Chapter 72 The Yin People Take the Road to Meet the Dead

The men got up quickly and grabbed the single swords beside them.

This time, someone learned to be smart and didn't put the sword in a place where it would take a roll to get it.

"What's wrong, boss?" someone asked.

"There is a Yin person asking for passage. I hope he doesn't pass by the mountain god temple." Gao Zhe looked worried.

Yin people ask for passage, Yang people avoid it.

The men's faces changed drastically when they heard this.

Some people looked at Ji Chen, wondering if he had killed the mountain god and attracted the Yin people.

Ji Chen said nothing, wiped the blade with a cloth, and slowly put the knife back into the sheath.

He felt that there was something wrong with this mountain god temple, and even this world.

This was an intuition, and the problem should be with the mountain god and the Yin people.

The sound of the suona was getting closer and closer, and everyone heard it.

"This is, funeral music! "

The faces of the people changed again. Among all kinds of musical instruments, suona was the king. It was either to ascend to heaven or to worship.

The funeral music was certainly not a worship. There was only one possibility, either to send someone off or to receive the soul.

Moreover, the sound of the suona funeral music seemed to be coming from the mountain temple.

Suddenly, the door of the mountain temple burst open, and the wind blew in with snow.

An extremely cold breath invaded the entire mountain temple.

In an instant, everyone felt like falling into an ice cellar, and the two burning bonfires were extinguished in an instant.

Some ghosts entered the temple, but no one could see them.

Ji Chen visualized the bright moon in his eyes, and the shadow of the moon appeared in his eyes. He saw clearly that it was a group of gray ghosts, in a translucent state, carrying a black and white sedan chair.

There were more than twenty of these ghosts, Some held soul-calling banners, some held suonas, and some held mourning sticks.

Judging from their appearance, this was a group of people welcoming the dead.

The so-called people welcoming the dead were messengers who received the souls of the dead and led them to the underworld.

No wonder ordinary people couldn't see them. Once you saw them, it meant that you were already dead.

But Ji Chen was a little confused. This was not their job. This was the duty of the City God. This group of ghosts were obviously not under the command of the City God.

This group of ghosts completely ignored the existence of Ji Chen, Gao Zhe and others. The two ghosts holding soul-calling banners raised their soul-calling banners, and an extremely weak soul was summoned out of the broken image of the mountain god and floated towards the sedan chair.

At this moment, Ji Chen drew his knife.

"Yin!"

A knife thread that was invisible to the naked eye broke through the air, entangled the soul of the statue, rolled it back, and was held in Ji Chen's hand.

"How dare you! You dare to interfere with our welcoming of the dead, take my stick. "

One of the ghosts holding a mourning stick swung it at Ji Chen.

The mourning stick is also called the soul-beating stick. Even if the soul is not torn to pieces on the spot, the ghost will be out of the body.

Ji Chen visualized the bright moon in his hand, and a cluster of cold moonlight fire condensed in his hand.

As he slapped out with his palm, the cold moonlight fire turned into a palm and hit the ghost holding the mourning stick. The body of the ghost exploded like flour, and the cold moonlight fire burned up, burning the ghost clean in an instant.

Gao Zhe and a group of men stood aside and watched this scene in amazement.

Although they couldn't see the ghosts, they knew that Ji Chen and the ghosts had fought.

Who is this scholar?

Even the ghosts can fight.

At this time, one of the ghosts holding a suona spoke up, "What should we do if a living person prevents us from doing things in the underworld? "

"When a living person hits the Yin, it is like a foolish rabbit hitting a tree. It is food given by God. We should capture their souls and spirits and make them slaves." Another Yin person answered.

"Yin people borrow the road, Yang people avoid it. Since Yang people actively approach, we should capture their souls, seize their spirits, and suppress them in the soul sail."

A group of Yin people discussed how to capture his soul in front of Ji Chen, treating him as nothing.

Ji Chen said: "Which city god are you under?"

"City God Temple, what is that?" Someone said coldly.

"Understood!" Ji Chen nodded, "Since they are not under the command of the City God, they are the spirits gathering in the mountains and forests."

"People take up weapons to rebel, and spirits gather to plot treason. A group of mountain mandrills dare to pretend to be the underworld and summon souls to welcome the dead. This crime is equivalent to treason and should be executed! "

When the word 'punish' was like a signal, all the Yin people moved at the same time, Yin Qi swept and rolled in, Yin wind whistled, and the wronged spirits screamed.

In an instant, the whole mountain temple changed, like a faded painting, and instantly turned into black and white, black and white ink.

The sudden and strange painting style made Gao Zhe and other men feel uncomfortable. They felt as if they had stepped into an ink painting, and everyone became a character in the ink painting.

"Zou Yin!"

Gao Zhe was knowledgeable after all. He had heard of Zou Yin. The world in front of him seemed to be the same as the world described by those who walked Yin, black and white, between Yin and Yang.

"Yin! "

The sound of a knife whistling suddenly sounded, accompanied by the flash of a knife, and the sharp sound of the knife.

Ji Chen visualized the bright moon on the blade, and the blade of Pojun was shining with moonlight and cold fire. He followed the knife and took a step forward. The blade swept past, breaking the black and white picture in front of him, and a cold light passed through one of the Yin people holding the soul sail.

Ji Chen touched and left without even looking at it. He turned the blade and stepped back to chop. A Yin person who attacked from behind was cut in two by him. The moonlight and cold fire on the blade burned on the Yin person's body like a maggot on the heel.

Moonlight and cold fire are the only color in this black and white world.

Ji Chen turned the blade again and cut towards a patch of black mist. It was silent and there was only a flash of cold light.

In the black fog, a Yin person was beheaded by a knife, and the cold fire of moonlight burned from the place where the head was cut off, and burned out in an instant.

Ji Chen drew his knife again, and turned around without warning, and killed a Yin person who was about to get close to Ji Chen behind him.

The black fog became thicker and thicker, and was about to fill the entire mountain temple. The world that was originally black and white was about to turn into a thick black.

Gao Zhe and others felt a sense of urgency. He had an intuition that once the mountain temple turned completely black, there would be a great terror.

Ji Chen also noticed it. He entered the black fog with a knife and killed people everywhere. The shadow of the moon was floating in his eyes, and the black fog had no effect on him.

If ordinary people encounter Yin people, they may suffer a great loss, even if they are born with it. Their fighting style is extremely weird, and it is difficult for ordinary people to adapt.

But Ji Chen is different. He can visualize the sun and the moon. Whether it is the cold fire of moonlight or the true fire of the sun, they are all Yin evil nemesis.

Ji Chen kept drawing his knife, stepping, and his figure was erratic. It was more weird than the Yin person and difficult to grasp.

Every time the knife was swung, a Yin person was killed.

In just a moment, the Yin people were killed by Ji Chen.

The remaining Yin person saw that something was wrong and turned to flee. He arrived at the entrance of the mountain temple in a flash and was about to disappear into the darkness outside.

"Yin!"

The knife rang crisply, and the knife light suddenly turned on and off. The upper half of the Yin person's body slid down diagonally, and in an instant, it was burned to ashes by the cold fire of the moonlight.