Chapter 1: Return to the Ghost House

Chen Rufeng's hand rested deeply on his other arm, which was tied to the flowing sword given to him by Yuan Sirou.

The bamboo sword was destroyed, and he didn't expect that Yuan Sirou would give him the flowing sword directly. Yuan Sirou said that the soft water on the flowing sword helped him suppress the magic attack and reduce the number of times of magic poison.

Chen Rufeng thought for a moment and looked up. Cuihua Mountain was already close to him. He asked Jiang Shengtian to return to the gang first, and then preferred to walk back to the Tianfeng gang from the hidden bamboo forest.

The footsteps have unconsciously slowed down, and it seems that there are more thoughts that need to be sorted out in your mind. In this way, you can slowly walk back to the Tianfeng Gang and give yourself a space to think. Chen Rufeng thought so and walked step by step along the mountain path to the mountainside.

After Li Yinru returned to the prime minister's house, she was scolded by Li Linfu. Li Yinru couldn't explain at all. She was also not good at fabricating lies. Suddenly, she was banned from staying in the house for half a year and not allowed to leave the house.

Li Yinru, who was full of grievances, returned to the room with tears in her mouth, looking at the blue sky eagerly, waiting for the green shadow to suddenly come.

Maybe it will take a long time for him to calm down? Li Yinru thought about it, holding her cheeks and thinking about when Chen Rufeng would come to see her again.

The door opened gently, and Sister Ping brought the bird's nest, looked at Li Yinru's stupid look, sighed and shook her head, and put the bird's nest on the table. Until the door closed again, Li Yinru did not notice anyone coming into the room.

As for the seven knives in the ghost house, he began to search all over the world, vowing to find the traces of Ruiyun and the three saints, and even widely distributed wanted orders to mobilize the people of the world to dig through the gaps. But a month later, there was still no sound.

Ruiyun and the Three Saints no longer appear in people's vision as if they disappeared from the world.

Meng Qianxiao angrily hit the handle of the chair with one hand and scolded, "A bunch of waste! I can't ask you for any news!"

The catchers of several ghosts under the hall were as silent as cicadas and dared not make a sound.

Meng Qianxiao waved his sleeves and shouted them back.

"Ghost head." Huo Du approached him with a solemn look, "I suspect that Ruiyun and others may have safely avoided our eyes and ears under the protection of some people."

Meng Qianxiao's eyes were fierce and shouted, "Who dares to be so bold to take in criminals?"

Huo Duxu couldn't help but be suffocated by Meng Qianxiao's fierce anger, and his voice went down and said, "Since these people dare to openly fight against our ghost house, they must be * tough and have a certain strength. We can start from this aspect and thoroughly investigate all the gangs in the world.

Meng Qianxiao, who had just been covered by anger, woke up a little, restrained part of his anger, frowned and thought.

"Well... what you said is that the three saints come from the demon family. Now the most popular demon family is still the altar of the Red Devil... Then, I'm afraid only the altar of the Red Devil has this courage." Meng Qianxiao narrowed his eyes, and two light burst out. His hands held the handle of the chair tightly, almost crushing it.

Huo Duxu immediately understood and lowered his head and said, "The second ghost took the order, and immediately sent someone to the Red Devil Altar to thoroughly investigate."

Meng Qianxiao suddenly stood up, shook his cloak, fell on the ghost knife on his waist, and said coldly, "Seven knives in our ghost house, go to the Red Devil Altar in person. Gather people now!"

The seven knives of the ghost mansion soon gathered and marched aggressively to the location of the main altar of the Red Devil Altar.

The sun is shining, burning every inch of the ground.

The group in the ghost house were already sweating profusely and couldn't wait to take off their clothes and walk with their bare arms. The worst thing is that no green has been seen here, only pieces of yellow stones piled up, and no grass grows.

Meng Qianxiao and others are already anxious and have to wear heavy clothes. Even those who practice martial arts are very difficult.

It's not a desert here. It's not as desolate as a desert, but it's not much better.

Every step, there will be a sense of fireworks on the foot. Only a few dead trees have fallen coldly rooted in the ground, and the leaves have withered early.

Even the faint wind is mixed with a strong heat wave.

Dugu walked around and came to Meng Qianxiao's side. He spit out his tongue and said, "Ghost head, there is no one here in a few miles. Why don't we walk naked!"

The other five people applauded and agreed with the proposal of Duguxing, but they dared not show too many faces. The hot sweat fell on his face and dripped to the ground.

Unexpectedly, Meng Qianxiao stared at him, and Du Guxing's smiling face suddenly became afraid. Meng Qianxiao scolded, "Aren't we human beings? Can we lose the demeanor of the ghost house if no one looks at us? You can't take off any of your robes and cloaks!"

With Meng Qianxiao's order, everyone did not dare to have more ideas.

The group continued to move forward.

As he walked, Meng Qianxiao began to regret that he had just rejected Dugu's suggestion so harshly. Now his clothes have been soaked, and he can't wipe his face with his sleeves continuously. The sticky feeling is all over his skin, which is extremely uncomfortable.

"It's strange that you can't find the Red Devil Altar for so long? I remember it's right around here..." Meng Qianxiao was puzzled, as if he felt that it would be much cooler when he found the Red Devil Altar.

After a while, they walked into a stone area, where human-high stones depended on each other, vaguely forming a path, a huge maze with huge stones as walls.

Meng Qianxiao frowned and looked at the fork in front of him. He didn't know which way to go.

Tang Yuanjun, the third ghost, was so tired that he couldn't help leaning on the stone with one hand, but his palm gently touched the stone, as if he had touched a fire and shrank back.

After burning for a long time in the hot sun, the stone is also full of the heat of boiling water.

Meng Qianxiao turned his head and snorted coldly, and finally chose a straight road and walked forward.

Suddenly, Meng Qianxiao felt the presence of a few momentum and immediately stepped down and moved his hand to the handle of the ghost knife warily, with his eyes like a leopard.

The six people behind them were also alert and looked around.

"Hee hee... The seven knives of the ghost house are coming. Let's come out to welcome you!" As soon as the words came from nowhere, the four figures had already flew out and stood on the stones on both sides, as if they could not feel the heat on the stone at all.

It is the four ancient spirits and monsters. They practice magic skills with the yin qi to resist the heat, so they will naturally not be afraid of these fire.

Meng Qianxiao also knew the details of the four people, and his eyes shot unconcealed hostility. He hummed, "What did you four do? We are going to the Red Devil Altar to investigate the case of Ruiyun and the three saints killing Song Zhuoyuan, the head of Bayin in the Central Plains. Are you here to block the way?

The four ancient spirits and monsters looked at each other and laughed at each other, and did not pay attention to the hidden threat brought by Meng Qianxiao. Agu said, "Hee hee, how can we stop you? It's just that someone knows that you are coming and specially sent us to welcome you.

"Isn't it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Hahaha!" A heroic sound is gradually approaching. In the blink of an eye, the snake's sweet figure appeared in front of the seven knives of the ghost house. The python wrapped a few rolls around him, and the snake's head rested on his shoulder with a greedy smile.

"I didn't expect the snake to come out to greet you in person. Our ghost house is really face-in-face." Meng Qianxiao said coldly. At a glance, he saw that Gan Xin's appearance did not seem to be coming out to welcome guests. Obviously, he was chasing guests.

"This is also the boundary of the altar, but I hope you can stop here. Lan Yuer, our temporary leader, is practicing in isolation, which is inconvenient to welcome guests..." When Gan Xin said the six words of Lan Yuer, the leader of the altar, the smile on his face also faded a lot.

"Meizun Lan Yuer..." Huo Duxu's body was shocked and muttered in a low voice.

Meng Qianxiao took a big step forward and hummed, "We are responsible for investigating the case. No matter who is in retreat, we have to go to the altar of the Red Devil to search. If you really don't hide the prisoners, we will naturally leave and won't disturb your rulers retreat.

Gan Xin's face turned cold and said coldly, "Are you like a hard breaker?"

Meng Qianxiao raised the corners of his mouth and replied, "Are we not qualified to break into your altar of red demons? To confront us is to confront the emperor. You have figured it out.

"If our palmist, Mei Zun Lan Yuer guarantees his life, absolutely no one you are looking for, and if you still want to break through, it is the invasion and disrespect of our Red Devil Altar. At that time, we will pursue it to the end." Another voice flew with a figure. I saw a young man dressed in red, with a tall nose and bright eyes flying in front of the seven knives of the ghost house and landing with his feet.

Seeing this person coming, Gan Xin's face became more ugly.

"This is one of the four envoys of our Red Devil Altar. Don't laugh." Gan Xin introduced.

Jun Mo smiled and smiled at Gan Xin and said, "I'm here to send a message for Mei Zun."

Meng Qianxiao was worried when he heard the words of Don't laugh. I was in a hurry for a while, and I didn't get any order to break into other people's gangs to search for people. I just tried to scare them with the majesty of the ghost house. I want to break through, but it doesn't make sense.

Jun Mo bent down politely and waited for Meng Qianxiao's decision.

Meng Qianxiao's expression was tense, and his mind turned sharply. He glanced at the six people, Gan Xin and Jun Moxiao, as if he had been slapped fiercely.

Since Lan Yuer dares to use her life as a guarantee, I'm afraid there will be no fraud. But if you really break into the altar of the Red Devil, not to mention that the people present will stop it. After that, they will investigate it, and they will also be at a loss.

"Okay, let's give up!" Meng Qianxiao waved his sleeves and turned around and walked back quickly, with a look full of resentment.

The people in the ghost house also stared fiercely at the six people opposite and followed Meng Qianxiao closely.