"The fog is dispersed~"

Ning Feng opened his eyes wide and looked at the fog shrouded in Yin and Yang Town, and in a moment, it disappeared.

The speed was as fast as a big hand, and the fog disappeared completely in the Yin-Yang Town.

"No, it's not that the fog is dissipated."

Ning Feng came back to his senses, shook his head, and said to himself: "It's us..."

"I have really entered Yin-Yang Town!" Qi Ye's voice sounded aside, and at the same time, he put down the bowl in his hand with a "clang".

The two of them looked at the bowl intently, thinking.

"It seems that it is the reason for that bowl of wontons."

Ning Feng vaguely speculated, "This bowl of wontons should have the same meaning as Mengpo soup on Naihe Bridge. Only by eating it can you truly enter Yin and Yang Town."

"No wonder..."

Ning Feng understood why Qiye had come to the same place as him and met at the wonton stall after entering Yinyang Town.

At this time, I looked at Yin and Yang Town again, which is completely different from watching flowers in the fog before.

This is most obvious on those human head lanterns.

The last moment, there was still a lantern with hair spread out; the next moment, I entered the town, transformed myself, and the yin energy gathered and condensed into a human form.

Ning Feng looked at this scene and swallowed secretly, feeling creepy.

Because the human figures transformed from human heads and lanterns look almost the same as those of real people, if he hadn't watched the process with his own eyes, he would have been completely unable to guess what its prototype would be.

This is so scary.

When he thought of waiting for a while, he wanted to walk in Yinyang Town. Looking for Chen Xiwei and others, Ning Feng felt that the fun was probably a big deal.

"Brother Ning. This Yin-Yang Town is very interesting. It's so great that you and I can have a duel in it."

Qiye's face was filled with excitement, and he almost wrote the four words "ready to his palm" on his face.

"Let's see."

Ning Feng rolled his eyes and felt that he could not communicate with this person at all. He was worthy of being from the Demon Sect and was very angry.

While the two of them were talking, they did not prevent them from saluting the old man wonton to show their gratitude.

“Annoying.”

They were about to turn around and leave when a mutter came from their ears.

"Um?"

Ning Feng and Young Master Ye turned around together and looked at the old man wonton strangely.

Obviously, the person who spoke at this time was naturally the mysterious person who looked at it.

“What annoying?”

The two of them spoke in unison, and they just said that they stopped abruptly again.

Because Ning Feng and Young Master Ye both saw what exactly made the old man Wonton feel annoying.

From all directions, there are shadows and shadows, and lonely ghosts are swarming in.

The lights, fire, fragrance, or something else in the wonton stall attract them. Although the lonely ghosts dare not approach, they are surrounded and unable to disperse.

Ning Feng could see the scene outside through the bodies of those lonely ghosts, but he could see more and more ghosts gathered, almost blocking the opening of Yin and Yang Town.

“Annoying.”

The old man wonton continued to mutter. He began to move the wonton pot off the stove and set off the stand to close the stall.

That was. A group of ghosts surrounded him. Although he didn't dare to come forward for some reason, in this situation, no one except the blind man would come to take care of the old man's business again.

Seeing this scene, the second time he heard the word "annoying", Ning Feng and Young Master Ye's eyes lit up together.

The difference is that the light flashed in Ning Feng's eyes, and he smiled bitterly and shook his head; Young Master Ye's eyes were like light bulbs, shining brightly, and becoming brighter.

"Old man, why don't you let me take all these lonely ghosts?"

When Mr. Ye spoke, he stared at the old man wonton and observed his reaction.

Ning Feng was the same when beside him.

Under the eyes of the two, they kept cooking wontons all over, as if the old wonton who didn't care about anything outside, had reacted externally for the first time.

He raised his head with a slow reaction, his face full of numbness, looked at Mr. Ye with turbid eyes, nodded, and spit out a word:

"good!"

Ning Feng sighed again, Young Master Ye danced and said with a smile: "Old man, wait a moment, and go back when you go down."

He did not forget to look at Ning Fengfei with a provocative look, and then struded his head and walked out of the wonton stall.

"If you have a specialty in your skills, I am not a ghost hunter." Ning Feng shrugged helplessly, and then looked at Mr. Ye with interest.

As soon as Young Master Ye stepped out of the wonton stall, some kind of deterrence seemed to disappear. Countless lonely ghosts rushed up, like a wave that was about to submerge him.

Just at this moment, Young Master Ye moved.

He spread it out, flicked in the sky, and chanted: "Night~Sky~Current~Come~"

In an instant, Ning Feng's pupils suddenly contracted, like a needle tip.

He saw it clearly, and Young Master Ye's sleeves suddenly expanded, brushing to the extreme like a dark sky, covering the whole area.

Under the sky, there are countless lonely souls and groups of wild ghosts.

When the dark sky was shrouded in the sky, Ning Feng's eyes went black, to the extreme, and the one that could not see his five fingers.

The stars and the moon are both dark, and there is only the purest darkness of the night.

When his eyes returned to their sight, Ning Feng stared at him and saw that Young Master Ye was empty and there was no one lonely ghost, but only one sleeve was bulging, as if it was filled with a lot of things.

"Curious power."

"Young Master Ye, Qiye, this name is really not called in vain."

Ning Feng didn't care about the fate of those lonely ghosts, and kept flashing through his mind the scene of Young Master Ye taking action, feeling the power that had never appeared before.

"This is a completely opposite force from my Sun Method."

"That is the purest, the power of the night."

"One light, one darkness; one day, one night!"

"Is this a natural enemy of life and death, and is it incompatible?"

Ning Feng finally understood why Qiye, the Demon Sect, was very interested in him, and seemed to be better than the sum of the divine palace trapped in Yin and Yang Town before.

"So, here's the root."

When he came to his senses and looked at him again, Young Master Ye had already stood in front of the wonton stall. The old man of wonton opened a pot and set it on the stove.

Young Master Ye hesitated for a moment and understood a little. When he brushed his sleeves, countless lonely ghosts were thrown into the pot.

In an instant, the sound of ghost crying soared into the sky, and Ning Feng and Young Master Ye had the urge to escape invisibly.

What's strange is that all the lonely ghosts were poured into the pot, and the pot was not full, and there was no lonely ghost who could escape from it.

It was overwhelming, and his palms were held high in the pot, making people feel panicked in their eyes.

Soon, whether it was Ning Feng or Young Master Ye, all his attention was removed from the big pot and fell on the old man wonton.

He stood beside the stove, with a red light on his face, and his dull expression became vivid, vividly interpreting four words: salivating.

"No..."

Ning Feng and Young Master Ye both had the urge to retreat, and it turned out that the old man wonton was so good.

"Thank you~!"

The old man wonton was still polite and looked like gold. He touched his two hands covered with cracks in his arms. When he took them out, he held a bronze lamp in his hands.

“Huh?”

Ning Feng raised his eyebrows, and Young Master Ye showed joy.

The bronze lamp looks ordinary, with mottled copper rust and blue-green. Its shape is so ancient that it does not even have the most basic patterns.

Even so, Ning Feng and the others were not so shallow that they really thought this was an ordinary lamp.

"It's a pity that he took the lead."

Ning Feng sighed inwardly, watching Young Master Ye step forward, watching the old man wonton pull two bronze lamps deep into the stove, and when he took it out, the wick was burning, the flames were like beans, emitting a warm and dim light.

"for you."

The old man wonton handed over the two bronze lamps, and Young Master Ye took them with both hands. Suddenly, the two lamps disappeared in his hands.

At that moment, Young Master Ye was obviously stunned, and then he looked happy, as if he had taken a huge advantage.

“Hahahaha~~”

Young Master Ye laughed, bowed to the old man wonton, and left.
To be continued...