Chapter 217 The little devil is quite charming!

Tangbianzi Village is backed by a mountain and next to a pond.

The pond is not big. The water source is mountain spring water from a high place. Due to the poor terrain, the water flows together to form a pond.

The existence of the pond brings a lot of convenience to the people in the village.

This is the origin of the name of Tangbianzi Village.

The village is not small, but it seems a bit empty due to its sparse population.

Some livestock were raised outside, mostly roosters, which were sent by families and tribes outside.

For witches and shamans, roosters are treasures. They sense the positive energy of heaven and earth from the sunrise all year round and can ward off evil spirits.

Able to fight against Yin energy.

Chicken can be used to fill your stomach.

Chicken heads, chicken tongues, and chicken bones are also common divination tools used by shamans.

Chicken blood can also be used as a material for performing witchcraft.

In addition, there are buckwheat handles, goat skin drums and other objects placed on the road that people must pass.
Go deeper.

The density of Yin energy increased rapidly, until the young man who was leading the two people was already feeling a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he had sufficient experience in this regard, so he slowed down his pace and tried hard to regulate his breathing.

Wang Yuanjing thought about it, called the young man, and under the latter's surprised gaze, he drew a talisman and stuck it behind him.

A warm current emanated from the talisman, and the boy soon found that the heaviness in his body was swept away.

Is this the Tongtian Talisman?

Tu Junfang watched this scene with interest and thought to himself.

The young man with the talisman affixed to his body resumed his pace and brought the two to a mud-brick house.

He took great pains to organize his words.

“Guizhu is inside.”

Then he ran in the direction he came from.

Wang Yuanjing looked around.

The entire Tangzibian Village is made up of a series of mud-brick houses, not much different from the one in front of the two men.

But this is not the deepest part of the village.

There is a secluded path on one side of the mud-brick house, and no one knows where it leads to.

Wang Yuanjing stopped for a while and knocked lightly on the wooden door twice.

After a few seconds.

The wooden door slowly opened, and a boy and a girl in strange costumes opened the door.

Compared with those teenagers outside, these two people have fairer and more delicate skin, and there are no rough calluses on their palms.

It's an alien! And he's quite powerful.

Wang Yuanjing made a judgment in his heart.

Judging from his age, he is most likely a descendant of the Ghost Lord.

When the girl saw Wang Yuanjing's handsome face, her eyes lit up involuntarily. She half-knelt down and performed a local etiquette towards the two men.

Wang Yuanjing followed suit and returned the greeting.

The young man and Tu Junfang looked indifferent, their attitudes formed a sharp contrast.

"What are the two distinguished guests here for?"

The girl's lively eyes rested on Wang Yuanjing, and she made a clear voice like an oriole.

Wang Yuanjing looked at her with some surprise.

I didn't expect this girl to speak such standard Chinese without any accent at all.

"We are strangers from the outside world, and we came here to meet your ghost master."

Wang Yuanjing said politely.

"Please come with me."

The girl nodded, turned around, and walked in front, twisting her slender waist.

The boy sighed and followed him.

"The little devil is quite charming"

Tu Junfang jokingly whispered that the corpse demon was an old hand and how could the girl's thoughts be hidden from his eyes.

Wang Yuanjing looked at him expressionlessly.

He took a step and followed the two people into the mud-brick house.

Walking into the house, Wang Yuanjing's first impression was that it was dark, very dark.

Although it was still daytime outside, the house was completely dark, relying on the faint light of candles.

He was surprised to find that the mud-brick house they were in was different from the houses outside. This house had no windows. The walls were covered with various spirit tablets.

In the Yi tradition, spirit tablets are supposed to be the incarnation of ancestral spirits, and outsiders are forbidden to approach or place unclean objects around them.

However, the Ghost Lord and the boy and girl in front of them did not remind the two of this.

interesting.
With the help of the dim light of candlelight, Wang Yuanjing looked at these spirit tablets with curiosity.

These spirit tablets seemed to be more than simple, and seemed to be connected to many things? Were they the ancestral spirits that the shamans spoke of?
After crossing the long corridor of spirit tablets, the two came to a square hall.

The hall was very empty, with only an armchair placed in the middle, its back facing the two of them.

From Wang Yuanjing's perspective, he could see a person sitting there, wearing the same clothes as the two boys and girls.

But the patterns on it are more delicate.

Is this the ghost master?

He secretly thought.

The girl pointed at the figure on the armchair, then turned around and gestured to the two of them.

"Thank you."

Wang Yuanjing thanked the two people who led the way.

The girl smiled.

"My name is Feng Xi."

Then he and the young man walked over the armchair and went into the passage at the back of the hall.

Wait until the two of them leave.

The ghost master sitting on the armchair stood up, slowly turned around, and revealed his true face.

It was a pale cheek, probably caused by not seeing the sun for many years.

There were faint wrinkles on his face, and judging from his appearance, he should be around fifty years old.

So young?

Wang Yuanjing was slightly surprised.

He thought that the Ghost Lord should be an elderly man, but he did not expect that he was about the same age as Tu Junfang standing next to him.

"You are here for the young man who was weeping at the grave."

A somewhat hoarse voice came out of the ghost master's mouth, and it was actually in Chinese.

And the standard was exactly the same as that of Feng Xi, the girl who led the way earlier.

As he spoke, a chill suddenly came from the house.

This ghost master is not simple
Wang Yuanjing subconsciously looked around, but couldn't find the source of the evil energy.

No.
Or perhaps the negative energy is coming from the entire house.

Wang Yuanjing made a judgment in his heart.

interesting.
He is worthy of being called the “Ghost Lord”!
"Yes, that man is our companion."

Wang Yuanjing replied.

"Then do you know what he did?"

Due to the influence of the environment, the ghost master's complexion looked a little gloomy.

“I don’t know the details.
"If he caused you any loss, we are willing to make full compensation."

Wang Yuanjing put forward his own conditions.

"pay?"

The ghost master looked strange.

"Yes."

Xue Fan came to capture the spirit, but was caught by the ghost master.

Then I just have to compensate them with a few more.

As for where to obtain this spirit
There are many evil spirits left in the northeast, so I will go there again after I come back from Nason Island.

It just so happened that Liu Kunsheng invited me to visit Northeast China last time.

Wang Yuanjing looked calm.

"I can't pay for it."

The ghost master shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

Wang Yuanjing's face turned cold.

Could it be that Tu Junfang and I were too late and Xue Fan was killed?
"It's no use for you to compensate us, because the man is not in our hands."

(End of this chapter)