"Hmm?"
Zuo Chen was stunned and subconsciously looked at the ground.
As the moon shone high in the sky, its brilliance sprinkled on the ground. A lustrous radiance appeared, reflecting a cute halo.
It was a pearl, a jade green pearl.
The bead was about the size of a thumb. It was illuminated by the moonlight and emitted a dense green light.
"What is it? Yao Core?"
Zuo Chen was a little surprised. He reached out to pick up the pearl and carefully examined it.
When the bead entered his hand, it was as if he had touched the finest white jade. It was very soft, very soft, and made one feel relaxed and happy.
A demon core?
Not to the extent that if this yellow weasel had even condensed a yao core, why would he be afraid of him, a xiuzhe with one year of cultivation?
He thought of the Golden Core stage demons in all kinds of Xianxia fantasy novels and was surprised. This yellow weasel looked like a demon?
Golden Core Stage? Nonsense!
It was obvious that this green bead was not a Golden Core stage demon core like those in novels, but its effect might be very similar to that of a demon core…
Zuo Chen guessed, his eyes shining.
It would be great if the system could appraise him. Unfortunately, the system's mission was to help him increase his cultivation and strength. Appraisal? I'm afraid there really isn't!
It seemed that he could only look for those ancient books or experts to ask.
Since he had become a cultivator, it was obvious that there might be other cultivators in this world.
After all, since the ghosts and monsters had come out, the cultivators would naturally come out as well to fight against them.
Even if this ghost energy had just awakened, there must have been similar existences in this world in ancient times.
Find the ancient records and find the sects that specialized in subduing demons and devils. They would definitely know!
As Zuo Chen thought about it, he walked back to the wall and looked at the place where the two little ghosts were burned. He sneered. A mere little ghost wanted to absorb Yang Qi?
He wasn't very capable, but he was very bold.
There were pros and cons to his vigorous Yang Qi. Some little ghosts did not dare to get close to him, but some little ghosts were greedy by nature and wanted to absorb Yang Qi…
Unfortunately, these little ghosts did not have any brains. He had sufficient Yang Qi, so he clearly had a way to deal with these things.
He still dared to step forward, he was simply courting death!
Thousands of ghosts, thousands of spirits.
Ghosts had good ghosts, and spirits had evil spirits.
Zuo Chen didn't know if the supernatural novels he had read before were true, but there must be some truth in them.
Just like that saying, not all people were good people, and not all ghosts were evil spirits…
Unfortunately, Zuo Chen had only encountered evil spirits today.
Since he had obtained the Taoist Master System, he must take it as his duty to subdue demons and devils. If these evil ghosts dared to provoke him, he would dare to destroy them completely!
Unfortunately, he knew too little about these things.
The inner circle and the outer circle were two completely different concepts.
He had one foot in the circle and the other in the human world.
When he had completed this knowledge and gained more experience, he would be considered to have stepped into the circle completely.
Zuo Chen was thinking about something, and his footsteps became faster and faster. There were still remnants of the Divine Fire's pure Yang aura on his body, and the little ghosts did not dare to get close. This journey was finally comfortable.
Nothing stupid appeared.
Perhaps it was because Qingming Festival was approaching, Zuo Chen turned a corner and officially entered the village.
The village was different from the streets outside. Finally, there were people in the village, and it was a little lively.
As the Qingming Festival approached, the villagers had already started to burn paper, light candles, and place dead people's rice on the roadside to offer sacrifices to their ancestors...
Although there were some things from the netherworld here, Zuo Chen could not help but smile.
He was very familiar with every blade of grass and tree here. Looking at the familiar faces around him, Zuo Chen's tense nerves completely relaxed, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Yo, Chen Wazi, you're back?"
On the roadside, people who knew him began to greet him.
Almost all the villagers were related to their ancestors and were familiar with each other.
They all said that Zuo Chen looked like his mother, but Zuo Chen did not think so. He had never seen his mother before.
"Yes."
Zuo Chen only smiled and nodded. He knew the middle-aged man who greeted him. He was his uncle, but he couldn't remember his name.
Along the way, these people greeted Zuo Chen with warm smiles on their faces.
Zuo Chen called out the names of those who could be called out and went up to chat with them.
He couldn't call out their names, but he knew their seniority. He called them uncle and grandpa.
As for the others he didn't know, they basically wouldn't greet him, and Zuo Chen couldn't be bothered with them.
Uncle definitely knew him. After all, he had a good relationship with the villagers.
"Crackle…"
At this moment, the sound of firecrackers could be heard. It was like the firecrackers used during festivals…
The sound of cannons in the middle of the night made people shudder.
Zuo Chen subconsciously looked at the source of the firecrackers.
It was on the hill, inside the graveyard. Over there were the graves of the ancestors of the Zuo family and most of the villagers.
"Who's shooting?" Zuo Chen was stunned. Who would set off firecrackers in the middle of the night?
Could it be that someone was worshipping the ancestors?
Bullsh * t? Who was worshipping their ancestors in the middle of the night?
Subconsciously, Zuo Chen walked into the graveyard.
The moon was shining brightly tonight. With Zuo Chen's eyesight, he could see everything around him clearly.
Not long after, Zuo Chen climbed up the hill and looked around. He saw a figure kneeling in front of the grave. There were candles and incense sticks in front of him. There were also paper money burning around him. There was also white silk stuck on the grave.
In the air, there was also a smell of sulfur.
It was the smell of firecrackers exploding.
"Tsk, there really are people offering sacrifices to their ancestors."
Zuo Chen scratched his head and subconsciously looked at the figure kneeling and kowtowing. He frowned and asked,""Who's worshipping the ancestors in the middle of the night?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure suddenly turned his head and subconsciously looked at Zuo Chen.
A ferocious expression flashed across his face, and he quickly reacted."So it's Chen Wazi…"
"Second Uncle?" Zuo Chen was stunned as he looked at the man in front of him.
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