Squeak squeak…
Not long after Lin Feng left, a black door suddenly appeared in the house.
The door was covered by a thick and gloomy ghostly aura. Tadpole-like characters were carved on both sides of the door, giving off a majestic aura.
Furthermore, there was a huge skull above the door. It opened its bloody mouth and stared straight ahead with its black eye sockets.
If a ghost saw this, they would definitely exclaim loudly.
This door was the Gate of Hell to the Netherworld.
The skulls on the door were the heads of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery.
It was said that after the great war between the Sorcerer and Demon, the Grand Wizard Houtu comprehended the Heavenly Dao and transformed himself into reincarnation to create the Netherworld.
Therefore, he forged the corpses of his eleven brothers into the Yama Hall. Their heads turned into twelve gates to hell, guarding the netherworld.
Stabbing…Stabbing…
Right at this moment, ear-piercing sounds rang out from the gates of hell.
In the next second, two figures slowly walked out.
They were the ghost officials of the netherworld, Ox-Head and Horse-Face
However, their bodies were tightly wrapped in chains that flickered with a black luster.
The chain was made up of countless iron rings that were interlocked with each other. Every gap was engraved with a ghost curse.
One end of the chain was tied with a Nether Lock, which hung down from their bodies to the ground.
The ear-piercing sound was the friction between the Nether Lock and the ground.
"Eh? Why is it gone?"
At this moment, the minotaur ghost official sniffed and couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.
Then, his gong-like eyes swept around the room and he muttered to himself,"Strange, which envoy is it?”
Just a moment ago, they had sensed the fluctuations of the Yin Spirit Curse and thought that the other ghost officials had met with misfortune, so they had hurried over.
One had to know that there were unfathomable Daoists, Ghost Emperors who suppressed the five directions, and powerful evil cultivators in the Yang Realm.
As reapers, their cultivation base was not the strongest. They were only protected by the Netherworld and restrained by other forces.
However, there were also evil cultivators who captured ghost reapers to refine ghost pills in order to increase their cultivation.
When Ghost Officials escorted ghosts, they often encountered similar situations.
At this moment, Horse Face's expression turned grave as he frowned." Bullhead, I think this isn't simple. We have to report this to Emissary Zhao Li!"”
"What is it? Tell Brother Li?"
Ox Head was shocked.
When he heard the two words 'Zhao Li', he couldn't help but touch the iron ring on his nose.
Every time he saw Zhao Li, he would play with the iron ring for a long time.
He couldn't help but think about how strange the situation in front of him was, and he nodded bitterly.
"Then we'll do as you say…There's no time to lose, let's go now!”
With that, they turned around and walked into the gates of hell.
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The Silent Village stood at the foot of the black mountain peak. The mountain range on the east was shaped like a moon, like a dragon winding around.
The west side faced the ancient trees in the sky. The sky above it was covered in pink poisonous miasma all year round, and it could not receive the baptism of sunlight all year round.
Especially on the trees, there were ferocious bats hanging upside down.
Moreover, it was often accompanied by wild beasts and terrifying roars.
"This is the Silent Village?"
Lin Feng said softly.
He stood beside the huge stone tablet, and his young face revealed a hint of suspicion." It seems like…there's something strange about this village!”
On the stone tablet, there were four large scarlet words-Silent Village!
These words were carved with chicken blood and black dog blood!
This was especially true for the stone steles, which were covered with Dao-seals and hung with five copper coins.
These things were used to fend off the evil.
As long as the stone tablet was erected at the entrance of the village, ordinary ghosts would not be able to get within a hundred meters of the village.
Thinking of this, a strange smile appeared on Lin Feng's face. He looked at the center of the village with interest and muttered to himself,
"No matter what it is…if we stop it, we'll definitely wash this place with blood!”
He sensed from the time coin that the little fox was in the middle of the village, where dense ghost qi gathered.
Immediately after, Lin Feng strode into the village.
As he passed by the stone stele, the words and Dao talismans on it began to crack like glass.
Lin Feng followed the bluestone road and arrived at the center of the village.
Along the way, he discovered the strangeness and profoundness of this place.
If one were to look down from the sky at the location of each green stone in the village, one would be able to see the pattern of the five elements and eight trigrams.
The buildings, trees, and stones of the entire village formed a Houtian array. The location of the formation eye was the memorial hall in front of Lin Feng, which was also where the ghostly qi gathered.
"No wonder the passageway to the other world opened here…There's actually a Daoist expert hidden in a small village!”
However, Lin Feng was not afraid at all. Instead, he was as calm as water as he pushed the door open and entered.
Boom...
Boom...
As soon as he stepped through the door, countless torches lit up in the room.
At this moment, Lin Feng was surrounded by villagers who were holding large knives, sickles, and other weapons.
Among them, a middle-aged man wearing a security uniform and white glasses stepped out.
He was the security captain who maintained order in the village!
He held a long saber in his hand and pointed the blade at Lin Feng. He shouted,
"Black paint, Wujin Village, you are definitely not a good person…Are you a good person…Speak!”
"Yes, he's definitely not a good person…He's definitely a bandit, chop him! Kill him!"
Before Lin Feng could say anything, the security captain raised his long knife and slashed down fiercely.
All the villagers present did not care about anything else and launched their attacks.
"Horse thieves? The Horse Gang's Evil Art Granny Wang?"
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