Chapter 1688 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (31)

Yu Moqian looked at the female ghost indifferently, and looked at the trembling door expressionlessly.

He reached out and opened the door directly.

There were howls in the door, and several terrifying heads appeared.

Both men and women, young men.

They crowded the door of the room densely, trying to get out of the door.

These are the eight lodgers who died in the hotel.

And to form such a weird formation, the corpse must still be there.

Bai Weiwei was being carried on Yu Moqian's back, just in time to see the heads of several ghosts screaming to come out.

She said she wanted to die.

Such a big grimace is so ugly that it is super abstract.

It's a ghost, and it's ugly.

Fear and resentment all took over.

Yu Moqian noticed that the little celestial master behind him was stiff, and seemed to be quite frightened.

He comforted: "Don't be afraid, it's just a few little innocent souls, nothing more."

After speaking, he stretched out his fingers, and the fingertips emitted a faint golden light. In the light, the boy's appearance looked extremely cold and handsome.

His black pupils were stained with light, and there was a layer of mist.

Fragility like cherry blossoms, and coldness like ice.

"There is no nostalgia in the world, there is no worry in everything, and the way of ghosts is opened."

The words just fell.

There was a terrible shaking sound from the ground.

The Nine Corpse Formation that gathered Yin Qi suddenly crumbled, and foul-smelling gray gas seeped out from the floor and the walls.

against the tremor of the ground.

Once it cracks and collapses here, the magic circle will disappear.

Yu Moqian carried Bai Weiwei on his back, without landing, he was directly floating in the void, his sleeves fluttering up.

And the vibration on the ground was getting bigger and bigger, until finally, the gas couldn't resist this terrible force.

Floors began to crumble and walls cracked.

A huge black iron door drilled out of the ground.

All the Yin Qi in the hotel was sucked in by the iron door, and the door opened slowly.

An endless, dark path emerges.

On both sides of the road are red flowers, scorching hot and gorgeous.

It is the other shore flower.

Bai Weiwei rested her chin on Yu Moqian's shoulder, opened her eyes, and couldn't help but say, "What is this?"

Yu Moqian's soft, warm breath came from Yu Moqian's icy cold ears.

The tips of his ears were a little red, and her temperature made him a bit human.

His voice softened, "It's nothing, a ghost road, once the ghost road is opened, any ghosts lingering in the world must go on the road."

Yu Moqian had just finished speaking.

Those innocent souls roared and were torn into the portal by a huge force.

There is no room for struggle.

Bai Weiwei suddenly hugged his neck tightly with both hands, her tone trembling, "You won't be taken away."

Yu Moqian was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that she would be worried about this in the first place.

His black eyes slightly curved, showing a gentle smile.

"No, I'm strong."

Strong enough to suppress a hundred ghosts.

All the innocent souls in the room were taken away, the gate of ghosts was slammed shut, and disappeared into the air.

The dark red in the room disappeared, revealing the dilapidated and dusty furnishings.

The walls are all cracked.

Cracked walls, broken floors.

They were all corpses.

Bai Weiwei finally knew why Yu Moqian was carrying her on his back, and was stuck in mid-air.

It turned out that whether it was the ground or the walls, there were rotting corpses hidden there.

If you step on it, the feeling of splashing out the corpse water will definitely be sour.

Yu Moqian didn't have any accidents, the magic circle was too dark, leaving the corpse in a half-decomposed state.