In front of me, the whole picture of an ancient water town gradually appeared. The long water shoreline was built with countless irregular granite, and it was filled with soil, which was almost two meters high.

All the architectural styles are unified and built beside the water. They are similar to the tile houses in our village, but there are also obvious differences. Most of the buildings in our village rarely maintain their original appearance after renovation, and they are less than a hundred years old. The houses in this ghost town are ancient and old. The main body is a wooden structure, with high second-order blue brick horse head walls on both sides, and a kiss-shaped seat head at the top. The roof is higher than the horse head wall. The edges are soft and smooth, covered with black tiles, which blend with the night color. However, most of them are old, and the walls are mottled, like large molted faces. It seems to have been abandoned for a long time, and some have even collapsed, leaving only ruins. Wooden brackets stand like skeletons, which are very desolate and weird in the night.

There is a river channel on the central axis of the ghost city, which can barely pass through four black-sailed boats side by side. This is also the only entrance we have to penetrate deep into the ghost city. Looking along the river channel into the ghost city, several stone bridge-shaped black shadows are in sight, like bloody mouths waiting for us to enter.

The water shoreline of the ghost city stretches for miles and is boundless. It is hard to imagine that the ancient town of such a large scale is completely abandoned and uninhabited. What is even more creepy is that under the eaves of each house, there are lanterns made of white paper hanging under the eaves, like pale skulls, looking at the yin energy.

What happened here has turned from an ancient town in Jiangnan into a dilapidated ghost town.

The boat was still moving forward slowly, and several nearby ships were gathering towards the entrance of the river. I felt a chill on my back and instantly got goose bumps. I always felt that the ghost town in front of me seemed to have something very terrifying, which made me frightened.

Soon, we entered the central axis river channel, and three ships had already entered the ghost town before we had already entered the ghost town. We entered side by side with another black-sailed boat that was picking up people. Lao Qian and the man from the Yin-Ferry also met. The two greeted each other and continued to go deeper into the ghost town together. At this time, I could see clearly that the eaves were round white paper lanterns without any trace of damage. It seemed that the age was not far away. Could it be that someone would change them regularly?

Looking at the ancient buildings up close, most of the houses have doors and windows, like terrified faces, but the inside is empty, black as if it were, many of them have been decayed and damaged, and even some beams and pillars have been bent or even broken. The whole house is shaking and impossible to live in. Perhaps this is why it fits the name of a ghost town.

We passed the first river pier and I saw that the two ships in front were docked on the shore. The man from the Yin Dynasty opened the curtain and carried the soul-guiding lamp in his hand while chanting an obscure spell, and walked up the steps. I could see nothing behind him, but I could also guess that some ghosts should be followed.

The whole scene was very strange. A man led the way in front, but there was not even a shadow behind him. Until the Duyin man stood on the shore, he turned around and stared at the air on the stone steps, his head swayed slightly from left to right, as if he was seriously counting the number of people. The whole process was like a one-man show of Duyin man, full of strange atmosphere. Until the end, the green soul-sucking lamp in the Duyin man's hand suddenly went out, and we knew that he had finished his work.

After passing a quaint stone bridge, we also arrived at the destination, and the boat we were traveling with was docked on the other side. Lao Qian picked up the rope and jumped off the boat, tied the rope to the shore, and said, "Old Wu, Master Sun, come down, come."

I was outside the tent and jumped off the boat first and turned around to wait for my master and grandfather.

At this moment, a man also came out of the ship on the other side. He jumped off the boat and stood still. He was just opposite to me. He was a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, but just one eye contact, his unruly gaze deeply stabbed me.

There is a saying that some people are born to look at people with their nostrils, and that is the case with the young man on the other side! It gives people the urge to go up and punch his nose immediately.

The moment he saw me, he was slightly surprised, but immediately looked away, because someone came down from the boat again, this time it was a middle-aged man with a mustache, a thin face, and a dragon-headed crutch in his hand. He limped while walking. The young man went up to help him. I actually found that the two were very similar, as if they were father and son.

I noticed that the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at me. His eyes were even colder than that winter night, and he also had a kind of disdain like looking at an ant.

However, as Grandpa Gan appeared in his sight, his eyes suddenly showed a hint of surprise and awe, and he hurriedly led the young man to disappear into the night of the alley.

Grandpa Gan also turned around and looked over there, but the person was gone.

I don’t know what it would feel like to be seen from behind by others, but seeing that both middle-aged and grandpa Gan showed extraordinary perceptions, I realized that even a person with ability would notice something even if he had a look, how terrifying alert this was.

If you want me, I may not notice it even if I am targeted by a hungry wolf.

When we got off the boat, Lao Qian told us that he was waiting for us here, and specifically told us that we must leave before dawn, otherwise we would be lost in the ghost town forever.

Both the master and Grandpa Gan knew the rules of the ghost city very well, but Lao Qian still repeatedly reminded him, which shows his importance.

We walked into the disrepaired bluestone road in the ghost town, covered with a thick layer of moss and dewdrops, which could easily slip when stepped on.

I thought the gatherings should be crowded with traffic and full of prosperity. However, the scenery in front of me was beyond words. Even if the person who had arrived on the shore like us, he would soon disappear into the shadow of the broken walls.

In such a place, how can the master find what he wants?

I was about to ask my master, but I saw him taking the lead into a alley, and I hurriedly followed.

The alley was not long. When I walked through two houses, I saw that there were only doors like a huge abyss on both sides of the street, with pale lanterns hanging, and the fire was also pale, shaking gently in the wind. There were only a few scattered stars, flashing with orange fire. But I found that each lantern had traditional Chinese characters written on it.

The master looked around and saw the door of the house with the word "query" written on the lantern at the door. He immediately came to the door and then went straight into the darkness. I followed closely and entered a place where I could not see my fingers. In a few steps, I kissed the master's butt.

Then, I saw a pale candlelight in the darkness, illuminating a small space. It was only then that I could see clearly that we were standing in front of a counter, where a man was about fifty years old, but his face was pale, his eyes were like black holes, his eyes were not eyeballs, his tongue was drooping, and half cut off. His bloody broken mouth made people feel goosebumps all over his body.

This is a ghost!

I hid behind my master, afraid of meeting his eyes, but who knows who his black eyes are looking at!

The master took out an old piece of paper from his pocket, which seemed to have words on it. The paper was soft and rough, a bit like straw paper for use in the toilet, and showed it to the ghost, and then asked him directly: "I want to know where this piece of paper comes from."

The ghost glanced at it, put a piece of yellow paper money on the table, spread his palms and five fingers.

Without saying a word, the master took out a stack of paper money and placed it on the table, saying, "No more or less, you can count."

With a move of the ghost, the paper money on the table instantly turned into ashes, and even the burning flames were not seen. In the blink of an eye, it turned into ashes, and the wind blew, scattered all over the ground. In the ghost's hand, there was a handful of shiny copper coins, which were just translucent and not real objects.

Then he took out a piece of paper, wrote and painted it on the paper with his fingers, and handed it to the master after finishing it. The master took it over and took it for a look and left.

When I left the door, I flashed in the light. I looked up and found that the two lights at the door were turned off after we entered. As soon as we left the door, they lit up again.

The master looked up and pointed to a tallest seventh-story pagoda in the distance and said, "Let's go there."

We walked all the way again. This time, we finally met a man carrying a big bag on the road, with a round face and beard all over his face. As soon as we saw us, we waved excitedly: "A few big guys, do you want the goods? The goods here are cheap and can bargain!"

As a result, the master was eager to take action and ignored him at all.

We quickly arrived under the seven-story pagoda, which was the only unique building in the entire ghost town. However, the same thing is that the door is closed and two white paper lanterns are hung at the door, emitting a faint white light. However, the lanterns are very large and rectangular, and the words written on them are a big "典".

The master paused and said, "This is where the city lord is. Be careful when you go in later. No ghost city lord is a good master."

As soon as the master finished speaking, the closed door suddenly opened with a creak, and the darkness like an abyss inside slowly overflowed.

My heart wrinkled, and I felt an invisible pressure coming towards me, as if a mountain was standing in front of me.

The master held my hand, calmed down, and raised his legs and stepped in.

As soon as we entered the tower, the door behind us closed with a bang, which scared me almost jumped up.

Immediately afterwards, six oil lamps suddenly lit up around, and the pale fire suddenly shone the entire layer into a translucent light.

I saw a man standing in the center of the hexagonal space, wearing a blue-black Taoist robe, with a bun on his head, a whisk slinging his waist, silver silk is vertical like a ponytail, and an emerald emerald inlaid at the end of the whisk.

The moment I saw the Taoist robe, I was surprised and happy. Fortunately, it was a person! It was not a monster with visual impact, but the aura I felt at the door just now was emitted by this person? Moreover, why would a son of a Taoist sect become the lord of a ghost city?

The man had a pale face, but had a nose and eyes, a long beard on his chin and his chest drooped. He had a sickly handsome look, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his glittered. He looked at his master and grandpa, and seemed to have a flash of lightning.

The master and Grandpa Gan were also slightly shocked, and then they heard Grandpa Gan whisper behind him: "Ghost Cultivation!"

What is a ghost cultivator? Later, Grandpa Gan told me that it is a state of cultivation that can be achieved by using magic to protect one's soul and soul after death. After the death of a person with Taoism, he can practice in the world. While being washed by the Yin wind, he can improve his own cultivation by absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, resist the damage of the Yin wind, and constantly temper his soul. Over time, it can be as long as a hundred years or as many as a thousand years. Whenever the ghost cultivator is achieved, he can not only get rid of the pain of the ghost sun and the moon being washed by the Yin wind, but also like an ordinary person, his hands can speak loudly, and his own cultivation is even more powerful figures who are comparable to countless masters in the world.

Such a person is so terrible. Simply put, it is because the master and Grandpa Gan are joining forces to deal with him, and perhaps they still have a try.

You can tell from the awe in the eyes of Master and Grandpa Gan’s eyes that his power is. However, when facing such people, Master and Grandpa Gan are not afraid. After all, they are also people with extraordinary experiences, and they only show a kind of respect, just like looking at seniors.

"What are you looking for here?" he asked, his voice echoing throughout the space like a bell and big bell.

The master handed over the rough piece of paper just now, and the man took it, took a look, and said, "This is my paper, it turns out it is him, so what you want is "The Record of the Hundred Years of Catastrophe"?"
Chapter completed!