The Doman Forest was such a dangerous place, so no one would come here normally. However, not long ago, the world suddenly heard that a huge red pillar of light suddenly appeared in the Duman Forest and shot into the sky. It didn't stop for a day and night, and even in the middle of the night, it lit up the sky as if it was daytime.
After an entire day, the red light gradually dissipated. From then on, there seemed to be a loud whistle coming from the inside of the Duman Forest. It made the people who lived at the edge of the forest feel terrified.
Once this news spread, it immediately shook the world. From the perspective of cultivators, spiritual objects and divine artifacts always had their own spirituality. This huge red light was naturally the precursor to the birth of a rare treasure, summoning the fated person. Judging from the red light pillar, this unique treasure was indeed extraordinary. For a moment, the world was shaken, and experts of both good and evil gathered.
Under the chaos on the surface, there was an unknown undercurrent that was surging.
In the east, half a day's journey away from the Duman Forest, there was a desolate and withered village. It was originally called the " Morning Sun " village. The population was not very large, but because it was the closest place to the Duman Forest this time, all the sects had gathered here. Some of them thought they were scholars, so they named the village Crescent Moon Village.
Over the past year, the villagers living on the edge of the Duman Forest would occasionally encounter a monster or a poisonous insect that would suddenly appear out of nowhere. It was not a big deal for them to kill livestock, but many people had died in this area. Those who had some ability had already left this damn place and ran elsewhere. Those who stayed here were mostly people with no life.
However, in the past few days, the Crescent Moon Village had suddenly become lively. The people who came and went were all cultivators. Although the Crescent Village was not the only entrance to the Death Swamp, it was the closest inhabited place to the Tuman Forest. Before entering the Tuman Forest, most people would come here to buy some dry food and clean water. After a few days, the villagers of the Crescent Village had actually made a small fortune and became more lively.
At the same time, because this place was the closest to the Duman Forest, the villagers here had spread the news about the red light pillar and the strange whistle in the crescent moon spring. Therefore, many people came here to inquire about the news.
However, when there were more people, there would naturally be both good and evil. In the past few days, there had been countless fights in this small place like King Village. Some unlucky guys had died inexplicably before they even entered the Duman Forest. It was really unjust.
On this day, Yang Yang, Duanmu Aoxue, and Bai Su also arrived at Yuaya Village. They stood at the village entrance and saw people coming and going in the village. It was actually quite lively, unlike the usual lifeless scene.
When they reached the village, the two girls looked around and whispered something to each other.
It was the first time that Little Skeleton and Little Xin had seen so many people in the past few days. They were a little excited. They lay on Yang Yang's back and squeaked. Ghost Li patted Little Xin's head and looked at the two girls."What's wrong?"
"I'm looking for a place to stay. Why don't you find a place to rest after walking for so long?" Bai Su said unhappily. What a godforsaken place. Even an inn was so difficult to find!”
"What? Do you think there's one here?" Yang Yang was speechless.”
"What?" Bai Su asked in surprise.”
Yang Yang turned to look at the pedestrians on the street. He saw that most of them were well-dressed, and they were obviously not the people who lived a hard life in Yuaya Village."Have you been here before?"
"I used to live in the Duman Forest. I've never been outside!" Bai Su chuckled.”
Yang Yang glanced at her and shook his head with a bitter smile."Since no outsiders come here and the local villagers are poor, what's the use of an inn?”
Bai Su was speechless, and her expression became a little bitter as she muttered,"I don't believe that you can't afford a house with money!”He pulled Duanmu Aoxue along and went to look for a house.
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At this moment, they suddenly heard a shout from the street ahead. Someone shouted,"Predict the past life, can predict 300 years of luck, iron mouth divine face, brush judge yin and yang, if you want to know this trip, come and calculate!”
Yang Yang was stunned for a moment and looked towards the source of the voice. On the side of the street, there was an old wooden table with a bamboo pole beside it. On it hung a canvas with the words " Divine Calculation " written on it. Beside the bamboo pole, an old man with an extraordinary bearing and a familiar voice shouted loudly. The voice just now came from his mouth. Beside him, there was a drowsy young Taoist priest with a handsome face. At this moment, he was lying on the edge of the table with a drowsy expression.
The young Taoist priest sighed softly at the side. He had been sitting here for a few hours. He had been calling out to his martial uncle enthusiastically, but in fact, he had not sold a single talisman. The locals believed it but couldn't afford it, but the foreigners were all cultivators. They were all well-informed, and their eyes were filled with the words " Fraud ". Fortunately, the righteous heroes were busy snatching treasures and did not bother with this fortune teller. Otherwise, if any of the disciples of the masters suddenly became hot-blooded and wanted to eliminate the evil for the people, they would probably be in deep trouble.
Seeing that the old Taoist priest was still shouting energetically, the young Taoist priest was a little impatient. He stood up and was about to stop the old Taoist priest when suddenly, there was a blur in front of him. It was a young man who had stood in front of the wooden table. He was dressed in dark green clothes and had delicate features. However, his face looked a little pale for some reason.
"Sir, I want to read your fortune." The young man said calmly with a faint smile.
The old Taoist frowned and sized him up. At this time, the young Taoist also realized the situation here and quickly walked back. He said with a smile,"What do you want to see, fortune or marriage? How should he look at it? By physiognomy, palmistry, or reading characters?”
"I'm also going into the Duman Forest. Help me see what my luck is like!" The young man muttered.”
"No problem, no problem!" The old Taoist priest chuckled. Please, sit down and let me tell you. We are the direct disciples of our ancestors and have unparalleled physiognomy, so we need 10,000 yuan to see each time…"
"So expensive?" The young man was startled.”
The old Taoist priest smiled and did not answer.
The young man then turned his eyes and looked at the young Taoist priest. He smiled and said,"Alright then! Ten thousand it is. How about this! Help me test a word first."
The young Taoist priest glanced at him and took a piece of white paper from the side. He handed over the brush and said,"Please write a word on it!”
Unexpectedly, the young man took the pen and smiled.""No need, I'll just write my name down. Can you help me test my luck?”
As he spoke, he wrote two words on the white paper and handed it to the old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist priest was stunned for a moment. He took it and looked at the white paper. He heard the young man smile and say,"My name is Ghost Weep!"
The old Taoist priest frowned slightly, but his eyes gradually lit up. He carefully looked at the white paper in his hand. The two words "Ghost Weep" were written neatly. The strokes were upright and round, and the corners were restrained and smooth. It was a beautiful handwriting.
The old Taoist priest blinked and suddenly smiled."Guest, everyone has a soul. Those whose souls do not dissipate after death are mostly Yin spirits and ghosts, which are feared by the world. Guest, you clearly don't believe in ghosts and gods when you give such a sad name.”!”
Ghost Weep silently looked at him and said nothing. Suddenly, he laughed and said,""Wrong, wrong, Mister is wrong.”
The old Taoist priest was stunned by his words and said,"What's wrong?"
Ghost Weep's eyes had a faint glow as he smiled at the old Taoist priest,""In ancient times, the Great God of Chaos created the heavens and earth, and the two gods of Yin and Yang created all living beings. This is an eternal fact. How can we not believe it?”
The old Taoist priest gently placed the paper on the table and looked at Devil May Cry.""Since you believe me, I will do some calculations. The western region of Duman is a gloomy and humid place. Your luck will definitely be good.”
A smile appeared on Ghost Weep's face, and his young but pale face seemed to have regained some color. He nodded and said,"Thank you, sir. Here's ten thousand. Please keep it.”As he spoke, he took out 10,000 yuan and placed it on the table.
The old Taoist priest looked at it but did not make a move. The young Taoist priest beside him reached out and took the silver. He chuckled and said,"Thank you, sir."
Ghost Weep smiled but had no intention of leaving. Instead, he took out another 10,000 yuan and placed it on the table. "Sir, you…" The old Taoist priest was stunned.
"I have a friend who is also going to the Duman Forest. I'll have to trouble you to test him as well."”
The old Taoist priest was stunned. Ghost Weep had already taken a pen and paper and wrote two words on it. He handed it to the old Taoist priest and smiled."His name is Yang Yang!"
The bustling street suddenly quieted down.
Some people quietly retreated, while others quietly approached. On the roofs of the street corners, there were faint figures. Although it was daytime, it suddenly became a little cold.
Everyone present could sense the change. Zhou Yixian frowned slightly and looked around. Before she could say anything, the old Daoist pushed the paper over and said,"I'm sorry, guest. In the Dao of divination, one must personally write it in order to calculate.”
Ghost Weep wasn't angry. He just smiled."Is that so?"
From the looks of it, he had no intention of leaving and was still standing in front of the table. The young Taoist priest's expression changed. At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and wrote the words "Yang Yang" on the paper. Then, someone said indifferently,"Sir, please take a look at these two words.”
The three of them turned their eyes at the same time and looked at the voice.
Xiao Xin was lying on his back, his lively skull spinning. However, between his brows, it was as if nothing had changed, and he still looked the same as before.
On the street, it was deathly silent. In the dark and in the light, there were two groups of forces surrounding these two young people, monitoring and confronting each other…
The young Taoist priest was stunned for a long time before he took the piece of paper.
"Yang Yang!"
He read softly.
These two words were far from being as beautiful as Ghost Weep's words. The strokes were heavy and clumsy, but each stroke was extremely clear. The strength in his strokes seemed to be restrained, but it seemed that he could not suppress it at the end of each stroke. It revealed a sharp edge, and there was a sense of pride.
The old Taoist priest's eyes seemed to be getting brighter. After a moment, she put down the white paper and paused for a moment before saying,"Sir, what do you want to ask?”
Xiao Xin suddenly jumped down from his shoulder and landed on the table. He picked up the brush and played with it curiously.
The two Taoist priests glanced at Little Xin and were instantly terrified. Yang Yang also wants to make a trip to the Swamp of Death, so I would like to ask you to take a look at my luck.”
The old Taoist priest looked at Xiaoxin and said with a trembling voice,""Your name has the power of two suns, but in the middle, you use suppression. When the peak turns, the word yang resides in the east. It's not good for you to go west!”
Behind him, the invisible pressure on the street suddenly rose as he turned.
Yang Yang slowly turned around to face him. Ghost Weep also turned around at the same time.
The two young men looked at each other coldly on this simple street.
The surroundings were silent. The two Taoist priests suddenly felt a buzzing sound in their heads and a wave of dizziness. Even their breathing could not help but become a little nervous. He secretly looked around, and a moment later, he saw many people who had nothing to do with this place. Some were listening, some were stealing glances, and some were simply staring at this place. They were even holding magic treasures in their hands, looking like they were ready to go all out and kill at any time.
Yang Yang's pupils contracted slightly, and his voice became a little low as he said,"Mister Zhang, do you remember me?"
The smile on the old Taoist priest's face gradually disappeared. There was a solemn look on his face, but his voice was still calm."Young Master, the Yang Realm is not a place for you to stay!”
"Pa!"
Suddenly, a deep voice rang out in the middle of the arena. The two groups of people who were secretly in a tense confrontation on the street were suddenly horrified. The originally tense scene was like a sharp whistle in the silence, and it was about to explode.
Even Yang Yang and Ghost Weep's eyes twitched slightly.
A slightly panicked and embarrassed voice rang out in the arena," I didn't mean to…"
Everyone looked over and saw that the young Taoist priest had dropped the money he had just received on the ground in his nervousness. With a muffled sound, the old Taoist priest's forehead was covered in sweat. The little skeleton glared at the two Taoist priests and a red flame appeared on his head. The two Taoist priests 'faces turned cold and they were speechless. However, in their hearts, they were shocked."Flaming Skeleton!"
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