My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 369 Tonight, Catch Ghosts

Late at night.

There has been no trace of the demon tribe for more than half a month, but there are still soldiers on duty every few meters on the walls of Yangguan, without any slacking.

A soldier heard shouting from the side.

He turned around, but only saw the guy next to him winking at him. When he saw him looking at him, he said something with a playful smile.

The words are simple.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom, keep an eye on it for me."

"...Can't you just solve it outside the wall?"

"Open it wide."

"Get out of here, get out of here, lazy donkey is going to get a lot of shit and piss on the millstone

It was a normal conversation.

The soldier didn't care. He just quietly guarded his post and glanced at his departing companions from time to time.

The sun is dim under the night sky.

The evening breeze was cool, he shrank his head and stared at the darkness outside the pass, which was a vast expanse of miserable scorched earth.

In the past, every time I looked at the dark scene outside the pass in the dead of night, I would feel a little strange in my heart.

After all, in the past, no one knew when and how the monsters would come.

But now, I feel a lot more relaxed than before.

There was no other reason, just because of the scene in the sky outside the pass that day, and they knew that at this moment, there were three people with great supernatural powers in the sixth realm within Yangguan.

For so many days, I haven't seen any trace of the demon tribe. I guess they are scared.

Speaking of which, will this war be over soon?
I'm going back to my hometown to get married.

But this matter is not something that a small soldier like me can have the final say on.

As he daydreamed, he glanced at the seat of his "absent" companion as usual.

A figure stood there.

Ok?
He was stunned at first, but then he cursed angrily.

"You bastard, you didn't even tell me you were back. You scared me to death in the middle of the night, didn't you?"

He cursed, then turned his head away with an annoyed look on his face.

According to common sense, the boy would either apologize to him with a grin or curse back at him.

He didn't want to waste any more time talking to this lazy ass.

It’s best not to bother with each other.

Can……

When the other party really didn't speak, a hint of surprise and confusion emerged in the soldier's heart.

No, what’s the matter? Did you lose your brain due to taking a shit?

He turned his head again and glanced at his companion.

The figure still stood there, his body straight, like the many soldiers defending the city walls.

The night was as black as ink.

Even the human figure was pitch black.

The soldier's eyesight was not very good, so he rubbed his eyes and then squinted his eyes.

His pupils contracted slightly, and there was surprise in his eyes.

"Hell..."

How to describe it.

Everything on that figure was constantly fluctuating and flickering, and black waves were flowing throughout his body.

The whole body is pitch black, but the limbs are sometimes long and sometimes short, including the head.

The head was sometimes big, sometimes small, sometimes round, sometimes flat.

What the hell.

For some reason, the soldier suddenly became stiff and forgot to think.

But at least he had to shout.

There was a tap on the shoulder and a playful voice came from behind me.

"I'm back, I'm back, thank you brother."

The soldier's body trembled, and then he suddenly grabbed his companion.

That's the real touch, it's a real person.

"Brother, what's wrong..."

"You, you, you, look over there, what's that thing." He pointed at the city wall in front of him, his voice a little unclear.

"Huh? There's nothing there. What did you see?"

The soldier who had just finished using the toilet looked confused.

The post that belonged to me in front was empty, not even a bird was there.

These words made him stare blankly, and then he turned his head to look again.

The figure that was seen on the city wall before has now disappeared.

Cold sweat broke out from the soldier's forehead. He kept taking deep breaths, and finally a shout came out of his throat that echoed throughout the entire city wall.

"Ghost!"

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"You said you saw a ghost?"

The old sect leader was in seclusion. Zhou Xuanyuan, who was temporarily in charge of all affairs of Yangguan, was looking at the person reporting in front of him with a puzzled look.

He thought it was a joke.

I have cultivated to this point, and there are no ghosts in this world. But the person who said this is a commander with four realms of great supernatural powers. Zhou Xuanyuan doesn't think this matter is used to amuse him.

"To be precise, it's not me, but the soldiers under me." The great master was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

As if he was worried that Zhou Xuanyuan wouldn't believe him, he took the initiative to explain.

"This has been going on for a few days. When I first saw it, I thought it was probably because the soldiers were too tired and had too much mental stress, so they saw hallucinations. There have been no demonic disasters recently, so I arranged for them to take a few more rest shifts."

"It can be said that more and more people have seen the 'ghost'. Within three days, more than ten soldiers have reported this incident, in different places and at different times."

"I feel that this matter still needs to be reported."

These words made Zhou Xuanyuan stunned.

I really couldn't think of any good answer at the moment, so I sent the commander away first.

Then he turned around and looked at Ye Wuyou beside him.

"Brother Ye, what do you think?"

Ye Wuyou looked indifferent, gently put down the teacup and said.

"You ask me what I think? Have you forgotten what I do?"

The dark blue figure always accompanies him.

Ye Wuyou sleeps with a strange companion every day, and he has mental problems, voices in his head, and problems with his eyes.

She is good friends with Kayako, has beaten up the footless man, and teased Toshio...

ghost?
Is it weird and scary?

Ye Wuyou had already become numb.

Zhou Xuanyuan pondered for a moment, thinking that this seemed to be the truth, and then he spoke slowly.

"There are two possibilities. Either it is the remnant of a deceased soul, or it is an illusion..."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Ye Wuyou's words were so decisive.

The soul is something that can only be manifested in the middle three realms.

If his mind was wandering like this, the narrator would have swallowed him as a snack long ago.

As for illusion?

When it comes to illusion, nothing can be hidden from Ye Wuyou.

"There will always be some remnants of illusions. At least in the past few days, I haven't felt any signs of illusions at all."

"Besides, there are three sixth-level cultivators in the city, but they couldn't find out. You and I didn't find out either. Could it be that there are seventh-level cultivators who came to Yangguan to perform magic and play tricks? What's their intention?"

Zhou Xuanyuan was stunned, then muttered.

"What could that be?"

Both the illusion and the residual soul were denied by Ye Wuyou, and Zhou Xuanyuan really couldn't think of anything else.

"Hasn't the commander already said it?" Ye Wuyou said.

"what?"

Ye Wuyou's words came with doubt.

"Why can't it be a ghost?"

Hearing this answer, Zhou Xuanyuan burst into laughter.

"Brother Ye, there are no ghosts in this world."

[Idiot, why are you wasting your time talking to this idiot? Ants are really short-sighted...]

Ye Wuyou didn't pay attention to the narration and responded calmly.

"Is it?"

Zhou Xuanyuan said with an expression of disbelief.

"Have you ever seen any ghostly things during your practice? I'm not talking about weird things, nor are I talking about ghosts created by some evildoers."

There is some truth in what you said.

Up to now, Ye Wuyou has never seen a ghost.

"But why does this saying exist in the world?" Ye Wuyou asked curiously.

Zhou Xuanyuan spread his hands.

"How should I know? It has been passed down from ancient times, but that doesn't mean anything."

But then, Zhou Xuanyuan seemed to remember something and smiled faintly.

"When I was young, I also had the same doubts as you, Brother Ye. I thought that existence is reasonable, so how could there be such a made-up empty word?"

"Besides, there are indeed records of methods of 'exorcising ghosts' in Taoism. I think this is why many people believe in it."

"It just so happened that I went to the Taoist sect to practice and exchange ideas. Fang Ning was there at the time. She and I did experiments at the mass grave at the foot of the mountain. We tried for a long time according to the methods of 'soul-stealing' and 'ghost-luring' in Taoist books, but there was no trace of the ghost."

"At that time, I knew that there were no ghosts in this world."

Ye Wuyou nodded slightly, thinking that Zhou Xuanyuan and Fang Ning were also such suicidal people when they were young.

Isn’t this just like playing with the Ouija board in the dark or peeling apples in front of a mirror when we were young?

But he asked out of pure curiosity.

"Taoism... Taoism has been around for thousands of years, or even longer, so why would it record these non-existent magical powers?"

The Taoism in this world is a true sect of spiritual practice.

For example, the "thunder summoning technique" recorded in Taoism can really kill you with one thunderbolt.

These words left Zhou Xuanyuan speechless.

"So what do you think, Brother Ye?" Zhou Xuanyuan asked.

"It's not simple yet."

Ye Wuyou smiled faintly, then stood up, with a strange light in his eyes.

"Tonight, catch ghosts."