Chapter 122 Chao Huan Fan

Author: Hu Fujun

Chapter 122 Chao Huan Fan

A restaurant and restaurant selling meat and fish.

Although the narrow gambling houses next to the yellow mud road are very dirty, they are also very noisy, crowded and airtight. A few idlers who can't get a seat are clinging to the window lattice with their arms, scrambling to get in. Look out.

After the dice came out on the gambling table inside, I felt the same way, sometimes yelling, sometimes cursing, and my mood was dull.

Those who carry burdens, those who sell flowers, those who weave mats, those who blow sugar.

There were sellers stepping on the mud with their feet, trying hard to sell the rouge and gouache in the package; the grass platform team was performing the blind trick of falling melons, attracting a crowd of people to watch and cheer endlessly;

A few children and a yellow dog were playing under the big weeping willow at the entrance of the village, their clothes all covered in dust.

Crowds of people crowded around, and there was a huge buzz of people...

Standing on this hill full of tombs and looking out, in the distance it looks like an ordinary village market, where young and old gather together, and it is very lively.

But not to mention the heavy dampness in the abyss, it is difficult for even cultivators to survive permanently.

The prosperous scene of this mortal village is completely out of place in this underworld, like a nag in the water.

Looking at it carefully, Chen Heng saw something was wrong after careful inspection.

Although the village market was lively and crowded, everyone's complexion was miserable and pale, and purple-red corpse spots were faintly visible on the skin exposed from the sleeves of the robe.

And the look deep in his eyes was also stiff and dull.

All the laughter, anger and curses revealed are just superficial.

It's like a clay and wood carving has been painted with various facial features using fine brushwork. It seems to be alive on the outside, but it still has the essence of rotten wood and loess on the inside.

The hillock where Chen Heng was standing was not that far away from the village, but it happened that no one noticed this place and turned a blind eye.

"It looks like we encountered a ghost village?"

Chen Heng thought to himself.

The origin of the abyss is unknown.

Some people say that this place leads straight down to the boundless netherworld and suppresses a tributary of the Yellow Spring. It is the reincarnation place of Xudu Tianyiying cultivator, and there are divine soldiers and heavenly generals stationed below.

There is also a theory that the Abyss is the place where the barren wastelands of several states were piled up in ancient times.

After all, the magical power of the Immortal Power is immeasurable. He can pick up the sun and stars, and move the sea and mountains. When they fight with each other, even if they smash an entire state to pieces, and then create creatures again, it is not nothing. Difficult matter...

However, no matter what kind of words, this place is due to the strong turbidity, which has given rise to countless ghosts and ghosts.

The deeper you go, the more dangerous it becomes...

After all, Yan Ping is also a Taoist with the second level of foundation building, and he has cultivated to the state of "everything is as you wish".

Even though he was injured by his own innate sun light and fled all the way without having time to heal, he still had some fighting strength.

If not, he wouldn't have been able to keep Chen Heng chasing for three full days.

But now he was tied to the meat table like an animal, with all his limbs removed, and he didn't even know whether he was alive or dead. He was in such a miserable state.

The situation in front of him was unknown, and it was the first time for Chen Heng to encounter such a scene.

He touched his sleeves and pondered for a moment, then took out a colorful folding fan from the Qiankun bag and held it in his palm.

This fan is called the "Chaohuan Fan" and was given by Xie Tan from the Flower God Mansion when he was in Fuyu Po. Although it is a piece of strange and skillful craftsmanship, it is also ranked among the middle-grade talisman utensils.

There are twelve beauties painted on the fan of the Chao Huan Fan. They can be summoned by pinching a spell, and their transformations are the same as real people. Within three hours, no matter how hard you try, it will not matter.

After three hours, the body faded away and returned to the fan.

Even if the body dies, there is always a ball of divine essence and true seal stored in the folding fan. It only takes three days to consume some of the fetal breath and manifest the beauty of the body again.

The beauties on the Chao Huan fan are originally used to make yin and yang happy, because monks are often very strong-blooded and different from the common people, and they may make mistakes that cannot be punished when they are fighting.

Therefore, the person who refined this fan also specially enhanced the bodies of the twelve beauties on the fan.

Almost every beauty's body is as hard as gold and stone, but as soft as clouds. Even the second level of ordinary foundation building - the monks in the Great and Small Ruyi Realm, are far behind.

If these twelve people were to mount a formation and charge into battle, no matter how extraordinary generals they were, they would not be a single enemy.

Even if he doesn't have any Taoist or mystical skills at his side, he can easily destroy the city, overthrow the army and kill the general.

A puppet like this can be used to take risks for Chen Heng and explore the reality of the ghost village ahead.

He silently recited a sentence of Dharma in his mouth, and after a moment, he casually pointed at the person on the chaohuan fan.

Following a burst of charming chuckles, there was a dense aura floating in the air. After a few breaths, the aura slowly landed on the ground and swirled, transforming into a beautiful and charming lady.

She stood prettyly under an old tree, with a graceful face and graceful jade. She only wore a robe as thin as cicada wings, which made her figure even more graceful and graceful, with her hips and slender waist.

When people see it, they can't help but feel angry, and they want to hold it in their arms and enjoy it carefully without caring about other people's business.

"I, Mrs. Chu, have met this master, but I don't know——"

"No need to be polite, that ghost village in front of you is quite weird. Please help me find out whether it is real or not."

Chen Heng waved his hand, interrupted the beautiful woman's bow, and said.

"master?"

The beautiful woman who called herself Chu Niang had not finished speaking and could not continue.

She stiffly raised her head, her almond-shaped eyes filled with disbelief, and her heart pounding wildly.

After a long while, he said strangely:

"What did the master just say...is it because I am deaf? Can you speak again and say it again?"

"Find out for me the reality of the ghost village ahead."

Chen Heng glanced at her lightly:

"how?"

"..."

Chu Niang was startled, her mouth slightly opened, and for a moment, her eyes looking at Chen Heng were filled with complex expressions.

Since this person got the Chao Huan Fan, he has not used it even once. Today, he finally took it out. Chu Niang thought that the young man finally got the idea and could understand the taste of it.

did not expect.

He called himself out to let himself die...

But Chu Niang was stunned for a moment, frozen in place for a long time without moving.

Chen Heng frowned and said:

"Why are you taking so long to leave? Isn't it clear enough what I said?"

"No, it's not..."

Chu Niang shook her head, bit her cherry lips, and pushed the cloud-like hair beside her cheek with her left hand behind her ear.

She glanced at Chen Heng, her cheeks instantly dizzy, nodded, and said delicately:

"I can save my life, so I will do my best and live up to the master's trust."

"After entering the ghost village, if possible, kill the person tied to the murder case first."

Chen Heng was already accustomed to this kind of gaze and was not moved. He only said:

"It's time to work."

Chu Niang's shoulders slightly shrugged, she nodded shyly, and agreed.

And she had just walked into the ghost village. The bustling market suddenly fell silent, as if a little thick ink had been dropped into the clear water.

Out of place, different.

A group of villagers suddenly turned into ghosts and ghosts!

Swarmed up.

In an instant, Chu Niang was torn to pieces!

Not to mention killing Yan Ping, who was tied to the meat case. She had only taken less than three steps before she was torn to pieces by a group of ghosts.

That physical body is still better than that of a second-level Foundation Establishment monk, but it has no effect!

After the group of ghosts tore Chu Niang into pieces, all the ferocious features on her body disappeared for an instant, as if nothing had happened...

The stall hawkers were still shouting loudly, and the grass-stage troupe continued to perform tricks.

Even those children who had bleeding from all their orifices and had a rotten stomach and intestines were now red in the face, and then they were in a ball with the yellow dog...

"What a vicious ghost!"

Chen Heng was shocked.

Later, I saw that they were like puppets, only acting according to the predetermined instructions. It was obvious that they were spiritually ignorant and their minds were not yet open, so I had a vague idea in my mind.

At this time, Chao Huan fanned herself, and Chu Niang's appearance had darkened slightly.
To be continued...