Zhao Wujiang nodded.

He looked at the walking ghost next to the street, and sighed.

Ghosts are souls, souls that have been wandering in the world and are unwilling to leave.

Ghosts sleep forever in the daytime, and people sleep soundly at night.

Almost all ghosts are born from obsession.

Some are unwilling to accept, some are longing, or they are unforgettable.

Zhao Wujiang recalled that he was the rootless soul.

It’s just that my cultivation is high enough, and my soul is already strong enough to the point of my soul. I luckily survived with my soul.

But a single soul does not last forever in the world.

His soul merged with the demonic energy of the natal demon pill given by Linlang, and relied on each other.

He then had a temporary body and lived to this day.

He also had death and had obsession, so now he was particularly moved to see these ghosts who were about to wake up in the dark.

He is about to see hundreds of ghosts walking at night in the heavy rain, and he will really mix in it.

"Little brother, are you here to find obsessions in Youdu?" The middle-aged man glanced at Zhao Wujiang.

"No, I'm just here, not here to find someone."

Zhao Wujiang shook his head, the carriage was moving forward slowly, the sound of horse hooves, and in the dark night ahead, several green flames were floating.

"That's good." The middle-aged man glanced at Zhao Wujiang deeply and said with a smile:

"A person with obsession can leave Youdu, but one hundred people will not exist."

Zhao Wujiang suddenly felt like he heard the ghost stories of his elders at home when he was a child, and a chill suddenly surged in his heart.

He changed the subject and asked with a smile:

"My little brother Zhao Wuyang, I don't know my name."

"Thank you, Xin'an." The middle-aged man smiled and drove the carriage toward the green flames floating in the night.

Zhao Wujiang scratched his head, his smile a little honest, but he was already very alert, and even the deepest hidden sword energy was called out and kept wandering in his body.

Thank you Xin'an. If you have a knife in your heart, it is Xie Bi'an. Bai Wuchang thank you Bi'an!

This is not a dartman, it is clearly a ghost messenger.

Zhao Wujiang breathed slowly, without showing any expression, but his eyes trembled suddenly.

Among the hazy ghosts on the roadside, he saw a familiar figure, Zhu Jing, the Goddess and Demon Sect.

He clearly remembered that under the protection of Elder Zhu, Zhu Jing was spared by Wu Dahai and others and left the God Demon Sect.

How could Zhu Jing’s ghost appear in the secluded capital of Lingxizhou?

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw Zhu Jing wearing a red dress, with a rosy complexion, no different from ordinary people, but his red lips were particularly red, his eyes were dull, and he kept muttering something in his mouth.

The carriage was getting closer and closer to Youqing flames, and Zhu Jing's figure fell behind. Zhao Wujiang could no longer see it, but his doubts and vigilance became stronger and stronger.

“Well…”

The middle-aged man Xie Xinan pulled the reins of the horse.

The horse stopped in front of an inn.

There are two lanterns with faint green fire light hanging around the gate of the inn, and there is a strange red secluded in the inn.

There are couplets on the gate, one left and one right, with four big words "Make money by seeing one's sight" written on the left, and four big words "Xiling Inn" written on the right.

The plaque on the inn gate seemed to be a talisman, crooked and twisted.

"arrive."

Xie Xin'an jumped out of the carriage and walked into the inn with his hands behind his back.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and two men and one woman walked out.

A man has a handsome figure, a handsome appearance, and a heroic spirit. He is carrying a copper-ringed sword around his waist.

The girl called Su Su beside her had a sweet smile, and her eyes were shy and smiling when she looked at the man with a knife.

Another man was a young man wearing a Confucian shirt and carrying a green bamboo bookcase. He looked handsome and bookish, but his face was full of depression. Although he had a smile, he was bitter.

When he passed by Zhao Wujiang, he saluted slightly to Zhao Wujiang:

"Little student Dong Ning, I have met Brother Zhao."

He had heard the name in the carriage.

Zhao Wujiang held his fists and returned the greeting, but his steps were a little hesitant.

He looked at the Xiling Inn and always felt that something was going to happen after entering.

"Come in, okay little brother."
Chapter completed!