I said to the ghost rat angrily, but the ghost rat said, "In my opinion, the fox is better. The green lotus is just a flower blooming in the Golden Palace. It's nothing special."

After hearing what the ghost rat said, I felt a little more comfortable, and then glanced at the ghost rat and said, "There is still a good place for the fox if you say this."

"Everything in the world has spirituality, but it's actually the same." The ghost rat said as he looked at the dark shadows around who had already come to his face, and said, "Although they are under the grave, their form is just controlled by people. As long as they are not touched, there will be nothing wrong."

"What if I encounter it?" There is always a possibility.

"It's nothing to meet. They are ghosts, but they can't beat you, the ghost-exorcist like you." I nodded after saying this to the ghost rat.

While a ghost came, I was busy touching the beads in my hand. Just as I was about to call Brother Jiu out, the ghost mouse pulled me and said, "It's not convenient here. It's easy to disperse the spiritual energy in the illusion. Don't waste the spiritual energy."

"What should I do?" I hurriedly looked at the ghost rat, and the ghost rat looked at me: "Close your eyes."

"Oh." The ghost rat said that, so I closed my glasses, but I thought about leaving a gap so that I could see clearly. How could I know that the ghost rat was more thoughtful than me? I left a gap on my fingers, and he tied a strip of cloth on my eyes, so I couldn't make any gaps.

But my eyes were just blindfolded, and the wailing sounds became more miserable. Not long after, the wind around me suddenly stopped. I pulled off the cloth from my glasses, and my eyes were much clearer, and the black shadows around me had long disappeared without a trace.

"You are so awesome." So I looked around and said, "It's better than my husband."

I heard from me that the Ghost Rat smiled, turned around and walked towards the ashes. Unfortunately, as soon as I arrived in front of the Ashes, I was beaten by a wind in front of me and couldn't move. I hurriedly hid behind the Ghost Rat and said to the Ghost Rat: "What?"

"Nothing." The ghost rat spoke very well. He said nothing was really nothing. I felt that I couldn't breathe smoothly and couldn't breathe in something. After a while, it was as if it was okay. How strange it was to talk about this.

But I also have to see who I am following, and it is naturally a different matter with the ghost and rat.

When I opened my eyes, I walked out from behind the ghost rat. The door in front of me was no longer closed, but opened to both sides.

Seeing that the door opened, I stepped in and wanted to go in. The ghost rat said, "Be careful, you walk behind me and you can take care of anything."

"That's natural." After saying that, I was busy going behind the ghost and rat. Since the ghost and rat said so, I naturally cannot refuse. Human life is a matter of scruples.

When I saw me coming behind the ghost rat, the ghost rat thought of walking towards the room. After entering, I realized that there was something unique here.

What comes to mind are portraits, from old to young, from men to women, with large portraits. The largest one is about the same size as a real person, and the smallest one is very small, not much different from a tablet.

It looks square outside, but it looks round inside, with portraits hanging around it, and those portraits are also embedded on the wall, otherwise the wind will not move.

I was looking at me, and I was looking at me with my eyes on the opposite portrait. I married the ghost rat. The ghost rat looked at me. He didn't ask me what I was afraid of. I said, "I used to hide behind my husband. If you ask me if I am afraid, I am actually not afraid at all. It's just that habits are poison. I have become a habit because I have been attached to him too much."

"Then are you drinking poison every day?" The ghost rat was stunned for a moment, and I asked, "What's the matter? If he could always be with me, let alone poison, I would be willing to even poison."

The ghost rat was silent for a long time, but stopped talking. He blinked his eyes and looked around the ashes.

The ghost rat walked in and said, "Follow me."

"I know." As I said that, I walked over, and I followed him. He stopped and looked up at the portraits on the wall. He was facing two old guys, one man and one woman. The man had white temples and beards, while the woman was old and fat, and she looked graceful and luxurious.

The two people in the portrait were wearing gold and silver, and they were indescribable and noble. They looked at the two people's hands, but when they looked at the hands of the portrait, the feeling suddenly disappeared. They didn't look like rich people, and the hands of rich people were not as rough as they were.

He was watching the woman in one of the portraits look at the man beside him, as if he was a little worried.

At first I thought I had read it wrong, so I raised my hand and rubbed my eyes. I knew I was rubbing my eyes. The ghost mouse asked me, "What's wrong?"

"It seemed like I had moved for a while. The woman glanced at the man, but now she stopped looking." After I said that, I stood behind the ghost rat and held his hand. I had already made careful pretending this action, but the ghost rat was discovered. When I moved his hand, I trembled, and then took the hand back.

"Think about your husband more." The ghost rat reminded me, and I said oh, and I held my hands behind me, holding them behind me. But I knew that as soon as I put my hand behind me, I touched something. Then I heard a sound behind me and a bang. When I looked back, a good-looking male ghost was lying on the ground, behind me was the door panel where the ghost rat and I came in.

When I saw the male ghost, I raised my hand and looked at it, and then carried it over. I probably understood what was going on. I guess when I just carried my hand, this ghost wanted to take advantage of me, so I was bounced away.

After thinking for a while, I looked at the male ghost. He was in his twenties and looked pretty good, but his eyes were so strong that the tips of his eyes were raised up, and the corners of his mouth were too serious. He looked like a treacherous person.

The male ghost is black, which means he is still at the level of a black shadow, but it is also strange that he can encounter the fact that I am not destroyed.

I clenched my fists. Could it be that this place can absorb my spiritual energy and make me go back more and more?

I felt bad when I thought so, so I asked the ghost rat: "Look at you getting stronger day by day, is it that my spiritual energy that has been absorbed by you?"

The ghost rat glanced at me. At this time, he was in a bad mood, so he stopped talking to me, but looked coldly at the person opposite him.

The black shadow on the opposite side stood up, looked at me, and smiled evilly: "Little lady."

I was stunned for a moment, glanced at the ghost rat, and snorted coldly: "Shameless, who is your wife?"

The ghost rat looked at me with a deep look. I was busy stopping talking, shut up and stood honestly.

"Who are you? A mouse spirit?" The man spoke very arrogantly. When I looked at him, he looked at me in a daze. Although the ghost rat was still like that, I couldn't see anything without carefully looking at it, but I always felt that he was going to kill now.

"You don't need to be a little devil, you don't need to be a common person with him. This is his ancestral hall, so he will naturally be a little arrogant. If we don't have a common person with him, it's just that.

Seeing that the ghost rat looked a little scary, I was a little worried that if a torch burned here, it would cause trouble and trouble, and the grave would be destroyed.

The ghost rat ignored me and walked forward. The target was the ghost opposite. I saw that there was nothing good to end up. However, when I saw the ghost rat walking, it seemed like it was wearing a long red robe, and it always swayed like a red flower. The flowers were not drunk, and everyone was drunk.

Seeing the ghost and rat walking like that, I thought of Ouyang Li, who initiated the flower slut, couldn't control much. When I saw it, the ghost was holding the little ghost's neck, and with a little force, it was wiped out.

There was a restlessness around him, and the breath became much colder. The ghost rat's hand loosened, and a black smoke disappeared from his hand. The ghost rat looked down at his hand for a while, turned around and moved his body, looking around. The painting on the wall began to shake, and they seemed to be very afraid of the ghost rat. The ghost rat walked to see me for a while, and I hurriedly said, "It's not my fault for a child to be ignorant."

The ghost rat did not answer and looked up at the painting opposite: "Do you come out by yourself, or do I let you come out?"

Turning around and looking, two ragged ghosts ran out of the two paintings. Speaking of which, they were not much better than beggars. The two ghosts came out and knelt at the ghost rat and my feet.

At this moment, I took two steps back and asked them: "What the hell is going on with you?"

"Don't kill us, we are just forced and have nowhere to go, so we settled here. The child was not our child just now." The two ghosts were so scared that they said tremblingly.

The ghost rat looked a little better at this time and asked, "Is this Yangjiazhuang?"

"It's Yangjiazhuang, but since the monk outside came, it has become a mass grave. There is no Yangjiazhuang in it." The female ghost explained.

"What do you say?"

"This matter has been a long story, and it will start with the monk before he came. Before that monk came, Yangjiazhuang was a well-known wealthy village here. The people here are kind and generous, hardworking and kind until the monk came.

The monk and Yangjiazhuang people said that as long as one could repair a temple, one could accumulate virtue and do good deeds and benefit his descendants, the Yangjiazhuang people began to raise money to build temples.

Originally, this was not a difficult task. There were 200 households in Yangjiazhuang. Each family could build the temple by taking out some money and some people. But they knew that the temple was built a bit strange.

Other people's temples are built on the ground, but this monk's temple is built on the bottom, which is very strange.

At first, the villagers of Yangjiazhuang did not find anything wrong, but later they felt something was wrong. When something was wrong, the temple was almost built, and only the last process was left, saying that as long as this process was started, it would be completed.
Chapter completed!