It was already night, and the sky and the earth fell into deep darkness.

Yinyue Cliff, a dry mountain stream in the flat ground.

Crack!

A bonfire was burning on the ground, bright flames pounding, illuminating the surroundings with a blazing fire.

Cheng Yuan and the scholar sat around the bonfire.

The scholar is reading quietly.

"It's really much better to have this fire." Cheng Yuanyao looked at the night sky, and there was no trace of light in the fields, as if it was eternal night.

In the dark world, a bunch of red and blazing bonfires ignited, with a different kind of warmth.

"After all, celestial beings are also creatures. After a long time in this ghost ruin, I feel a little uncomfortable."

The scholar raised his head and said softly.

Cheng Yuan nodded and looked at the bonfire in front of him, as if he was ecstatic.

Suddenly, he frowned, turned his head and asked in confusion: "Scholar, I think something is wrong."

The fire reflected the scholar's face, and his eyes seemed to shine in the darkness.

He threw a piece of firewood into the bonfire and said gently and calmly: "What's wrong?"

"There are too many ghosts hunting, too easy." Cheng Yuan frowned: "Only after we came down for seven or eight hours, we have killed at least two thousand ghosts of the underworld in addition to resting, relocation and exploration time."

"Our team alone can kill two thousand a day. Other teams in Moon Soul City are almost in strength, but together, the number of ghosts hunted is definitely a huge number."

"I know that there are at least hundreds of thousands of heavenly men, or more. There are many heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals."

"After so many ghosts in the underworld, there are so many? No matter how hard they are, they can't be killed?"

Cheng Yuan stared at the scholar with confusion.

The scholar was stunned, and under the light of the fire, he couldn't see his eyes clearly.

After a while.

The scholar's tone was a little erratic, and he turned his head to signal in the distance: "Look at the direction of the mountain stream."

Cheng Yuan turned around when he heard this, and the darkness was dead.

"Do you think the Yin and Nether Qi is much richer there?" the scholar said softly.

"Today, seven or eight groups of ghosts were killed there. The remains of those ghosts disappeared and the yin energy naturally became thicker." Cheng Yuan said casually.

"Yes, the yin energy is thick..."

The scholar nodded: "They come from the underworld, whether they are wandering around the world or being killed and killed, aren't the Yin and Nether energy in their bodies already part of this sky?"

Cheng Yuan frowned suddenly when he heard this.

The scholar continued to whisper: "Don't you think that our world on earth has become very strange?"

"What's strange?" Cheng Yuan frowned.

The appearance of ghosts was not because of the invasion of the underworld?

Apart from ghosts, this world is still normal.

"Isn't it strange? If the yin energy is rich, ghosts like mountain ghosts and gorges can be born? Isn't it strange?"

"Isn't it strange that the corpses of living beings will turn into ghosts when eroded by the yin energy?" the scholar asked repeatedly.

"Isn't this taken for granted?" Cheng Yuan was puzzled.

Yin Qi, the evil energy of the mountains and wild animals, and the miasma combine to produce ghosts, and invade corpses and produce ghosts. These are common sense that mortals also understand.

"You don't understand." The scholar's eyes became sharp and he stared at Cheng Yuan: "I ask you, if the yin energy is rich, ghosts can be born out of thin air. In that place where the essence of heaven and earth is abundant, why don't there be alien creatures out of thin air?"

"The mortal corpses are eroded by the yin energy and become ghosts."

"Can you revive the corpse and change with the essence source that is more abundant than a hundred times better?"

It was like a thunder flashing through Cheng Yuan's mind.

"this......"

"No!" Cheng Yuan shook his head repeatedly.

"Yin Qi is Yin Qi, and the true source is the true source. How can we confuse it?"

"The birth of the Yinming ghost is the law of heaven and earth, involving the cycle of life and death. How can it be so simple to oppose it?"

The scholar stared at Cheng Yuan and said, "That's right, this is the law of heaven and earth, the way of heaven and earth."

"Yin Qi can give birth to ghosts, the essence of heaven and earth, but the true source cannot. This is the law, the rule!"

"Then you say, this kind of human world is really a human world? Why can't it be the underworld?"

He looked deep in his eyes, looked at Cheng Yuan deeply, and suddenly a sneered in the corner of his mouth: "We may have lived in the underworld."

Cheng Yuan's face looked ugly and his heart sank.

He felt that he was gradually approaching the horrific truth of this world.

The more I think about it, the more I want to refute it, the more I feel that I can’t refute it!

But thinking deeply, there is something wrong with it.

......

The bonfire was still burning brightly, crackling from time to time, and Mars exploded.

The scholar continued to look down.

Cheng Yuan frowned and thought hard.

In the distance, ghosts were heard faintly.

But here is silent.

Crack.

Not far away, there were several small wooden houses where Tiepei Luo and others rested, one of which was opened.

Zhang Fengsheng shook his head twice, looking a little sleepy, and walked out of it.

Cheng Yuan was alert and got away from deep thoughts. He raised his head and looked at him in confusion: "Brother Fengsheng, it's still two or three quarters of an hour before the replacement, you're getting up early."

Gods are very sensitive to time.

"It's not too early, I guessed that he was about to get up now." The scholar put away the book and looked at Zhang Fengsheng with a smile. His whole body had regained his gentleness again.

"Hehe." Zhang Fengsheng smiled brightly at the two of them, rubbed his face and moved his body.

Cheng Yuan looked at the scholar in confusion and gestured with his eyes - What's going on?

The scholar Chong Yuan shook his eyes and raised his eyebrows, which was unexpectedly a little vulgar.

He whispered: "Fengsheng and Yuyao are guarding each other at night."

Cheng Yuan didn't understand, so he continued to shake his head, and asked in confusion.

"Get up early to wake up and show your energy... Haven't you heard of a male peacock spreading his tail..." The scholar leaned over and his voice became lower and lower, leaving only the sound of breath, which became more and more obscene.

Cheng Yuan widened his eyes in surprise. Somehow, he suddenly felt an extremely strong curiosity.

He lowered his head and replied with a rustling sound: "Are they a lot different?"

Cheng Yuan is talking about age.

Zhang Fengsheng looks like he is sixteen or seventeen years old, and Liu Yuyao should be a big girl of twenty-six or seventeen years old.

"No, the whole team treats him as his younger brother, but he wants to be a husband." The scholar sighed quietly: "What if we do, we have to do anything we can do."

"It's a pity that Yu Yao understands his mind a little and keeps avoiding talking."

Cheng Yuan turned his head and looked at Zhang Fengsheng, who was moving his body and circulating his true source, and suddenly felt that he had a long way to go.

"Hey, Brother Shusheng, what are you talking to Brother Cheng?" Zhang Fengsheng seemed to notice and turned around and asked at them.

"Summary up if there is any problem with our battle formation cooperation today after Brother Cheng joined in." The scholar sat upright with a gentle and calm expression.

"Then why are you so quiet? I'll listen too." Zhang Fengsheng came over with interest and sat down.

"Just just talk about it casually. Today you are just using three respectful iron golems to strike, and it has nothing to do with our battle formation." The scholar said lightly.

"Oh." Zhang Fengsheng was a little disappointed.

"By the way, Brother Cheng, how many ghosts have you killed today?" the scholar suddenly asked.

Cheng Yuan was stunned and touched his hand around his waist.

A green golden light flashed, and the slender and ferocious Yuluo slashed across his knees.

He casually sensed the storage of the Nether Beads in the hilt of the knife. He thought for a moment and said, "There are two superb storage beads, and there are still one or two thousand copies in this one. There are almost thirty parts of the Nether God's power. After all, he estimated that more than 700 Nether Ghosts had been killed."

"Seven hundred heads!" Zhang Fengsheng suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed.

A look of surprise flashed in the scholar's eyes.
To be continued...