Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

Inside the huge cave is very quiet,

It was so quiet that the echo of Xu Yuan's pair of black and gold soft cloud boots stepping on the ground could be clearly heard.

But the cave is also very noisy,

In the densely patterned stone chamber like a honeycomb on the inner wall of the cave, thousands of ghosts are all howling pitifully at this moment.

It faintly leaks out through the formation, connecting together like mosquitoes and flies.

After sweeping his gaze, Xu Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze.

The mysterious pattern engraved in the stone chamber is continuously extracting something from the ghost's illusory soul body, and the body of these ghosts trapped in the stone chamber is fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Captive

In some worlds, ghosts are terrors that make people see no hope, but in this world where the human race can be extraordinary, these ghosts are kept in captivity like domestic animals.

If necessary, the pure soul power contained in their soul bodies will be continuously extracted as practice materials.

"tsk tut"

The remnant soul of the sage suddenly smacked his tongue in amazement.

Xu Yuan asked:

"Mr. Luo?"

The remnant soul of the saint laughed:

"Boy Xu, you should have seen the operation process of this ghost fog farm, right?"

Although the haggard old man didn't explain a word after entering this cave, Xu Yuan could roughly guess what he saw now, and replied:

"Well, part of it."

The remnant soul of the saint heard the words, and his deep voice seemed a little excited:

"The large formation outside to prevent the spread of ghosts, the formation to capture the ghosts from the ghost fog, the formation to extract the ghost power from the stone chambers, and the formation to condense the extracted soul power into soul crystals

"These formations are intertwined and perfectly compatible. The energy required to operate is not more than one point, not one point less. The person who created this chain of formations is truly peerless!"

The remnant soul of the saint is not stingy in his praise of the people who created the formation.

Although he is extraordinary, but this is only on top of his cultivation.

There are thousands of ways in the world, and those who are capable are all teachers.

The sage's tone brought a trace of sincerity:

"Boy Xu, wait for me to escort you to the imperial capital, can you let the old man go to the "Gewuyuan" in your mansion? I really want to."

But he didn't finish his sentence.

"Three Sons"

A voice like grinding old tree bark suddenly sounded in front of him.

Hearing this, Xu Yuan stopped caring about the remnant soul of the saint in his heart, and immediately looked at it intently.

The ground of the cave is flat, and the huge dome of the cave looks haggard and the figure of the old man is extremely thin.

He turned slightly sideways, with a trace of hesitation in those cloudy eyes.

Seeing this, Xu Yuan clasped his fists and said:

"Mr. Ghost, but it's okay to say."

Hearing this, the haggard old man glanced at the surrounding caves with gloomy eyes, walked forward, and said in a low voice:

"The third son, the old slave, has been guarding here for more than thirty years. When this matter is over, can you send a message to Mr. Xiangguo on behalf of the old slave?"

When Xu Yuan heard the words, his mind was concentrated, and he nodded in agreement:

"Of course it can."

Hearing this, a strange smile appeared on the withered old man's face hidden in the shadows, but the smile disappeared suddenly the next moment.

A hoarse voice came slowly:

"Old slave, thank you, Third Young Master"

The withered old man didn't have any specific matters immediately, but Xu Yuan guessed in his heart that the other party should want to transfer away from this ghost place.

Even though it took less than half an hour to come in, the strong ghostly aura around him already made him feel very uncomfortable.

It seems that there is only one withered old man guarding the ghost fog here.

No one talks, no one entertains, and for more than thirty years, this ghost farm is like a huge ancient tomb.

Now that the old man's body has been eroded by ghost energy, and his life is not long, it is normal for him to want to be transferred away.

In the silence, the huge pattern engraved on the inner wall of the cave gradually subsided. To prevent the saint from backlash, there is a limit to helping his remnant soul recover his strength. The soul power he just extracted from these thousands of ghosts is already enough.

And with the cessation of the formation, everything in the cave also returned to the original darkness and silence.

But Xu Yuan didn't feel quiet.

Because the saint's remnant soul was still chattering endlessly in his heart.

Talk about formation, talk about ghost fog, talk about his father, talk about his brother, talk about Big Bing Tuozi

At this moment, Xu Yuan somewhat understood why the protagonist in the plot in Cangyuan in the previous life kept calling this saint an old man.

There are really too many words.

After another cup of tea in the dark, Xu Yuan suddenly heard a rumbling sound coming from ahead.

After Xu Yuan poured the energy from his body into his eyes, everything in the darkness around him instantly became clearly visible.

The withered old man seemed to have touched some mechanism, and a tunnel leading to a deeper place appeared in front of the three of them.

"Third Young Master, please go down and wait. This old servant needs to prepare some things."

The haggard old man had no intention of leading the way anymore, and stared at Xu Yuan in the darkness.

In such an environment, the old man's half-human, half-ghost cloudy eyes were a bit permeating.

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Looking at each other for a second, Xu Yuan nodded slightly: "Okay."

Seeing this, the haggard old man turned around and waved his hand.

clatter——

One after another, the torches hanging on both sides of the corridor were lit up one by one.

Upon seeing this,

Xu Yuan took Ran Qingmo over the withered old man and walked towards the sunken corridor.

But after two seconds,

Xu Yuan paused, and asked curiously to the haggard old man standing at the entrance of the corridor:

"By the way, Mr. Ghost, can I ask you a question?"

Hearing the words, the withered old man immediately responded with his hoarse voice:

"The old slave must know everything."

Xu Yuan considered his words a little bit, and said in a low voice:

"Xu Changge said earlier that there was an accident here. What is this accident?"

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The withered old man didn't reply immediately, but his bark-like face gradually began to twitch in the darkness.

It seemed that he had thought of something extremely terrifying.

Under the influence of the ghost energy entering the brain, the emotions began to gradually get out of control!

But in the end the old man stabilized his emotions, bent his body and cupped his fists and said:

"A fierce ghost close to the second rank was born in the ghost fog here, and the old slave used the formation to hold it back until the eldest son arrived."

Xu Yuan felt a little relieved when he heard the words, turned around and walked down the corridor.

At the end of the corridor is a quaint stone room. In the middle of the stone room there is a conspicuous stone pillar, and a groove is carved on the top of the stone pillar.

After a little hesitation, Xu Yuan stretched out his mind and scanned the empty stone room.

Sure enough, he found a lot of cumbersome patterns in the stone chamber.

This is probably the place to help the saint's remnant soul recover its soul power.

Xu Yuan glanced at Ran Qingmo.

Ran Qingmo also glanced at him, still looking calm.

Xu Yuan felt that only a woman like Xiang Ran Qingmo could be so calm in this weird ghost farm.

It's Su Succubus instead~

The withered old man went away for a long time, and after waiting for about an hour in meditation, the rough voice of the withered old man slowly came from above the corridor:

"The third son also asks you to give me the soul ring."

Xu Yuan took off the soul ring from his fingertip upon hearing the words.

The withered old man walked slowly from the darkness to take it, went to the stone pillar in the middle of the stone room and placed the soul ring on the groove.

Xu Yuan looked at the old man's slow movements, and asked in a low voice with a little curiosity:

"Mr. Gui, what are you going to use to help this saint recover his soul power?"

"For what?" asked the withered old man.

"Isn't it a soul crystal with condensed soul power?" Xu Yuan didn't see anything foreign on the old man.

"Soul crystal? There is no soul crystal." The withered old man's voice was like frost.

Xu Yuan frowned slightly:

"But how to inject soul power if there is no soul crystal?"

"There is no soul crystal."

In the darkness,

With his back turned, the haggard old man turned his head around, staring at Xu Yuan with a pair of cloudy and lifeless eyes, with a strange smile:

"Of course, use the old slave himself."

a bit late

Thanks to the lord of Happy Tyrannosaurus

This is to repay the account of the day before yesterday, and the two lords will add another update

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