The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 56: Waiting for the Rabbit, Revealing the Trace
After a busy period of time, the arrangement was finally completed, and this exquisite courtyard has undergone a great transformation.

The first thing was that on the front side of the attic, there was an altar that was ten feet high, covered with yellow cloth, and with incense and candles burning.

The spirit-calling bell, peach wood sword, yellow talisman, sacrificial bowl, white sail and other magical instruments have all been placed in place.

With the attic as the core, red lines are drawn from the eaves and cliffs, with incense coins hanging on them, covering the entire attic like a spider web.

With this arrangement, let alone humans, even if a real ghost came, it would be impossible for it to enter or leave quietly.

Of course, there is a path left, which is only accessible to weak people, and one must pass through the altar.

After everything was arranged, Chu Zhou pulled over Mr. Zhao, whispered to him, agreed to deliver some food at a regular time, and then drove everyone away.

Well, a group of people, from Mr. Zhao, to the two martial artists, to a group of servants, the departing figures all seemed a little anxious, and they walked in a hurry, fearing to be a step slower than others.

After everyone had left, the courtyard became completely quiet. Chu Zhou didn't waste any words. He took a step forward, stepped into the air, and went up to the altar.

He waved his hand, and Yi Huai, Fan Tiehu and Wei Fangjie started moving below.

They were all wearing Taoist robes and holding weapons. Wei Fangjie took out his big spear, Yi Huai held an iron sword, and only Fan Tiehu was empty-handed.

They each found a corner of the yard, either standing still or practicing martial arts, without disturbing each other, and soon they got into the state.

As for Xu Cheng, he didn't come!

Xuanzhen Temple is such a big place, and with the arrival of Taoist Master Qingjing, there must be someone to guard it.

Among the five brothers, Xu Cheng may not be very old and his martial arts skills are not very high, but he has a calm personality and is suitable for guarding the family. With Fan Zhong by his side, even if something happens, it will not be a big problem.

On the altar, Chu Zhou sat on the throne behind the altar with his arms and legs crossed. His eyes were slightly closed, as if they were half open and half closed, and his breathing gradually became regular.

He sat there, seemingly unmoved, but in fact his blood and energy were surging, his strength was like the tide, and his muscles, bones, and skin were all in a relaxed yet active state.

Moreover, along with his breathing, his perception was extended to the extreme. Within a radius of 100 meters, even the flapping wings of mosquitoes and flies could not escape his eyes and ears.

He sat like this for the entire afternoon, until the sun went down and the lights came on, and then a servant came tremblingly over to bring him food and water.

Chu Zhou personally carried the food box to the attic, knocked on the door, and then left.

Then, eat, drink tea, take pills, do some basic training, and then watch...

This guard lasted for a whole night!
That night, the one-horned ghost seemed to have sensed the danger and did not show up. The Zhao family also spent the night in peace and nothing happened.

The next day, the same routine of sitting, practicing martial arts, eating, and waiting, time passed quietly, and another day had passed!

On this day, the one-horned ghost still did not appear, as if it had disappeared.

But this disappearance itself is very abnormal.

Chu Zhou still remembered that during the class in the Jieying Hall, some basic knowledge of ghost practice was taught.

Although evil spirits and evil ghosts cannot be considered ghost cultivators, some basic characteristics are still the same.

For example, the evil ghosts and wronged souls that can stay in the human world are all people with huge resentments and deep hatred. They don't want to fall into the underworld even after death, so it is possible that they can be entangled with some ghost energy and stay in the world of the living.

In fact, their wisdom is no longer complete. They only act based on the resentment in their hearts and their behaviors are caused by the resentment.

For example, a drowned ghost will drag others into the water to replace itself; a starving ghost will always be looking for food in an attempt to fill its stomach.

All these were caused by resentment. If the one-horned ghost was really a ghost, no matter why it entangled the second daughter of the Zhao family, it would not have stopped coming just because Chu Zhou and the other three were here.

He would not have such judgment.

But now, he really didn't come, which indirectly proved that this ghost really is a ghost.

Of course, Chu Zhou wouldn't be anxious if he didn't come, because he felt that he was not the one who should be anxious now.

In this way, three days passed, and the Zhao family was peaceful for three days.

The servants were already saying that Taoist Master Chu was three times more powerful than the former Taoist Master Xuan Zhen, and that he was able to scare the evil spirit so much that it dared not come out.

When Chu Zhou heard this, he just smiled and thought there was no need to pay attention to the words of fools.

However, the one-horned ghost was really patient, and his martial arts skills and secretive whereabouts were beyond his expectations.

During these few days, Chu Zhou was not the only one who was waiting. The Yunya Sword Sect and those ghostwriters had almost turned Baisha City upside down, but still could not find Luo Gan.

If this person is really in Baisha City, then the depth of his hiding is beyond imagination.

However, Chu Zhou was not in a hurry. He had plenty of patience. At least, he was much calmer than the slim woman in the attic.

These days, she has been peeking through the window more and more often. Even at this distance, Chu Zhou can sense that she is like an ant on a hot pan, unable to find peace.

She was anxious, so he should be anxious too!
With this mentality, Chu Zhou felt more and more at ease. Two more days passed, until that night, when what was supposed to come finally came.

...It is late at night.

Dark clouds filled the sky, blocking the starlight, and the earth was dim and dark, making it difficult to see clearly. Moreover, the autumn wind was bleak, blowing through the eaves and brackets of the corridors, and only the sound of "woohoo" could be heard.

In the backyard of the Zhao family, a light mist seemed to rise since someone didn't know when. It wasn't too thick, and it lingered in the Zhao mansion with the autumn wind. There was even the fragrance of grass and trees lingering around the nose.

So, those who were sleeping soundly slept even more soundly; those who were not sleeping soundly also fell into a deep sleep and were unaware of anything.

In the corner of the yard, Yi Huai, Fan Tiehu and Wei Fangjie, who were originally sitting cross-legged, seemed to have noticed it. They couldn't help but twitch their noses, and then they all fell to the ground.

As for Chu Zhou, he suddenly opened his eyes, and he seemed to want to stand up, but halfway through the movement, he shook the handle of the armchair and sat down again. His eyes became more and more hazy, and he leaned on the chair.

They might be the last group of people who fell asleep in the entire Zhao Mansion. When they all fell down, everything was completely dead silent.

Until another gust of autumn wind blew, and the shadow seemed to twist in the corner of the wall, and a two-meter-tall ghost with a single horn on its head and covered with black hair walked out.

He approached like a flying ghost, and stopped only in front of the red line. He stared around with scarlet eyes, then looked at Chu Zhou on the altar with a mocking look.

But he did not delay any longer. Instead, he turned around, walked under the altar, and followed the gap left by the red line, heading towards the attic step by step.

At this point, it was clear that he was not a ghost.

Because the red lines eventually affected his lightness skills. If he didn't want to destroy the red lines, he had to walk carefully and be careful not to touch the hair.

But everything went smoothly. When he arrived at the attic, he knocked on the door lightly, "beep, beep, beep", two long and one short, three times.

Finally, candles were lit in the attic, and a figure was imprinted on the door. It opened with a creaky sound, and it was the second daughter of the Zhao family, wearing a gauze dress, who walked out.

When she saw the one-horned ghost, she was not afraid at all, but instead looked excited.

Her red lips parted slightly, and she blurted out in a voice that sounded a bit resentful: "You're here, you're finally here, you, you... No! No!"

"You shouldn't have come. My father, Mr. Zhao, invited a powerful Taoist priest from Xuanzhen Temple to capture you."

The one-horned ghost's lips moved silently, but the sound fell into the ears of the graceful woman.

After hearing this, she shook her head, trying hard to shake her head: "Don't kill anyone, really don't kill anyone, I know these people are like duckweed in your eyes, and you can take their lives at will.

But there are too many people in this city looking for you, and some of them are really powerful masters, so run, run quickly!"

The one-horned ghost moved his lips again and said something, but the woman just shook her head.

She was even unwilling to let the one-horned ghost enter her boudoir again, and just pushed it away at the door. Later, she even raised a dagger and pressed it against her neck, forcing the one-horned ghost to leave quickly.

However, what they didn’t know was that on the altar opposite them, Chu Zhou slowly raised his neck, sat up straight, and watched with interest for a long time.

Finally, before his patience ran out, he spoke: "What a pair of infatuated man and resentful woman, what a love story between a human and a ghost, I have broadened my horizons.

It's just that you guys are so endless, do you really think we don't exist!"

His voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear in the darkness.

The one-horned ghost jumped up almost as if he had been electrocuted, and with a stretch of his furry big hands, he protected the second daughter of the Zhao family behind him, then turned around and faced Chu Zhou.

His pupils were blood red, and no one knew if they were real eyes or rubies. When he stared at Chu Zhou, his malice surged like a tide, as if he wanted to devour someone.

His lips moved, but no sound came out. However, a cold male voice rang in Chu Zhou's ears: "I don't know how you avoided my poisonous smoke, but you shouldn't make a sound. If you make a sound, I will have no choice but to kill you."

"Kill me? Haven't you already killed me once?"

Chu Zhou smiled, pointed at his head, and said, "I don't remember, you hit me here with a thick mourning stick, but this time, I don't think you brought it with you?"

The one-legged ghost's eyes froze. He really didn't recognize him. Many people died at his hands, such as Chu Zhou in the past. They were not considered big shots and were not worth remembering.

But in the next second, his cold voice became even colder: "Since you have escaped with your life, you should be content. How dare you come here?"

"Come, you must come, otherwise how can I avenge this hatred and resentment?"

Chu Zhou slowly stood up and stretched his muscles. Amid the crackling sound of friction, a powerful force was released in all directions.

As he moved, Yi Huai, Wei Fangjie and Fan Tiehu also stood up, moved their hands and feet in various ways, and took out their weapons, as if they were making preparations before a big battle.

At this time, Chu Zhou's voice sounded again, dim and dark, but it seemed to echo in the empty world: "I'm curious, should I call you a one-horned ghost?

Or should I call you the traitor of the Yunya Sword Sect, Luo Gan, the lone traveler of thousands of miles?"

laugh!
Before he finished speaking, a cold light broke through the air!

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