Chapter 420 Finding the Trace

Ye Tian never expected that Old Ghost You Ming and Xu Wenmao could follow Hong Sheng's aura and finally find that village.

Not only that, but the old ghost Youming also verified the horror of the bone-corrupting spirit ants through the severed limbs of the bone-corroding spirit ants that he ignored on the ground. The body is comparable to gold and iron, and the thin claws are as sharp as blades. Terrible spirit insect.

If Ye Tian knew at the time that this little clue would eventually reveal the trump card of the Bone Erosion Spirit Ant in his hand, he would have carefully cleaned up the ground at that time without leaving any traces.

"Hong Sheng died here. His aura was completely cut off when he got here. We can only look for that person by ourselves for the rest of the time." The old ghost You Ming waved his hand to put away the green flag, and said quietly.

"Dharma King Nether, the country of Yan has a vast territory, how should we find it?" Xu Wenmao couldn't help but feel distressed. Today's Wuri Sect leads the army of Cangyue in the north to fight against the country of Yan at the border.

The two sides have now become a deep hatred, so it is not easy to find someone in the territory of Yan country at this time?

Not to mention whether this person can be found, Xu Wenmao even felt that as long as he appeared in front of the monks of Yan Kingdom, he might be attacked by the crowd.

This is not looking for a needle in a haystack.

But to find a needle in the wind and waves.

"How to find it? Is there an old man who can teach you?" Old Ghost Youming glanced coldly at Xu Wenmao, and said in a deep voice: "Do you still remember who heard the Weeping Blood Golden Bell and the Phantom Immortal Voice to the ears of the suzerain? "

"Six Devils of Xiyu!" Xu Wenmao's eyes lit up immediately, and he immediately understood.

"That's right, the Six Demons of Xiyu have always done evil, but at this moment they would rather spread the news about the Weeping Blood Golden Bell. Presumably they already know the news about the murder of Hong Sheng, otherwise, why don't they go by themselves for such a good opportunity?" He snatched the Weeping Blood Golden Bell, but chose to borrow a knife to kill someone." Said the old ghost.

"That's right, why did you say it?" Xu Wenmao was startled for a moment, but was still puzzled. By doing this, the Six Demons of West Island simply pushed the fat that reached their mouths to others for nothing.

"It's the old man who is asking you!" The old ghost You Ming said in a stern voice.

"Dharma King Youming, my subordinates can't guess... I'm afraid there are other people who know the existence of the Weeping Blood Golden Bell?" Xu Wenmao was in a hurry, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he said immediately.

"In this way, it makes sense." The old ghost You Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a creepy laugh.

Seeing this, Xu Wenmao was finally relieved.

"Let's go, let's find some villages that were destroyed overnight, maybe we can find information about the Six Devils of Xiyu there, maybe we can find the person who killed Hong Sheng as soon as possible." The old ghost You Ming said coldly As he spoke, he took out a piece of parchment from the storage bag.

I saw a map outlined with simple lines on it, except for the names of some large cities written on it, and the surrounding mountains are replaced by wavy lines. The red marking points on the top are scattered around the city village.

According to the records on the map, the nearest village is eighty miles to the southeast.

The old ghost of Youming compared carefully again, then put away the map and hurried to the southeast.

Xu Wenmao followed behind the ghost of You Ming without saying a word.

The setting sun is like blood, and the sky is full of red, but the stuffy air in the air is much less.

The two walked for more than seventy miles in one breath, and a wide official road suddenly appeared in front of them. Even if several carriages ran side by side, it seemed more than enough.

Perhaps it was cooler in the afternoon, and there were many traces of pedestrians on the official road.

The old ghost Youming looked east along the official road, and at the end of his vision, a group of people were walking towards each other under the shade of trees on both sides of the official road. Their pace was not fast, but they did not stop for a moment.

"Xu Wenmao, go ask them first, and report to the old man quickly if you have any news." The You Ming old ghost knew that his appearance was not suitable for seeing people, so he hid his body in the dark robe and walked to the outside of the official road. Walk in the shade.

"The subordinate will go right away." Xu Wenmao clasped his fists and said.

"Remember, don't scare these ordinary people, lest they hide something." The old ghost of You Ming asked again.

Not long after, Xu Wenmao met a group of people walking towards him. When I saw it from a distance, I didn’t think there were many people on the other side, but now I realized that there were more than 20 people walking towards me, including old and young, women, children and middle-aged laborers. No matter how they looked, they looked like a big family. The family moved.

Walking in the front was an old man with a gray beard, his body was still very strong, and after walking for a few miles, his face was not red and he was not panting, and his health was better than those of the women.

"Old man, where are you going?" Xu Wenmao asked softly with a rare kind smile.

The children in the crowd hid behind the two women, staring at Xu Wenmao's bearded face secretly with a pair of dark eyes.

"Take one step at a time, it's better than staying in the village and waiting to die." The old man smiled wryly.

As soon as the words fell, several women in coarse clothes seemed to think of something, and cried loudly with their children in their arms. It seemed that there was something unspeakable that forced them to move their families.

"Xiaoli Village became ruins overnight." One of the middle-aged men was trembling all over, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Isn't that right? I heard that everyone died, and some immortals appeared later, but they left in a hurry without saying anything." After speaking, a woman burst into sobbing tears.

"Our Zhangzhuang is fifty miles southwest of Xiaoli Village. Such a small distance is nothing to the immortals. Maybe Zhangzhuang will be the next village to disappear. Therefore, we plan to go to relatives in other places and go farther away. .” The middle-aged man comforted the crying child, then sighed authentically.

"My friend, the little old man advises you to go back quickly, so as not to lose your life in the past." The old man also persuaded.

"Old man, do you know how the people in Xiaoli Village died?" The smile on Xu Wenmao's face was more sincere, but it was always weird to match his beard.

"I don't know, I don't know." The old man waved his hands repeatedly and shook his head.

"Brother, you'd better go back quickly, that's really not where you should go." The former middle-aged man persuaded him kindly.

"Grandpa, grandpa, didn't the dog in the east of the village say that a female ghost appeared..." one of the boys suddenly shouted.

"Shut up!" The old man slapped the boy's face with his backhand, leaving deep five-finger red marks.

"Is there a female ghost?"

Xu Wenmao heard something from the boy's mouth, his eyes flickered.

"Don't listen to this child's nonsense." The old man immediately denied it, but his eyes were a little dodgy.

Afterwards, the old man bypassed Xu Wenmao, shook his head and continued on his way with a sigh.

The cries of the child and the woman stopped abruptly.

At this time, their complexions turned pale instantly, and the young and middle-aged people did not speak, like frightened birds, they almost ran away from Xu Wenmao at the fastest speed.

Faced with a strong life-and-death crisis, everyone ran away without saying a word.

The two youngest children were only three or four years old. They staggered when they ran, their calves gave way, and they fell to the ground, crying profusely.

Immediately afterwards, the old man walking in the front suddenly saw the bearded man, who was holding a silent child with tears on his face.

"Old man, I still haven't asked clearly. What is that female ghost?" Xu Wenmao's voice fell coldly.

"you!"

The old man looked at his dead grandson in astonishment, then thought of something, and looked back immediately.

His son, daughter-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter were all standing there motionless at the moment. A black matte rope wrapped them around their necks and tied them together again. Even their expressions were forever frozen in horror.

"You killed it today!"

Seeing that all his family members were dead, the old man's eyes turned red immediately, trembling and speechless.

"Since the old man doesn't want to answer, I have no choice but to do it." Xu Wenmao said with a half-smile, and at the same moment, a dark blue flame burst out from the black and dull rope.

The moment the faint blue flame appeared, the bodies of those bound by the black ropes instantly turned into smoke and dissipated.

The old man was stunned for a long time, with tears streaming down his face.

In his cognition, this is clearly the method of the gods, but the gods of those sects should not take care of the lives of ordinary people, why would there be such a poisonous hand against his family?

After a while, the black and dull rope fell into Xu Wenmao's hands, and at the same time, the faint blue flames on it flashed past, and the child in Xu Wenmao's hand disappeared without leaving a trace.

"Kill me too!" The old man was trembling all over, his body was half cold, and he closed his eyes at this moment, wishing only to die.

"What is that female ghost?" Xu Wenmao asked.

"It's just a rumor that came from nowhere. The children said that only because they were afraid, and you killed them because of it. The little old man will fight with you!" Xu Wenmao's neck.

"Hmph, it's a waste of effort!"

Xu Wenmao smiled coldly, and the black rope in his hand was wrapped around the old man's neck in an instant, directly hanging it in the air.

"Tell me, are there any other villages around Xiaoli Village that have been destroyed?" The Youming old ghost who was hiding on the other side of the official road quietly appeared.

"Little old man, even if he knows, he won't tell you!" The old man's face was grim, and he stared at the two of them.

"Then you go to die!" Old Ghost You Ming said gloomyly.

The next moment, the banner in the hand of the old ghost of Youming suddenly spewed out a dark green smoke, which directly penetrated into the old man's mouth and nose, and then the old man's body quickly shriveled and dried up, and finally turned into a white ghost covered by the smoke. Pulled into the banner, suddenly the banner flashed with dark green light.

"It can be regarded as a good resentful soul." The old ghost waved away the flag, and when he pinched the magic formula, he saw a skeleton that was very similar to the face of the old man just now on the green flag surface.

You Ming old ghost muttered something, and then he saw his brows wrinkled together, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Things are probably the same as what he said. There is no female ghost. It seems that we need to go to Xiaoli Village ourselves. Maybe we can find some clues there." The old ghost Youming sighed softly, and took out the sheepskin from the storage bag A paper map identified the location of Xiaoli Village.