After Ye Xuan rescued the lady who was dressed as a man, he did not swim to the river bank, but climbed onto the boat.

The black pupils flew back silently, flashing into Ye Xuan's body, and an overlapping shadow appeared deep in his left eye.

When he looked at the two maids on the boat again, he became a happy and cute girl, a white bone skeleton.

"Let me go." The girl's clothes were wet, pressing against the ketone body, outlining the beautiful curves of the girl. The two of them still maintained her rescued posture, and Ye Xuan wrapped them in his arms.

The bun-faced maid stepped forward a few steps, reached out and patted Ye Xuan's arm, shouting, "You disciple, don't let go of my lady."

"Let go of my young master." Xiao Dong blushed and did not forget to add.

Ye Xuan's face was strange. The scene he saw in his left eye was clearly three skeletons jumping around in front of him, thrusting and beating him.

Then both sides settled down, Ye Xuan talked about his origin and asked why the place was deserted, the girls couldn't tell the truth, but they took it for granted.

Like people want to eat, the river will flow, and this should be like this, just like they walk from one space to another without any awareness.

Although he was notorious for the Dingtuzi, Ye Xuan could barely get involved in the natives. Seeing that this lady seemed to have some identity in the city, she could find some useful information.

As he walked down the road, Ye Xuan always covered one side with his spiritual sense and observed the changes in the surrounding space.

At the end of the lower reaches of the long river, the Buddhist bead space barrier seen in the black pupils, the boat passed by naturally.

Ye Xuan fell into solemnity. If he had not seen through the true appearance without his black pupils, his spiritual consciousness would not have been able to detect such a transition in space.

This is far from what he can understand at his current level, and only the legendary powerful power of the Shangtian Realm can do so. He couldn't help but think of the bones of the old monk on the Bone Mountain.

"What are you thinking about when you are Dengtuzi? It is better for a lady to let you go to the mansion to be a servant than to be a poor scholar who wanders around. You see, you are so hungry."

"Skinny, Miss, be kind, just be grateful." The two maids were still muttering.

Ye Xuan also knew the names of the three girls. The tall maid was named Xiaodong, the plump face and plump body were named Xiaorou, and the lady disguised as a man was named Ji Zhuyu.

From the perspective of the black pupils, they passed through four Buddhist bead spaces, and changed from a small boat to a painting workshop. The number of people along the coast became increasingly popular.

However, in Ye Xuan's left eye perspective, without exception, everyone is a lifeless skeleton.

Ye Xuanru entered a country of the dead. If it weren't for the black pupils, everything would look no different from the country of the living.

The painting workshop finally docked at Ningcheng Wharf, and three women were chattering in front of him, and he, a servant of the Ji family, was responsible for carrying his luggage.

"Is this spiritual power? No, it's not an immortal." Ye Xuan followed behind, and before he walked far, he felt a force covering the entire Ningcheng.

"What are you going to be too late? Keep up with me. Be careful to starve you to death if you do things honestly." Xiaorou turned her head and taught her a lesson.

There were crowds of people, the streets were noisy, there were many shops and shops, and shouts could be heard everywhere.

Ye Xuan's left eye flashed in his eyes. At first glance, the city's prosperity was instantly silent, and he could only see skeletons with their upper and lower jaws opening and closing.

Above the city, a huge gray cover was pressed down, and countless gray silk threads were divided into pieces, falling down one by one.

Straws of gray silk threads extend out from the top of the skull, connecting the silk threads hanging down from above, so the city seems to be connected into a whole.

Ye Xuan was still wandering around with the three girls, and incense was in full swing in the City God Temple in the center of Ningcheng, many people lined up to enter the temple to burn incense and petition.

On the high platform, three statues of gods are placed in the main and secondary positions. The middle is the City God in Ningcheng, and the statues on both sides are the Adjutant of the City God.

"Blessed by the City God, please let my daughter-in-law have a son. My old Tang family already has four granddaughters..." An old woman who came from the Temple of Sending the Sons knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

What she couldn't see was that the three statues of the gods on the platform suddenly blinked their eyes, and in a blink of an eye it seemed to come alive, and the three golden figures walked out of the statue one after another.

All three figures burst out with golden light. One person in the middle was wearing a Confucian robe, one on the left held a judge's pen, and one on the right was tall, holding a golden sword in each hand.

"There is an external evil invasion." The man in the Confucian robe looked powerful and held forward with one hand. He grabbed a handful of gray silk threads and found the person who missed it.

On the crowded street, Ye Xuan was in front of the coolie. Seven poisonous frogs in his sleeve suddenly jumped out. Ye Xuan threw his bag without saying a word, and his body disappeared from the spot.

"Miss, that poor scholar ran away?" Xiaorou was hit by the bag and screamed angrily.

"Where did the man go? The ungrateful disciple son."

"Forget it, this kind of person is lazy and hates labor. Since he does not want to be a servant of our Ji family, he will let him die." The maid Xiaodong and the lady Ji Zhuyu were also quite angry. They looked around and saw that there was no trace of Ye Xuan.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was entangled in the sky above the city, and countless gray silk threads were tangled to prevent him from escaping from the city.

A little golden light escaped, and a golden body of the divine statue appeared not far from Ye Xuan. It was two feet tall, covered in golden armor, holding two golden swords in his hand, and slashed at Ye Xuan.

"It's just the level of Xu's monk." Ye Xuan hummed disdainfully. If he hadn't been entangled by these gray silk threads, he would have beaten this person to death with one punch.

Or the person in front of him is not a real person, without flesh and blood, and is different from the people in the city below, but is more like a pure spiritual power or immortal element, but this power is not spiritual power or immortal element.

"The power of incense?" Ye Xuan felt the power in the other party's body mixed, as if countless voices were praying.

This kind of power is like what he saw in ancient books, and is consistent with the gods in myths and legends in previous lives. He did not see it in the outside world of cultivation, but actually encountered it in this ghost place.

Think about it, if these gods dare to compete for territory with monks, they would not be rushed over by many monks, and there would be no statues of gods at all.

"Qianma, kill him." Qima poisonous frog blocked Ye Xuan's face, and the seven-color poisonous water gushed out of his mouth, instantly swept across all directions, and the golden-armored man holding a golden sword was wrapped around his head.

"The bold beast dares to hurt innocent people." "The drawing of the ground is a prison." Another golden light escaped, turning into a figure holding a judge's pen in his hand, and writing in front of Ye Xuan and the Qima Poison Frog.

A round of golden light passed by, centered on the location where Ye Xuan and Qima Poison Frog were located, and they were surrounded by a circle of golden threads.

"Buzz..." The surrounding scenes were blurred, and the city scene below disappeared. They were separated in another space in a blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!