I'm not a psychopath!

Jiang Qing couldn't help but frown, there was an ominous atmosphere here.

He quickly stretched out his two fingers and touched it in front of his eyes, casting a simple spell.

As the spell was cast, the scene in front of him suddenly became clear. He took a breath of cold air and saw that the streets were full of wandering ghosts. They either lowered their heads and wandered, or looked up to the sky and howled, each with a deep feeling. Resentment and unwillingness.

Jiang Qing's heart tightened.

We need to get out of this dark place as soon as possible.

He recalled the hole in the ground before he was sucked in. It was his only way out.

He turned around hurriedly, trying to get back through the dog hole, hoping to return to the original world.

However, when he came to the foot of the city wall, he found that the hole had disappeared without a trace.

Where the dog cave originally was, there was now only the cold city wall, not even a single gap left. Jiang Qing felt solemn in his heart. He was trapped in this ghost town with no way out.

"If this is the Eternal Underworld, it also means that this is likely to be the source of strangeness..."

Jiang Qing muttered to himself, it was really scary to be trapped alone in such an empty ghost town.

He forced himself to calm down.

"We have to find a way out quickly." His eyes wandered among the surrounding ruins, and finally landed on a relatively well-preserved house.

The door of the house was ajar, as if it was inviting him to enter, or as if it hid an unknown danger. He took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and stepped into the house.

The scene inside the house is completely different from the desolation outside. It seems to be protected by some kind of power and has not been eroded by the years.

The plants in the yard were still full of vitality, but this vitality looked particularly strange against the background of the ghost town. Jiang Qing carefully walked through the courtyard and came to the main house.

The door to the main room was ajar.

Jiang Qing pushed gently, and the door opened silently. The light in the room was dim, with only a few rays of sunlight filtering through the gaps in the window, forming mottled light and shadow.

His eyes scanned the room.

I found that the furniture and furnishings in the house remained the same, as if the owner had just left.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew.

The candles in the house were lit instantly, and the flickering firelight reflected every corner of the house.

Jiang Qing was shocked. He could feel that this wind was not formed naturally, but that something was controlling everything.

He took a few steps back vigilantly, ready to respond to possible crises at any time.

Just then, he heard a low cry, which seemed to come from a certain room in the house.

"What's going on?"

Jiang Qing held the sword in his hand tightly and slowly approached the source of the sound. He opened the door and saw that there was no one in the room, but the crying sound became clearer and clearer.

He looked around and finally discovered that the sound was coming from an ancient mirror.

The image in the mirror was distorted, reflecting a blurry figure of a woman. She seemed to be trapped in the world of the mirror, constantly crying for help.

The moment he saw this woman, Jiang Qing's heart softened for no reason, and he actually decided to try to help this woman.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the surface of the mirror, trying to break the barrier.

However, when his fingers touched the mirror, he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely.

The heartbreaking pain mixed with the smell of blood brought him back to his senses. At this moment, Jiang Qing's back was completely soaked, and he felt a wave of fear in his heart.

"Something almost happened, what the hell is this..."

From being confused to suddenly waking up, it all happened in an instant. Jiang Qing knew that he could no longer look at the mirror, but before he could retract his stretched out fingers.

The woman in the mirror actually stretched out her hand angrily, and a powerful force wanted to pull his whole body towards the inside of the mirror! !

Jiang Qing was horrified and hurriedly used all his magic power to resist the suction.

After some struggle, he finally got rid of the shackles of the mirror and retreated into the room. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he was secretly vigilant in his heart. Everything in this ghost town was far more dangerous than he imagined.

"This ghost place is too dangerous." Jiang Qing hurriedly exited the house. When he exited the house, his sharp eyes noticed that the plants in the yard were rapidly withering and turning yellow.

"Is this just for me to see?"

Jiang Qing realized that he couldn't easily believe everything in front of him. Every detail might be a trap.

Jiang Qing walked out of the house, filled with confusion and anxiety. He urgently needed to find a way out.

Suddenly, he felt a strange gaze, as if something was peering at him secretly.

He turned around quickly, his eyes like lightning, and he scanned the surroundings sharply, finally settling on the window of a house not far away.

There, a figure flashed quickly. Although it was just a glance, Jiang Qing had already recognized that it was the paper man he had seen before.

"Did he lead me here?" Jiang Qing had a suspicion in his mind.

Without hesitation, he decided to follow the lead.

Jiang Qing quietly approached the house, his steps light and firm, like a cheetah in the night.

When he came to the window, he found that the paper man had disappeared. He frowned, but did not give up and continued to explore the house.

The scene inside the house made Jiang Qing feel strange. Everything here was made of paper, from doors and windows to tables and chairs, without exception.

This strange arrangement made him feel a little uneasy, but he still mustered up the courage and opened the door to the inner room.

The moment the door opened, several shadows fell.

Jiang Qing reacted very quickly. With a wave of his hand, the long sword was unsheathed, and the sword light was like a meteor across the night sky, bright and swift. His sword skills were not only fast, but also extremely accurate. Every sword hit the target just right.

However...

When everything calmed down, he realized that it was just a few pieces of paper money clipped on the door that fell down.

He was too nervous.

"Huh..."

Jiang Qing took a breath, feeling rich and poor.

"Why do you clip paper money on the door?" Just when Jiang Qing was stunned, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

He turned his head and saw that the paper stools and chairs in the room suddenly fell over, as if something was pushing them from below.

Jiang Qing's heart tightened, he knew that there must be something here.

He held the long sword tightly, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and made a low hum, as if responding to the master's call.

At that moment, a banknote suddenly rose from the ground, and it staggered in front of Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing witnessed this sudden scene and was stunned for a moment.

He noticed that on the banknote, several conspicuous words were outlined in black ink and distorted strokes.

[Sir, spare my life]

Sir?

Jiang Qing looked at the words on the paper money with some doubts and asked, "Who are you?"

His voice echoed in the empty house, with a hint of exploration and vigilance. Soon, new words appeared on the paper money.

[We are ghosts living here]

The words gradually appeared as if written by an invisible hand.

"Ghost?" Jiang Qing muttered.

He wiped his eyes with two fingers again and cast a spell. Sure enough, his pupil technique allowed him to see a scene he had not noticed before.

A translucent old lady, holding a translucent child, was kneeling in front of him. Their eyes were full of pleading and fear.

He had turned off the pupil technique before, because all he could see were wandering souls without purpose and without consciousness.

There is no point in seeing it, it will only increase psychological pressure, so I just turn a blind eye. I didn't expect that there are ghosts with intelligence here.

"Why can you maintain your intelligence, while the ghosts outside are wandering like ownerless souls?"

The other party explained: "The ghosts on the street are indeed wandering. Only by owning a house can you preserve your intelligence before death."

Jiang Qing was curious about this, "What is the reason?"

The other party explained: "This is the rule in the city. There is no ghost register without a house. The souls without protection and roots will naturally disappear gradually after wandering between heaven and earth for a long time.

Purchasing a house is like in the world of the living. There are two ways to settle down in the city. Either you have money, so there is a saying in the world of the living that when relatives pass away, you have to burn paper money."

So wandering souls are equal to gangsters?

You know, the word gangster originally refers to people who don't have a house.

Well, such people were everywhere in the era before Jiang Qing traveled through time, unless you bought a house.

After hearing this, Jiang Qing couldn't help but complain in his heart, 'Won't inflation happen if the face value of those ghost money is so large? '

His heart was full of doubts and puzzlement, but at the same time he also realized that the rules of this world were far more complicated than he imagined.

Jiang Qing asked curiously, "You just mentioned one way, what about the other?"

A trace of helplessness flashed in Mrs. Ghost's eyes, and she replied: "The second one has a relationship, such as Taoist priests' salvation, or those who come down with Buddha's light, the ghost messenger will directly open the back door.

Some people even enter the underworld with a page of scriptures, and all the ghosts retreat. I heard that they were directly appointed as officials.

... But ordinary souls like us, how can we have the opportunity to be saved."

Jiang Qing was silent. He began to realize that even in the underworld, there are levels and rules, and these rules are undoubtedly a kind of bondage and suffering for these trapped ghosts.

"Wait, there are coins and ghost officials here... Where is this place?"

The ghost woman's face flashed with surprise, "My lord, don't you know? This is the ghost city Fengdu."

...

On the other side of the ghost city.

Qin Xiaosui and Bailiye walked through the cold streets, and their footsteps echoed in the empty space, which seemed particularly clear.

Qin Xiaosui hugged Luo Shui's arm tightly, and his eyes revealed uneasiness and tension.

"Sister Luo Shui, do we really want to do this?" Qin Xiaosui's voice trembled slightly, and she looked at Bailiye, hoping to get some comfort from her.

Luo Shui frowned, she knew that the best way to face the fear of the unknown was to face the fear, "Catching ghosts is also a last resort, we must find out the whereabouts of Jiang Qing."

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, with a biting chill, and everyone shivered involuntarily. Bailiye stopped and felt an unusual breath.

"Everyone be careful, there might be something here." Before Bailiye finished speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden noise.

It was a chaotic sound of footsteps, accompanied by a low roar, as if something was coming from all directions. Everyone's face changed, and they quickly stood back to back, observing the surroundings vigilantly.

"It's a ghost!" Shen Chengxian whispered, a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes, and his spells were ready, ready to deal with any possible crisis.

Luo Shui was calmer, her eyes were sharp, scanning every corner around. "Don't panic, we have to stay calm and find their weaknesses."

Just then, a group of translucent ghosts appeared in their sight, their eyes were empty, their faces were distorted, but they were wearing the same ancient official uniforms, approaching them.

"Not ordinary, they are wandering souls, they are ghost messengers!"

The other party also stared at this side, laughing: "Visitors from the world of the living? You know that living people cannot enter the underworld with their flesh, unless...

Heh, you broke the rules.

Then stay here forever!!"

Bai Liye clenched his weapon and prepared to fight. "Come on, let's see what you can do!" He shouted and rushed to the ghost group first.

Although Qin Xiaosui was afraid in her heart, she was obviously not the kind of girl who would freeze and move when frightened. If she had to describe it, it would probably be...

Ah! ! ! ! There are cockroaches! ! !

Then she crushed the cockroaches into meat paste with her bare hands.

Now Qin Xiaosui was obviously stressed. Her aura was stronger than ever before. With one punch, she blew away the ghosts that approached her.

She was most afraid of ghosts.

But there were many ghosts, and in this city, they seemed to be immortal. Even if they were blasted into molecules by Qin Xiaosui, they could recover and start fighting again.

The problem was that they couldn't delay.

The small team of ghosts in front of them was not scary, but the potential support of the other party.

It would be difficult to leave at that time.

During the battle, Luo Shui suddenly discovered a feature of ghosts. "They seem to be sensitive to light!"

She shouted loudly, reminding her companions.

Hearing Luo Shui's words, Shen Chengxian reacted quickly. He began to cast spells, creating balls of light to illuminate the surroundings.

As the light spread, the ghosts began to scream and retreat, as if they were burned.

Under the illumination of the light, the ghosts gradually dissipated, and everyone was able to breathe.

But they knew that this was only a temporary peace.

"We have to find Jiang Qing and leave this ghost place together." Bailiye panted, his eyes were firm, revealing his unyielding determination.

Qin Xiaosui nodded, although there was still fear on her face, and she beat another ghost to death.

...

"Fengdu? The legendary ghost town?" Jiang Qing's eyes showed a light of shock.

As a native of the former Huaxia country, Jiang Qing was naturally familiar with all kinds of legends in the underworld.

King Yama, Wangchuan, Mengpo, Huangquan Water, etc.... These stories all originated from the legendary ghost town, Fengdu.

He never expected that behind the huge bronze door, the other side of the door was actually the famous Fengdu? But the scene in front of him... was far from what he imagined in his heart.

What about the Ghost Gate? What about Huangquan Road? Wangchuan River... and the legendary red spider lily with flowers blooming all over the sky like fire?

Even if these no longer exist, this place should not be so desolate and dilapidated.