The village was very desolate, and there were no more people like what he had seen in the sand mining field.
Perhaps it was because of what he had done at the village entrance that the remaining evil spirits were frightened.
On the surface, this village was much more prosperous than Dafeng Village, which they had burned down earlier.
The houses were all small country villas with red bricks and green tiles. It was a festive scene, but there was not much human habitation.
Yi Tian realized that the surrounding villas were all the same. Be it the shape or the pattern, they were all shockingly similar. They were simply made from the same mold.
"Are you a ghost?" Yi Tian snorted coldly and concentrated his spiritual power into his eyes.
He did not activate his Yin Yang Eyes all the time.
After all, mental power was not endless. If he used it all the time, he would feel dizzy.
Moreover, after using mental power in his eyes, everything around him would change. He would be able to see many things that he could not see before.
For example, the surrounding Yuan Qi, Yin Qi, Yang Qi…
These auras would greatly affect his daily life.
Therefore, he would only open it when he needed it.
A purple light flashed in his eyes.
Then, everything around him became clear. The ghost wall was easily broken.
If an ordinary person encountered a ghost wall and no one saved them, they would basically die. It was impossible for them to escape.
Everything around him changed drastically.
Those standard villas were not real houses, but paper houses.
The kind of small house that was specially burned for the dead.
Immediately after, Yi Tian heard a cry coming from behind him. The cry was very gentle but also very sad.
At the same time, there was the crisp sound of children playing with marbles. Not only that, but there was also the sound of an old man coughing.
Not far away, there was a troupe. Two martial arts students with pale makeup and scarlet blush were singing.
In front of the stage, there was not a single audience.
There wasn't even a ghost.
On the blood-red stage, two ghostly horns were singing.
Yi Tian frowned. He knew that there was a folk custom, which was to invite opera singers to perform for ghosts.
Two actors were singing in the stands, and below them were rows of memorial tablets.
However, those opera singers were humans, but this opera singer was a ghost.
People sing opera to ghosts.
Then who was the ghost opera for?
Yi Tian walked over and came to the stands. His gaze was burning as he stared at the two actors whose skin was as white as a wall.
Her pale skin and the two scarlet blushes on her face formed a very strange contrast. Coupled with her babbling voice, it appeared abnormally terrifying.
Yi Tian's arrival did not seem to affect the two Ghost Horns who were singing.
They were still holding spears, singing and dancing wildly.
"Good, good, you sang well!" Yi Tian cheered and clapped.
The two Ghost Horns who were singing to their heart's content suddenly stopped and looked at Yi Tian with a strange expression.
"After watching this play, I'll send you on your way!”
With that, the two ghosts started singing and fighting again.
"I have a question. Do you know the whereabouts of the person who is raising corpses in the sand mining field?”"If you don't tell me, I'll send you on your way."”
"After watching this play, I'll send you on your way!”
She started singing again.
"Stop f * cking singing!”
"After watching this play, I'll send you on your way!”
Yi Tian was speechless.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the ghosts here had low intelligence. Their way of doing things seemed very rigid, as if they were following some kind of pattern.
For example, these two opera martial arts students seemed to be unable to start causing trouble until they finished singing this ghost show.
What would happen if he left during the performance?
Yi Tian tried and left the stage. However, after taking three steps, he suddenly stopped.
Because no matter how he walked, because no matter how he walked, the stage seemed to be moving and always remained in front of him.
This was a little awkward.
Yi Tian did not have any drama cells, so he could not tell if these two ghosts sang well or not.
But since he didn't answer the question.
Then he would flip the table and fly into a rage.
"Die for this daddy! You don't deserve to play tricks in front of this daddy!”
Yi Tian suddenly turned into a whirlwind and rushed towards the grandstand. He grabbed the two sides of the grandstand and tore them apart.
"Rip!"
The paper grandstand was instantly torn apart. He rushed to the front of the stage and threw out the Ghost Gourd.
"Gulp, gulp, awoo!"
The Ghost Gourd let out a loud cry and opened its bloody mouth.
Instantly, the palm-sized Ghost Gourd grew in the wind and instantly became more than two meters tall. It floated in the air like a small boat.
The Ghost Gourd opened its bloody mouth and kept spitting out flames.
Scorching flames sprayed in all directions, bringing with it an extremely high temperature. The entire viewing platform was set ablaze, and a huge fire rose.
This grandstand looked big, but it was actually just a paper grandstand that looked like a toy.
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