Chapter 820 Master, You Touched My Face

In the mountain forest, as the aunt said, the trees are tall, obscuring the sky and the sun, and there are fallen leaves on the ground. Drilled out, emerald green, full of vitality.

Mencius' old pair of boots stepped on them, making a crunching sound, and the leaves were crushed.

"Master, this forest is very beautiful, but it is a little gloomy." Nan Xun said.

Meng Ziyi's face was expressionless: "No matter how beautiful I am, I can't see it."

"Then let me tell it to the master. There are many big trees here, their branches are lush, their green leaves are like jasper, and the sun shines through the cracks in the trees, casting light and shadows cut by the leaves on the ground, with the gust of wind, light swaying gently..."

Hualing's voice was already soft and pleasant, and she deliberately kept it softer, and her voice sounded more comfortable.

After Meng Ziyi heard her description, a landscape was automatically generated in his mind.

Indeed...beautiful.

I haven't seen such a beautiful scenery in a long time.

The soft and soothing voice continued: "The light cut by the leaves hit the master's body and face, making the master's stern face look much softer, and a small light spot happened to fall on the master's boots, illuminating the The one at the thumb... hole, poof! Hahaha..."

Mencius:  …

I thought it was a little demon who only made people feel relieved, but I never thought that I would be so bold, and even dared to joke about him.

Meng Ziyi subconsciously shrank his big toe, which was about to burst out of the hole, with a rare trace of embarrassment.

"Master, this forest is very big, and the road is not early, so be careful yourself."

Meng Ziyi hummed.

After walking for a long time, the surrounding wind seemed to be stronger, and it was very cold.

Meng Ziyi's brows furrowed slightly.

The yin here is heavier than he imagined.

"Master, why are there... ghost trees here?" Nan Xun's somewhat surprised voice sounded.

Meng Ziyi raised his eyebrows slightly, "You still know the ghost tree?"

Nan Xun explained: "There was a master who liked to study Feng Shui before, and I learned some fur."

Of course, this is Nanxun's nonsense. Her Feng Shui knowledge is all learned from her ancestors. Although she has only studied for a few years, she is diligent. She has read all the books of her ancestors.

Sanghuai and willow are the four major ghost trees and also the four shade trees. From the perspective of Feng Shui, no mulberry is planted in the front, no willow is planted in the back, and no ghost clap is planted in the courtyard. The ghost clap is a poplar tree. The sound was clattering like a ghost clapping.

Among these kinds of trees, the locust tree is the most attractive for ghosts, because it is a ghost in the tree, and the yin is heavy, and the large tree tumor on its body is a good place for ghosts.

"Master, does the locust tree really recruit ghosts?" Nan Xun pretended to have a half-knowledge and asked for advice humbly.

Hearing her question, Meng Ziyi's voice was still flat, but it was much calmer than before: "There is no absolute in everything, such as the locust tree, although it is a wood ghost, a person with good character can use it to seek high officials and honor. Lu, although the willow tree is cloudy, it can sometimes ward off evil like the peach tree, and the willow tree itself is one of the twenty-eight constellations. Sometimes the auspicious tree and the evil tree can be transformed into each other, which is related to human life.”

Nan Xun asked with a smile, "Master also understands Feng Shui?"

Mencius Ziyi: "For a demon hunter, these are just common sense. We only catch demons, but we won't help people arrange feng shui."

Nan Xun: "Master knows a lot."

Meng Ziyi paused for a moment, then continued to walk inside. As he went deeper, the wind around him became colder and colder.

"Master, I think it's a bit strange here." Nan Xun whispered, "There are many willows and locust trees here. Could it be that Miss Mei was hanged on the locust tree?"

Meng Ziyi's voice was slightly deep, "Her death was obviously planned. She was looking forward to turning into a ghost after her death, and of course she would pick the ghost locust to hang herself."

"Master, I always feel that the truth is not what the aunt said. If this Specter has grievances, can we help her?"

When Meng Ziyi heard this, his voice became even colder, "I don't care if she is wronged or not, she has hurt so many people, she should be killed!"

Nan Xun whispered: "Then... help her settle her grievance before killing her?"

Meng Ziyi sneered: "You are kind."

Nan Xun took it as if he had agreed, and immediately said, "Thank you, Master!"

Mencius:  …

When did he agree?

"Master!" Nan Xun suddenly screamed in horror, "Just now a red shadow passed by behind you!"

Meng Ziyi hummed calmly, "I know, it's already at the place where she was hanged."

Nan Xun looked at it and found that Meng Ziyi was already standing under a ghost tree.

This ghost locust tree is taller than the other trees next to it, and there is a sturdy branch in front of it, which should be the crooked-neck tree that the aunt said.

I just didn't expect that this crooked-neck tree is a ghost locust, or such a large ghost locust.

This ghost locust is very strange. There are especially many nodules on the bark, and each nodule has a thick or light evil spirit attached to it.

Nan Xun told what he had seen, and Meng Ziyi sneered, "You don't need to say that I also felt it. I thought that this savage murderer was because of resentment and anger at others, but now it seems that I underestimate her, she is raising evil, This will enhance your own conduct.”

As soon as Meng Ziyi finished saying this, the locust tree in front of him swayed gently, the leaves made rustling noises, and bursts of cries came from the tree, "Woooo, woohoo..."

The gloomy wind blows, and Sen is cold.

Nan Xun's scalp felt numb.

Meng Ziyi suddenly grabbed the scabbard and pulled out the Demon Slayer Sword.

Nan Xun whispered: "Master, you touched my face!"

Meng Ziyi's hand that was holding the scabbard couldn't help shaking, and he almost threw the scabbard out. He put the scabbard on the ground, then raised the demon-slaying knife in his right hand, and slashed diagonally at the tumor on the ghost locust tree.

"what--"

The moment the tumor was cut off, Nan Xun heard a man's scream.

But after listening carefully, it seemed that there was still a soft cry, but the voice was extremely short, and it was blocked by the scream, so it was not real, and people thought it was an illusion.

"Master, why is this tree tumor screaming?" asked the scabbard lying on the ground.

Mencius said lightly: "It's the ghosts raised by the ghosts from the ghosts of dead villagers. They have no chance to be reincarnated. I just stabbed them to release them."

Nan Xun: Yes, but this method of liberation is really simple and crude.

Mencius cut down six nodules in a row, and heard six shrill screams.

Nan Xun's feelings towards that specter became complicated. Even if you have grievances, you can't kill other innocent villagers. No, it's not killing. It just makes people lose the chance to be reincarnated as a human being. too much.

When Meng Ziyi was about to cut off the seventh nodule, a gust of wind came from behind him, and a red shadow opened its five claws and grabbed Meng Ziyi's back.

Before Nan Xun could remind him, Meng Ziyi had already turned around abruptly, throwing a talisman in his hand towards her.

The talisman hit her chest, making a piercing sound, and the red-clothed female ghost screamed and was frozen in place.