"Little devil..."

Fang Qidao laughed bitterly.

Now that I am messy with my hair covering my face, covered in blood and dust, I am as embarrassed as a dog with a broken family. Isn’t it just like a little devil?

The anger in his heart became desolate before it even rose. Fang Qidao staggered forward a few steps and looked at the ancient house with a closed door, his eyes flashed.

He flew up and, under the gaze of a crowd of surprised and weird eyes, he flipped into the wall.

“Ha~”

"Another one who knows nothing about life or death."

"The Ghost Villa dares to enter the wild, and they don't know how to live or die..."

Under the lanterns swaying like ghost fire, more than a dozen people looked different, including calmness, sarcasm, shaking their heads, and indifference.

But no one stopped him.

A young monk wanted to say something, but his arm was held by the old monk beside him, shook his head and signaled him to silence.

"You can't stop it."

The old monk glanced at the dark ancient house indifferently, and was about to close his eyes when his heart suddenly moved.

The others seemed to have some awareness and looked at them one after another.

You can see the sound of wind outside the deep valley, and a man jumped into the horse with a bow. He was dozens or hundreds of feet away, but he could still feel the cold edge.

"One more?"

Someone was surprised and said to himself.

"What the hell is this?"

The moment he entered the deep valley, Yang Yu was shocked, he stopped, his eyes flew over the dozen people in the open space, and looked at the house that was as gloomy as a haunted house.

One step difference.

Before stepping into the deep valley, everything was as usual, but the moment he stepped into this valley, his back felt cold, and an indescribable aura instantly made him feel like he was facing a great enemy.

"Yang Zhuo?"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Yu instantly came back to his senses and looked at the corner with a surprised face, his expression was also stunned:

"It's you?"

It was a thin little monk, and there was a thinner old monk beside him.

But it was the old monk Hui'an who had met before, and Liu Qingqing, of course, the young monk named "Su Ming".

"Yang, donor Yang. This house should not be in a mess."

Seeing that Yang Yu looked at the house, Su Ming's face was slightly tightened, and he didn't know that he was chasing the man before.

"Thank you for the reminder."

Yang Yu turned over and dismounted, led the dragon horse that had become trembling and walked towards the open space. The light of his eyes swept over and looked at the rest of the people.

What surprised him was that among these people, there was actually an acquaintance.

Although he disguised himself as a disguise and even lowered his head to cover his face, how could he hide it from him?

"Can the Jinyiwei's prison run out? Or is there something wrong with Qitou?"

Yang Yu was thinking in his heart.

He did not choose to rush into the house directly. Although he knew that Fang Qidao must have rushed into it, he could also see something from the expressions of these people.

That is, the ancient house is very dangerous.

"It was less than a year since we parted the previous time, and Mr. Yang's martial arts have improved again..."

Seeing Yang Yu approaching, the old monk Hui'an clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name low, and his heart was moved.

The rest could not see anything, but he could see clearly.

The blood-filled defeated dog before was actually a great master.

"Where is the master's praise for some slight progress?"

Yang Yu looked around and his eyes fell on the ancient house that made him feel a little chill:

"Master, what's the special thing about this house?"

There are many experts in the open space.

In addition to this unfathomable old monk, several of them made him notice the danger.

Such a master stays in this deep mountains and forests, and you can tell that it must have a purpose, and it must be related to this house.

"It turned out to be Lord Yang."

Before the old monk could speak, not far away, someone seemed to recognize Yang Yu, and said with his fists, with a smile on his rich face:

"This house is called Ghost Villa..."

The fat man smiled but spoke very quickly.

This house was discovered by a group of herbalists, but it was a heavy rain that caused the valley to collapse. The house was right in the mountains, which was amazing.

Although the house was old, it was not damaged by the collapse of the mountain.

"... Most of the people who picked the medicinal were killed or injured. The few who were alive also said they had met ghosts and were crazy. They all died shortly after they returned.

It's really a very dangerous place."

The fat man said this, his tone paused before saying:

"As for what is here, I have to ask the master. He has come from thousands of miles away and I think he knows very much about this place."

As soon as the words came to an end, everyone's eyes fell on the old monk.

There are fear and suspicion.

"Who are you?"

Yang Yu suddenly spoke, his cold eyes fell on the fat man.

The fat man's face froze and his smile couldn't hold back:

"In the next Wang Fu..."

"Wang Fu?"

After Yang Yu changed his mind, he didn't seem to have such a person, but many of them seemed to be headed by this fat man...

"Amitabha."

At this time, the old monk Hui'an recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, looked up at the dark night with no stars or moon, and slowly said:

"I think you have made up your mind to know?"

In the past year, there are many people who come here to the deep valley, but those who have the perseverance to stay until now must be those who know something.

‘It’s hard to persuade the damn ghost, whether it’s good or not…’

Thoughts arose in my heart, the old monk spoke, but the first sentence was what he said to Yang Yu:

"With Donor Yang's character, since he has come to pursue the murderer, he will not be able to turn back without seeing the man's corpse, right?"

"good."

Yu Yang nodded.

Although this house is strange, Fang Qidao has many ways to save his life, and he may not be able to escape from this house.

You know, he took the initiative to escape to this place.

Of course, the most important thing is that Yang Yu also became interested in this house.

He also recalled the indescribable aura at this time. Before his death, the aura on Ji Longshan was quite similar to this.

This is not the breath of Tao fruit, but more like the breath of "ritual".

Someone is holding a ceremony in this house?

"Since that's the case..."

Hui'an nodded, no longer advised him, and said calmly:

"This house is not a good place, or even a creature in this world. It is very different from ordinary civil and architectural buildings. Its breath hurts the body, essence and blood. Not to mention entering it, even if it is a little closer, it will be harmed by it..."

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Yang Yu's eyelids twitched, and his light swept over the rest of the people. It seemed that the group of people had expected it and there was nothing surprising.

"Yes, this house comes from other places. In terms of Buddhist scriptures, it comes from the 'Buddha Realm'. In terms of Taoist sect, it comes from the fairy realm,..."

Hui'an said slowly, as if he was teaching his disciples:

"Of course, some people call it 'Sky Sea Realm'!"
To be continued...