The outside of the ship was old and decayed. When Ye Xuan stepped into the hull, he saw lanterns hanging high, and big red lanterns stretched out.

The eyes were filled with rows of rooms, each room was hung with two red lanterns in front of them. Ye Xuan was not surprised and walked forward.

In a row of rooms, there were laughter, whispers, or hissings, and of course, more of a depressing sob.

Ye Xuan could hear the sound from the room, but when he pushed the door open, every room was empty, and there was no ghost.

However, there was a paper man lying on the bed in the room. The paper man was wearing a red outfit. Although many years have passed, the expression on the paper man's face is still vivid.

If other mortals or ordinary monks came here, they would probably be furious. Ye Xuanduan measured the paper man, and the paper man was just a dead person.

"Britain." Ye Xuan understood in his heart.

There were four floors in total, and Ye Xuan quickly finished the third floor. When he arrived at the fourth floor, most of the lanterns hanging in front of a row of rooms were extinguished, and one room was lit.

Ye Xuan stood silently in front of the room, and the singing came from the room, as if it was a mountain song that girls in the mountains often sang.

"I just hope to return home after seeing off the New Year. Don't have rainy days in the mountains, pomegranates bloom and willow leaves bloom"

Ye Xuan stood outside the door and looked at the other rooms. He walked all over the entire building boat, and Fairy Snow boarded the boat without any surprise, but he did not find any trace of Fairy Snow.

"The key point is in this room."

The door creaked and opened, and Ye Xuan saw the red carpet laying on the floor, the red table and red chairs, and even the bed sheets were bright red. A woman in a red dress was half lying on the bed.

The room is decorated in a gorgeous way, much more refined than all other rooms. It is not difficult to guess the status of the owner of the room in the building, which is probably the so-called top brand.

The woman on the bed was no longer a paper man. Her black hair was shiny and scattered to her waist. Her face was covered by her long hair, and her red skirt reflected her slim figure.

Ye Xuan had no expression on his face. He could not see that the woman was in a state of rest without looking closely. The woman was holding a stone in her hand and raising her hand to touch her gently.

The song of the brothel woman missing her homesickness and the stones she caressed in her hands. The girl probably missed homesickness, while the stones in her hands were left by her family.

When Ye Xuan arrived, the woman did not respond. She stepped out and Ye Xuan also sat on the bed and sat face to face with the long-haired woman.

The cover of the long hair is a mummy-like face, with dry flesh and blood. In the two empty eye sockets, two lines of blood marks spread to the cheeks.

Ye Xuan looked at the woman lightly. The woman was silent and was a real mummy. It was not her who made the singing, but the stone she was holding.

"It's you." Ye Xuan's eyes fell on the stone, and the source of obsession came from this.

Ye Xuan had no hesitation, and a true weapon shot towards the stone with his index finger. However, the true weapon that could crush the mountains was as if it had fallen into the lake when it fell on the stone. He just threw it into it.

Not only did his attack not destroy the stone, but instead inspired something. The scene in front of Ye Xuan suddenly blurred, and the entire building ship seemed to be inverted in time.

The tower ship buried in the years suddenly came alive in a trance and reappeared the prosperity of the past.

The long-haired woman sitting facing her face, her mummy face was rapidly plump, her skin was rosy and as beautiful as a flower, and she was smiling slightly at him.

"The guest official is polite." The woman bent down and looked at him with a smile.

Ye Xuan's face changed, and his figure suddenly retreated, avoiding the woman's little hand that was gently stroked, and sweeping outside the door.

There were figures coming and going outside the room, and the sound of silk and bamboo was heard. The guests and girls kept teasing each other, and the crowd was filled with people.

"Those paper people are alive." Ye Xuan raised his hand and grabbed the stone in the woman's hand. The source of everything was due to the obsession in the stone.

The long-haired woman smiled and did not dodge Ye Xuan's palm, allowing Ye Xuan's hand to fall on the stone.

The next moment, Ye Xuan in the room disappeared, just like a true weapon pointed out before, Ye Xuan was so immersed in the stone.

The singing sounded again, but this time it was not a stone. The long-haired woman sat back on the bed, tidied her long hair with her jade hands, opened and closed her red lips, and sang quietly.

Ye Xuan appeared in a mountain, with rain and rain in the sky, pomegranate flowers blooming in the mountains and willow leaves swaying.

Isn't this scene the scene in the song? It's not just Ye Xuan who came here, but there are many people like him in the mountains under the rain.

"Fellow Taoist, fellow Taoist, where is the way out?"

"Fellow Taoist, where is the way out?"

"Master is still waiting for me in the upper realm. I must go out. I want to become an immortal." Several monks with disheveled hair rushed over, grabbed Ye Xuan's arms, and asked questions repeatedly with red eyes.

Ye Xuan easily shocked these monks, and he could see that their vitality was dry and they had obviously lost their minds.

These people should have been cultivators of Hexu Realm. Hexu's cultivators have a long life span and have the ability to maintain their vitality. If it weren't for this, they would have died long ago.

But no matter how long the life span is, it will eventually last for a day when the life span is dry. I don’t know how long the obsession with the boat has existed, and the white bones in the mountains are probably left by monks.

"I want to leave this ghost place, they are all the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are the ones who are

"The reason why the tragedy and the reason why the siblings formed was caused by them."

"Kill, kill, kill all the people in the village." There were other monks on the mountain road, all of whom were crazy and lost here for a long time.

There are many monks who can think of obsessed with it, but no one will complete the end, otherwise so many monks of Hexu would not have trapped.

"They, siblings and villages." Ye Xuanneng saw many crazy figures, and they rushed in one direction frantically.

With doubts, Ye Xuan chose to keep up with this group of monks.

The sky is dark, and the rain seems to never stop, and the obsession is endless, and this scene will last forever.

"The village chief, those devils are here again."

"Don't worry, this guy is guarding Shitou, so they can't come over." A small village appeared under the rain curtain, and two people holding umbrellas stood next to the stone statue at the entrance of the village.

The stone statue is only as high as the adult's chest, and it is carved with half the size of the child. The stone statue holds a hatchet in its hand and guards the village head.

When Ye Xuan followed everyone to the front of the village, he saw several Lily Hexu monks who looked like crazy and rushed towards the village desperately, but they were all blocked from outside.

There seemed to be an invisible wall between them and the village. No matter how violent these Hexu monks were, they could never step into the village.

"Fairy Snow." Ye Xuan's mouth twitched. He saw a ragged figure among hundreds of madmen, also crazily hitting the invisible wall.

To Ye Xuan's surprise, this snow fairy was not her body, but the white-haired witch that Ye Xuan had seen, but she had changed her clothes.

This chapter ends

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