Chapter 221 How does a new ghost compare to an old ghost?
Inside Yinshan Mountain.

Wang Yuanjing and Tu Junfang walked forward while searching.

The inside of the mountain is barren, with only various rocky slopes and a rugged ground.

The sky was foggy.
The bones and various fragments of utensils under my feet were becoming increasingly dense.

"It's really a dark land!"

Wang Yuanjing sighed.

Most people would be scared to death when they come to this place.

Tu Junfang looked calm:
"That guy Xue Fan, is he not dead?"

"He should be hiding somewhere. Even if he's dead, there should be a body, right?"

Wang Yuanjing answered without hesitation.

“Where is there any place to hide around here?

"And we didn't find the spirit you mentioned."

Despite this, Tu Junfang still looked alert.

The two men were walking one in front and the other behind, Wang Yuanjing in front and the corpse demon behind, and they were moving very slowly.

In such a strange and unfamiliar place, any carelessness may lead to serious consequences.

"In short, it's better to be careful."

Wang Yuanjing warned.

He didn't believe that the Ghost Lord's lineage would fight wits and courage with the air for so long.

The quieter it is here, the more terrifying the things hidden in the darkness.

The two walked all the way.

Finally, Wang Yuanjing, who was walking in front, seemed to have discovered something.

When he squinted his eyes to check, his expression suddenly became serious.

Tu Junfang noticed his abnormality and followed his gaze. He saw a vague outline in the foggy distance.

He asked hesitantly:
"Is that Xue Fan?"

Wang Yuanjing did not answer his question. The environment here obstructed his vision and the distance was too far for him to see clearly.

He walked forward slowly.

When the distance was shortened, he suddenly stopped.

"You wait here, I'll go over first."

After saying this, without waiting for Tu Junfang to react, he moved and disappeared from the spot.

When he appeared again, he had already reached within his sight, and the person standing in front of him was Xue Fan.

Xue Fan, with bloodshot eyes, held a stick in both hands, leaned against the cliff, and stared straight ahead.

There was a flash of excitement in his eyes when he saw Wang Yuanjing.

Then, as if he had thought of something, his pupils shrank and he opened his mouth to remind:

"small"

"boom!"

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from behind Wang Yuanjing, who was facing Xue Fan.

Behind him, the White Bone Bodhisattva appeared at some point in time, and a bony palm pressed a black figure to the ground.

"Cuckoo cuckoo cuckoo!"

Through the overwhelming yin energy, one could see a spirit with a bull's head and a human body.

However, at this moment it was being pressed to the ground, unable to struggle, and could only let out a shrill roar.

The White Bone Bodhisattva seemed to feel that the spirit of the bull-headed man was too noisy, and immediately stretched out his other hand.
He slapped the bull on the head.

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet. A hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes, and then she took a deep breath.

The bloodshot eyes became even more intense.

She loves this place!
"What do you want to say?"

Wang Yuanjing said calmly.

"Be careful."

Xue Fan hadn't yet reacted to the changes in front of him and looked confused.

"Where's your flag? Why is there only a pole left?"

Wang Yuanjing looked at the stick in Xue Fan's hand with a puzzled look on his face.
This question immediately brought tears to Xue Fan's eyes. He moved forward, hugged Wang Yuanjing's thighs, and started crying.

"It's so painful! It's so painful! You finally come to save me.

"If you're any later I'll hang up!

"."

Wang Yuanjing looked at Xue Fan, who had disheveled hair and a disheveled face.

This is the first time I feel this guy is crying so sincerely
At this time, Tu Junfang, who was standing in the distance, also came over. He looked at Xue Fan, who was crying while hugging Wang Yuanjing's thigh, and said coldly:

"Why are you crying? Get up and talk!"

Under the threat of the corpse demon, Xue Fan quickly got up and wiped the tears from his face:

“The pole was torn apart by that wizard outside!
“You two have to help me get revenge!

“All my relatives are dead”

Wang Yuanjing frowned and asked:
"Tell me what happened first?"

A trace of hatred flashed in Xue Fan's eyes, and he told the whole story in detail.

It's pretty much the same as what Tu Junfang said
This guy came from Shuzhong because he was about to cause trouble in the Tang Sect, and the spirits in his hands were almost dead from the previous battles.

So I came to Daliangshan to get some supplies.

After searching like a headless fly for a few days, he found that even in this place dominated by witches and sorcerers, it was not easy to find a suitable spirit.

In order to improve efficiency, he dispersed the spirit in the banner.

Spirits have the instinct to move towards Yin, and places with heavy Yin energy are more likely to give birth to powerful spirits.

But not long after, he discovered that a spirit in his banner had lost contact, so he followed the direction in which it disappeared.

"Then you found Tangbianzi Village and were captured?"

Wang Yuanjing raised his eyebrows.

The local shamans in Daliang Mountain all know that Tangbianzi Village is the territory of the ghost master and will not go there casually.

Only an outsider like Xue Fan would be so foolish as to run headfirst into it.

The man carrying the banner nodded.

"Then the question is, did you steal someone's spirit?"

Wang Yuanjing asked.

He is not omnipotent, so he will not do anything that is not reasonable.

If it was an unforgivable bastard, it would be fine, and killing him would be considered a good deed.

The ghost lord's lineage has guarded the Yinshan Mountain for so long and has done so much good deeds, so he really can't bring himself to do it.

"I stole it, and I didn't steal it."

Xue Fan replied.

"What do you mean by stealing and not stealing? You wanted to steal, but you didn't steal, right?"

Wang Yuanjing asked unhappily.

Xue Fan nodded awkwardly.

"I waited until nightfall to make my move, intending to go into the village first to explore the situation.

“In the end, I was caught red-handed and I couldn’t beat him.

“Any spirit that guy summons is stronger than mine.

"He asked me if I wanted to live, and I said yes, so he tore up my banner.

“And then I was thrown in here.”

"You are so poor at fighting that you are not qualified to compete with others?"

Wang Yuanjing reached out and patted Xue Fan hard on the head with a mocking look on his face.

Talk about playing with spirits.
This guy Xue Fan is not even qualified to carry other people's shoes.

According to the ghost master, the so-called Vasa is a spiritual body that can be passed down from generation to generation.

He didn't believe that this lineage of the Ghost Lord had been able to guard the Yinshan Mountain for so many years without some powerful spiritual bodies passed down from their ancestors.

What are those things on Xue Fan?
It’s easy to tell with your toes how a new ghost can compare with an old ghost.
Xue Fan was dazzled by Wang Yuanjing's slap, but he knew he was in the wrong, so he just said weakly:
"Then he doesn't have to tear up my banner! My uncle, aunt, grandparents are still in there!

“Now it’s all gone!
"And I've already mentioned both of your names. I've got to give some consideration to the Buddha, right?"

Hearing this, Wang Yuanjing and Tu Junfang looked at each other.

Sure enough, that guy was fishing and knew that the two of us were coming!
(End of this chapter)