Shenzhuang entered this place, they should have been buried just like the slaughtered corpses, and it is impossible to exist again!"

He does not mean that.

When Song Qingxiao heard these words, his eyes lit up.