Yan Ning helped Huang Ma wipe away her tears, and the tears turned into blue smoke in the air and disappeared.

"Good kid... Ma Huang knows it," Ma Huang sighed, "but Chao'er, his father died early, and the child is not motivated. I'm worried that he will never make a name for himself in his life and will have to go back to our village to live a hard life in the future."

Yan Ning comforted and said, "Mum Huang can rest assured. After you leave, I will introduce my job to Brother Chao. He is in Jianzhou City. He can come back often to worship you."

After hearing this, Huang Ma felt a lot more uncomfortable. She praised Yan Ning for being sensible. Seeing that the time was almost over, she reluctantly said, "Do you have anything to say to Lao Chen? If he is still queuing up, I might be able to bring you a few words."

When Yan Ning heard this, his eyes turned red. Thinking of the father who died of illness a year ago, he sighed: "I hope he can live a good life."

Huang Ma nodded: "If I see Lao Chen, I will praise you in front of him."

"Thank you, Ma Huang, you... it's time to go on the road." Yan Ning said.

Huang Ma sighed and was about to float away, but Yan Ning grabbed her again: "Huang Ma, this is a post of rebirth. If you take it, you may be able to arrange a good family for you when you arrive in the underworld."

This post of rebirth was written by Yan Ning with essence and blood. It was quite special. Huang Ma was pleased with his post of rebirth, and then left.

Yan Ning looked at Huang Ma's back and shook his head helplessly. These are the Six Paths, and people will die.

After Huang Ma left, Yan Ning was also a little tired, so he went back to his room to rest.

There was nothing to say all night. The next morning, at dawn, the three of them woke up tacitly. While Wang Chao was still asleep, the three of them had packed their luggage and drove into the mountain.

Before leaving, Yan Ning found a basket of fruits outside the yard, and there was still undried dew on the fruits. He smiled knowingly and distributed the fruits to everyone.

Yan Ning kept his promise to Huang Ma and left a note for Wang Chao before leaving, asking him not to go to work after waking up, and went directly to Jianzhou City to find Yihu to join him.

The water vapor in the mountains is heavy, Yan Ning specially reminds everyone to wear an extra waterproof jacket. After walking for two kilometers, the three of them abandoned their car and walked.

Yan Ning was in this mountain and practiced with the alchemy heaven. The place where he used to practice kept passing by Yan Ning's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

"This sword was chopped by my master back then." Yan Ning said, pointing to a tree stump.

This tree stump is as thick as a car tire. At this time, many buds have grown at the fracture, but it still cannot conceal the fact that the fracture is smooth.

Zhuang Xiaoya gasped and said, "How long will it take to arrive?"

Yan Ning glanced at her, Zhuang Xiaoya's face turned red and she looked a little exhausted. Yan Ning said, "It's still half a day to go. We're going to sleep in the tent in this mountain tonight... Let's take a break now."

Luo Yi was also tired and sat aside without saying a word to drink water. Among them, Meow Dabao was the most relaxed and slept on Yan Ning's shoulder from beginning to end. What was strange was that it would never fall down.

The three of them rested for an hour and continued on the road. It was not until the sun set that they finally heard Yan Ning's liberation voice: "It's right ahead."

Yan Ning looked around and saw a thatched hut and a dry well not far away. Yan Ning had been living here for the past year.

"I'm so tired!" Zhuang Xiaoya threw her luggage on the ground and sat down directly. Luo Yi was not much better.

Yan Ning smiled and asked them to rest on the spot, and went to find Wumen Ghost Skills by himself.

He walked to the hut and pushed it gently. There was only a pot or a wooden bed in the hut. At this time, the bedding on the wooden bed had rotted, and a few mice came out of it. When Yan Ning saw this scene, he had no thoughts about nostalgia, so he closed the door and came to the dry well.

"Dry well, dry well, if it weren't for you, I might have died at the hands of Hei Wuchang." Yan Ning patted the dry well.

There was a hemp rope on the dry well. Yan Ning pulled it and broke it. He walked to Luo Yi again and took out the rope that had been prepared from Luo Yi's luggage: "Luo Yi, watch it above, I'll go down to get things."

Luo Yi nodded and tied one end of the rope to the tree next to the dry well. Yan Ning followed the rope and jumped into the dry well.

The dry well was not deep, and Yan Ning quickly fell to the bottom of the well, and the bottom of the well was full of dead leaves and insects. Yan Ning stomped his feet, turned on the flashlight, looked down for a while, and soon dug out a small box.

When he opened the small box, it was filled with Wumen Ghost Art. Yan Ning put Wumen Ghost Art into his backpack, threw the box aside, and then shouted to the top: "Luo Yi, I'm going up!"

There was no response outside the well. Yan Ning suddenly felt something was wrong. He quickly climbed up and poked his head out. He saw Luo Yi standing next to the well, looking at the north without moving.

"Hey, are you deaf?" Yan Ning pushed Tyro Yi angrily.

"Third Master... look over there..." Luo Yi pointed woodenly in front of him, and Yan Ning jumped out of the dry well and looked north again, and couldn't help but be so surprised that he couldn't speak.

I saw small tombs located on the hillside to the north. These tombs were nameless, no tombstones or offerings, but they only covered the top of the mountain, and they were covered with weeds, which looked particularly strange.

"Yan Ning, were these tombs here when you left a year ago?" Zhuang Xiaoya ran to Yan Ning and asked.

Yan Ning frowned and shook his head: "There were no such things a year ago... I only appeared after I left."

"Do we want to go over and take a look?" Luo Yi asked.

Yan Ning thought for a while and had already obtained the Wumen Ghost Art. He didn't want to make trouble in his heart. Considering what the boy in the sweatshirt said to Yan Ning yesterday, Yan Ning didn't dare to act casually, so he shook his head: "Don't go over, it's not too late. Let's go back a few kilometers and set up camp."

Although Luo Yi and Zhuang Xiaoya were exhausted, they were still unwilling to sleep with a grave, so they agreed with Yan Ning's words and were about to get up and leave. At this time, Miao Dabao, who had been sleeping, suddenly spoke:

"That grave bag is probably not a simple mass grave. Yan Ning, please pay attention to the arrangement of the grave bags. Do you think it looks familiar?" Miao Dabao said seriously.

When Yan Ning and Zhuang Xiaoya heard this, they looked up and their faces became gloomy in an instant:

"It's... Blood Evil Soul Locking Array!"

As he spoke, a few ghost fires suddenly appeared on the hills in the north. The ghost fires were blue and starry. When you look closely, they turned out to be skulls floating in the sky!
Chapter completed!