Chapter 220 The origin of the Ghost Lord’s lineage!

"So he just let us come?"

Tu Junfang touched his chin and finally reacted.

"But this doesn't match the information I got."

According to the Bimo, this Ghost Lord is a man of high moral character and prestige.

“It’s just a beautifying statement.

But all this is just my guess, and we will have to wait until we clean this place up to find out the rest."

Wang Yuanjing shook his head.

Once all the prisoners in this evil spirit cage have been cleared out, the ghost master who serves as the key will naturally be freed.

Then we can go out.

"Are you sure?"

Tu Junfang asked hesitantly.

He knew that Wang Yuanjing's current cultivation was higher than his own, but this was, after all, a difficult problem that had troubled the entire Daliang Mountain witches and countless generations of ghost masters.

Otherwise, the ghost master would not have pushed this matter onto the two of them.

"They come, the security."

A hint of joy flashed in Wang Yuanjing's eyes.

Now that we have set foot on the road to the underworld and entered this land of evil spirits, we will inevitably imitate the monkey and make a big fuss.

Besides, he was very curious about this place.

The changes seem to be somewhat different from Zhuge Kongming's inner scene.

"Let's go in and take a look. Let's find Xue Fan first."

After saying that, he took the lead and walked forward.

Tu Junfang didn't say much and followed him.

walked for a while
Wang Yuanjing suddenly stopped, squatted down, picked up a piece of black pottery, and fell into deep thought.

"Is this the container that witches use to perform the magic of covering up ghosts?"

Then, as we go further back, the number of pottery fragments increases, and even some relatively complete vessels begin to appear.

This made him secretly smack his lips.

So many? How many of these witches and shamans were crammed in?

If what I guessed is true, the value of these outstanding people who survived to the end would be greatly improved!
Tangbianzi Village.

The ghost master opened the wooden door of the mud-brick house, and the many spirit tablets hanging on the entrance corridor lit up one by one.

Ignoring the unusual movements of the spirit tablets, he returned to the armchair and sat on it.

He looked a little tired.

"Ada."

The girl Feng Xi came out from the other side, looking a little worried.

The ghost master did not reply, his expression was dazed.

"Can those two really succeed?"

Feng Xi asked expectantly.

"Who knows? They chose it themselves anyway."

The hoarse voice sounded again, and the Ghost Lord shook his head.

“It’s all because those guys were unwilling to help.

"Ada, you were away for just a short while, and I got so nervous, afraid that you would run away.

"What Feng family?
"I bother!"

Feng Xi glanced hatefully at the corridor of spirit tablets in front of him.

The other end of these spirit tablets are connected to all the witch families in Daliang Mountain, in order to monitor the ghost master.

Once the ghost master in the house walks out of this room, the spirit tablet will be automatically triggered and contact the witches on the other side.

The shamans of Liangshan use this method to monitor the ghost master to ensure that there are no problems in the entire Yinshan Mountain.

"Feng Xi!"

The ghost master looked furious.

"That's how it was. The Feng Clan was just forced upon us by them."

The girl said with some dissatisfaction. In a broad sense, the earliest witch was Nuwa, and the earliest shaman was Fuxi.

Wizards in the early days of civilization were not only the holders of knowledge, but also the founders of civilization and the first class to ascend the throne.

But if we talk about this
There are countless people in this world who are descendants of witches.

The shamans in Daliang Mountain are called Bimos and Suni, but these people are not shamans.

It is nothing more than a civilization based on ethnic groups and tribes that was rebuilt by picking up some of the dregs of ancient civilizations. It is a product of totem and demon worship.

What they worshipped was not Fuxi or Nuwa, but the ancestor of Bimos.

Legend has it that Bimo's ancestor was a divine man who governed heaven and earth. In ancient times, the gods sent him down to earth to recite scriptures for several days and nights.

He performed the ritual three times. The first time, he extinguished six of the seven suns in the sky. Then, six months later, he extinguished five of the seven suns, allowing all things on earth to grow.

The second time, the storm on the earth was stopped, and the universe, which was once dark in the sky, unclear in the sunrise, dim in the moonlight, with the earth spinning and the hills flying, became clear.

The third time the flood was stopped, the universe returned to its original state, and mankind was able to revive.

Look!
These are the so-called witches.
Even the myth has changed, and you still have the nerve to throw the name of Feng family to them.

"Ugh!"

The ghost master sighed deeply and said nothing more.

He encouraged his daughter.

"Maybe it will work. I think the young man who came today is no ordinary person!"

The girl did not intend to eat this cake, and suddenly said to the ghost master:

"Ada, why don't we run away, just like the Feng Tianyang you mentioned, and escape from here."

The ghost master shook his head and corrected:

"Feng Tianyang didn't escape, he went out to find a way out for our Ghost Lord lineage.

Besides, after that incident, the witch families outside have become more strict in their supervision of us.

If I had come back any later, I'm afraid they would have come to kill me."

The girl snorted, feeling disdainful.

If he didn't run away, why didn't he come back in all these years?
"Those people are busy fighting their enemies! How can they care about us?"

After saying this, the girl left angrily.

In the early days, fights for revenge often occurred between the Yi families in Liangshan.

On the eve of fighting an enemy, the Bimo in the family would call everyone in the family together to talk about the history of the family branch and the hatred with other branches.

After the girl left
The Ghost Lord was the only one left in the empty hall again. He sat on the armchair, his head tilted towards the ceiling, his eyes dull.

"Did you hear everything?"

The boy walked out from the shadows with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Would you blame me?"

The ghost master asked.

"No wonder, if you hadn't taken me in, I would have died in the snowstorm.

"Let my sister go out."

The young man looked in the direction where Feng Xi left, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

The ghost master looked at the young man, and a sudden sadness surged in his heart.

At such an age, he has to be imprisoned here for the rest of his life like me, never seeing the sun.

"You should have let those two take A-mei out."

The boy said.

The ghost master pondered for a while, and finally said slowly:
"It's been a long time since we, the Feng clan, have had any new additions, right?

"Don't worry, they will agree."

In Liangshan, there are only two types of people with the surname Feng.

One type is the descendants of their ghost master.

The other type is the shamans who are to enter Yinshan to carry out cleansing work. These people will also be given the surname Feng.

The ghost master wanted to use this method to buy his daughter's freedom.

Besides, he didn't lie.
Those two people are really not simple, especially the young man who is leading them.

Maybe they can really deal with what's inside?

(End of this chapter)