Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

"It's a ghost at night!"

Ji Yuan clasped the square table with his right hand and slammed it up.

The blood-red noodle soup and finger-like wontons scattered all over the ground.

After that, he suddenly got up.

Those cold and stern eyes swept away, like an electric light, which was extremely intimidating.

at once!

The pale old man was startled.

The peddler, the pedestrians passing by, the little girl selling flowers... I wanted to swarm up and surround me.

Seeing Ji Yuan was not easy to mess with, he quickly took a few steps back.

If it were an ordinary person who saw an old ghost who made wontons with blood and flesh, I was afraid that he would be scared to the point of shit.

Ji Yuan was different, he didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, instead he exuded a vicious aura.

He knows that ghosts are afraid of wicked people. As long as his qi and blood are stronger and his momentum is more abundant, evil things can't get close to him at all.

The Confucian sages of ancient times swept the world with a breath of righteousness in their chests.

All monsters and monsters will be turned into powder.

The soldier is capable of carrying millions of grievances, but he is still indifferent and cannot be shaken in the slightest.

It's all the same.

"It's too hard to be a good person, a good person, and an honest person in this world. Not only will you be bullied by the living, but even the dead will not be afraid of you!"

Ji Yuan held down his waist knife and kicked over the bench.

The killing energy that had been raised in Mengshuofengguan before, with the rise of the mind, actually condensed a layer of fierce blood!

Only this time, the pale group of ghosts were like people in the market who met the people in the government, and they scattered in an instant.

Only the old man's legs were shaking, and he bowed and begged for mercy:

"Guest officer! Uncle! The little old man knew he was wrong!"

When he was illuminated by the bloody light, it was as if he had entered a frying pan and was fried by a fire, and immediately showed his true form.

A big hole was pierced in his head, and half of his cheeks were scratched and blurred.

There are thick calluses on both hands, and at a glance, you can tell that he is used to heavy work.

The sackcloth linen robe was stained with blood, and there was a high probability that he had been beaten to death before his death.

"I have something to ask you."

Ji Yuan's expression was still cold, but he put away the suffocating blood that could only be formed by killing countless people on the battlefield.

"Sir, please tell me, the little old man knows everything, and he has everything to say."

The old man no longer had the dark aura he had before, and he was very calm.

Ghosts and the like can often only deceive fools and wives, sick and weak people.

As the old saying goes, live and move Qi, nourish and move body.

Just like the great officials of the frontier holding power in their hands, their majesty grows over time.

The general who guards one side is determined to kill, and he is in charge of thousands of troops and horses.

Whenever there is an evil spirit who encounters such a powerful gangster who kills like mowing a lawn, or a high-ranking official in an official position, he will be dissipated and vanished before he gets close.

"What is this place?"

Ji Yuan has long seen through this old man's clumsy tricks.

As soon as he was stopped, the Emperor Daotu in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness reacted.

Huaguang trembled, reflecting its fate.

[Strange Object]: [Shadow Soul]

[Status]: [Ignorance] [Resentment] [Weakness]

Judging from the information given, it is not some evil spirit king.

The old man bent down and said:

"In the words of the uncle, this is Tianjing Yin City.

It will only open after nightfall, and the living will generally not be able to enter. "

Ji Yuan raised his eyebrows and asked back:

"You mean I'm dead? Became a ghost like you?"

The old man trembled all over, and waved his hands again and again:

"Little old man has no such intention, absolutely no such intention!

While this is the rule, there are occasional exceptions.

The reason why you strayed into the yin market, sir, is probably because you are carrying a utensil contaminated with yin and dead qi.

Otherwise, the time has not come, Yin and Yang are separated, it is difficult to communicate with each other, and it is absolutely impossible to enter. "

Ji Yuan's eyes changed.

A lot of meaning was chewed out from these words.

Yin city?

There is a special market for these ghosts after death?

What can they buy and sell?

There is also a yin and yang separation before Zi Shi.

Could it be possible to communicate with each other after that time?

"The object contaminated with yin qi and death qi... Could it be the soul bottle?"

Ji Yuan directly opened the bag, and as soon as the jade bottle was taken out, the old man's eyes flashed with greed and desire.

Like a starving ghost, seeing a table of delicious food, I can't wait to rush to eat it.

"Um?"

Ji Yuan's eyebrows crossed coldly.

The suffocating blood lit up brightly.

The old man immediately fell to his knees and begged for mercy, both frightened and miserable:

"Uncle, spare your life! Please listen to the little old man's explanation!

This ghost weapon is very attractive to lonely ghosts like me. It is not only a place to live, but also a good object to gather Yin Qi.

It's not that the little old man is coveted, it's really... involuntarily. "

Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, judging whether what the ghost said was true or false.

He suddenly remembered the strange case that Ping Xiaoliu told him opposite the gate of the Wushu Hall that day.

Qian Wu, the manager of the Yan Gang, died tragically in the stable.

Could it be that he entered the underworld by mistake?

So I can't find anyone?

until dawn.

The murdered corpse reappears!

"Who presides over this shady city? Where is it usually opened?"

Ji Yuan asked sharply like a prisoner.

"Ah... this, I report back to the uncle, the Yin market usually doesn't have a specific location. As long as the yin qi is deep and stagnant for a long time, it is easy to form a portal."

The old man had a blank look on his face, scratched his head and said:

"As for who will host... Little old man, I don't know either.

I usually go out and sell wontons at a stall to earn a little yin money or a little yang qi.

I just heard from those ghosts who have raised spirituality that there is a powerful person who came out of the underworld, and every time they open a market in the underworld, they will take 20% of the Yin money. "

Ji Yuan's face was expressionless, the water in this world was too deep.

In the yang world, there are qi and blood, martial arts, boxing, and mountains and rivers.

Too dangerous!

No sense of security at all!

"What will happen if a living person enters the underworld by mistake?"

Ji Yuan finally asked.

"This...it's hard to say. If you meet a good ghost who is not capable of harming others, you will lose a little yang energy and go back to get a serious illness.

But if you are lucky, your life may be lost. "

The old man lowered his head and replied.

"Then are you a good ghost or an evil ghost?"

Ji Yuan leaned forward and pushed the knife out of the sheath with his thumb, revealing a sharp edge.

"Master, please look... Little old man's blood soup noodles and human flesh wontons are all changes of yin qi. They really haven't hurt anyone, so I'll scare people, and then take a few breaths of yang qi, lest... it's gone like this."

The old man dumped the soup in the iron pot, and it was indeed a thick black airflow.

Ji Yuan sighed softly, and put the knife back into its sheath.

He also understood how vicious an old man who was beaten to death could be.

The map of Huangtian Dao reflects [resentment].

But who can die without complaint?

Work hard!

There is no peace after death!

Are you still grateful?

"Since it didn't kill you, let's go."

Ji Yuan waved his hand, Yinshi and City God Temple Street gave him different feelings.

These ghosts don't seem to be threatening, a martial artist at the inner refining level, under the burst of blood energy, is enough to turn them into fly ash.

Compared with the clammy and sticky mist, gray shadows, and smooth tentacles, it is far worse.

"Master, the little old man is more talkative, although you have evil spirits and blood, you can't get close to ordinary evil spirits.

But there are not only ghosts like me in the yin market, but also ferocious things like yin spirits and yin sha, so be careful and don't be too ostentatious.

In particular, don't rush in with a ghost weapon, it's easy to cause big trouble. "

The old man hesitated for a moment, then said with a bow.

After that, he quickly put away the stall, tied up the charcoal stove and iron pot, carried the burden and ran away.