Because of the age of time and time has changed, and that era was marked by war, many old ghosts have been forgotten in the corner of history.

However, that era was an era of frequent supernatural events.

Those monks and Taoists who have been occupied by Taoist temples, regardless of whether they have the ability to catch ghosts or subdue monsters, most of them have the signs of a mage and are better than those who are beggars.

However, the risk is still very high. If you encounter an evil ghost, Li Yao, you will accidentally explain it.

However, there are still some masters who are really capable. Moreover, at that time, materialism had not yet taken root in China, and the people still believed in ghosts and gods, and their attitude towards masters was extremely admired. This included many warlords and powerful people who spared money to do a ritual.

The endless ghosts and the endless monsters are collected. In a sense, this chaotic era is also the golden age of the mage.

Floating in a fiery red ocean, Ye Shaoyang's consciousness was blurred, and he moved forward slowly with the waves.

In the distant sky, shadows appeared, which looked like a mountain, hidden among the clouds.

Before Ye Shaoyang could take a closer look, a familiar voice sounded behind him: "Shaoyang!"

Ye Shaoyang was shocked and looked back and found that it was Rui Lengyu, wearing the tight leather jacket she wore when she first met, with long hair fluttering, heroic and heroic appearance, looking like a female agent. Standing in the middle of the sea, slowly sank down, only revealing her head and hands.

"Shaoyang, save me," Rui Lengyu said with difficulty, his eyes full of hope, and he asked Ye Shaoyang for help.

Ye Shaoyang swam over immediately, and at this moment, another familiar voice came from his left: "Shaoyang"

Turning around, it was Xiaojiu. Like Rui Lengyu, she also floated in the water and struggled constantly. There was only despair in her eyes, and she did not ask Ye Shaoyang for help. She only said one sentence: "Go and save Lengyu."

Ye Shaoyang looked around and saw that both of them were hanging by a thread and they were about to sink, but there was a distance between them. Ye Shaoyang had a strong feeling: he could only save one person!

Save Leng Yu or Xiao Jiu?

Ye Shaoyang fell into a painful struggle. At this time, he saw a huge black wave rushing from a distance. At this speed, it would definitely hit it within ten seconds at most.

One must be saved!

This thought emerged in Ye Shaoyang's heart. He wanted to make up his mind to save one at will, at least they could not let both of them die. Save one, but who should I save?

In this difficult choice, Ye Shaoyang was always struggling and unable to make a decision. He could not accept saving one and sacrifice the other. The huge waves hit him and drown Rui Lengyu and Xiaojiu together.

"No!!"

Ye Shaoyang shouted loudly, sat up suddenly, and opened his eyes.

Everything disappeared. There were no waves, nor Rui Lengyu and Xiaojiu. Ye Shaoyang knew that he had a dream.

He gasped violently for a while, looked around and found himself in a completely unfamiliar room. The room was quite broken and there was no light. Ye Shaoyang looked at it in the dark: a desk, a wooden cabinet, and the bed he was sleeping in was all made of wood, which looked very ancient.

What is this place? Why is it here?

Ye Shaoyang was stunned for a moment, and his memory began to recover in his drowsy brain. He remembered the Battle of the Sky and the last scene: He used his magic power to ring the Donghuang Bell, and then he was exhausted and seemed to faint. Yes, that was his last memory. But where was he now?

Ye Shaoyang thought about it and felt that the biggest possibility was that he was rescued. After all, his friends were all by his side at that time, so of course they could not leave him alone.

Ye Shaoyang felt that the first thing he should confirm was which space here is the space realm, ghost realm, or human world?

Ye Shaoyang supported himself and wanted to sit up, but the pain of tearing under his ribs made him fall on the bed with a muffled groan, and he tossed and turned for a long time but couldn't get over it.

In the pain, he thought that this was the wound left by Rui Lengyu's fingers: he was injured in the air, even if he projected back to the human world, the wound of flesh would still exist. It was precisely based on this point that Ye Shaoyang judged that this was the human world, because this torn pain was only available in the physical body.

"Hey, is there anyone?" Ye Shaoyang lay down for a long time and felt better. He couldn't help but shout loudly. He thought that no matter where this place was, the friends would not be able to leave their wounded alone here, they must be nearby.

Sure enough, the door was pushed open with a creaking sound. Ye Shaoyang lay on the bed and heard two footsteps. He couldn't raise his head in pain and asked, "Who is it?"

"Oh, your cousin finally woke up. Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless you. I saw that he was so seriously injured, and I thought he couldn't survive. Bah, just wake up, just wake up."

A sharp female voice chattered, with a strong northern accent, Ye Shaoyang could understand it, and he was puzzled: Cousin? What the hell?

Driven by great curiosity, Ye Shaoyang forced himself to turn over and looked up. He first saw an oil lamp that shone into the eyes of two people. One was an old lady, who looked like the Liu Laolao who Ye Shaoyang watched in a TV series on Dream of Red Mansions when he was a child, with one mouth and one mouthful of big black teeth.

The other is a woman who looks in her thirties. She is pretty good. She has a beauty mole on her left eyebrow and has a lot of freckles on her face, but she looks pretty overall.

What Ye Shaoyang noticed was not her appearance, but the dress of the two women: both of them were wearing light-colored, and their hair was combed back and tied up. Ye Shaoyang couldn't describe this dress. Anyway, it was the dress of the poor women that I often saw in the movies.

Female ghost?

Ye Shaoyang's first instinctive reaction, but it was not.

The two women stared at him with a smile, and the old woman like Grandma Liu spoke again: "Young Master, how are you?"

"Who are you?" Ye Shaoyang murmured.

The old woman was stunned for a moment and looked at the slightly charming young woman.

The young woman angrily glanced at Ye Shaoyang and said to the old woman: "He is probably fed and confused. He has been sleeping for a few days and doesn't even recognize me." He turned to Ye Shaoyang and said, "I am your cousin."

cousin?

(Tonight, I will celebrate my friend Ye Bei's birthday, and I will post two chapters first. I will try not to drink. If I come back early in the evening, I will continue writing)
Chapter completed!