Blood Moon is the northernmost, and the ancient town is auspicious.

If you look north, you will see the continuous snow-capped mountains that will not be melted for thousands of years, quiet and mysterious. If you cross those snow-capped mountains, you will be the void star field and endless gravel floating land.

Hanji Town, the northern continental edge of the Blood Moon.

There are several families in the town, Cross Street and the southeast corner. They are all courtyards with blue bricks and gray tiles, almost uniform styles. The eaves are covered with thick snow.

There are snowy people in the cold and good fortune, and immortals live in mixed places. There are ancient remnants and inland migrants in the ancient town.

This southeast corner is considered the edge of Hanji Town. Most of the residents here migrated later, but the ages are different.

It was morning, and the coldness had not dissipated. There was even coldness in the void.

At this moment, the black courtyard door of the house on the east side was gently opened. Then, a 17 or 18-year-old boy walked out slowly. The boy was thin and wrapped in a cotton robe. He looked sick and weak.

"Cough! Cough!" I wonder if it was because of the stimulation of air conditioning on the street, the young man started his fist, coughed twice, and then wanted to go to the center of the town.

"Axuan, it's early!" At this moment, the young neighbor also opened the door.

He was a man wearing an ordinary black robe with a good temperament and should be a monk. However, the man in black looked quite ugly. Such looks were never common among monks.

"It's early! Brother Ye!" The sick boy stopped and smiled gently when he looked at the man in black.

"So early, are you going to prescribe medicine again?" said the man in black.

"Well! Once every three months. You can't go! If I don't have medicine, I can't bear it for years! I will maintain my medicine and it won't get better!" The sick boy smiled bitterly.

"Hehe!" the man in black smiled, "Maybe, Mr. Tang's medicine is not right! Otherwise, I'll prescribe you a prescription. Maybe, it'll be fine in a moment."

"Brother Ye. If there was a prescription, I would have been cured several times! Is this still the result?" The sick boy knew that the man in black was joking.

"Haha! That's good!" The man in black laughed and said, "Go. I'll invite you to drink when you have time!"

"Okay! Just one word is certain!" The sick boy smiled before turning around and leaving.

Looking at the back of the sick boy, the man in black gradually calmed down. Then his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

Because, although in Hanji Town, no matter how immortals or mortals, everyone is extremely low-key.

However, for five hundred years, the man in black has not seen the depth of this pathological boy who claims to be A Xuan, and he has not even figured out whether this boy is an immortal or a mortal.

In fact, that young man was very ordinary, just like many villagers in Hanji Town. Except for his illness, the disease was very strange, similar to insufficient qi and blood. After a period of time, his body gradually moved and could not move.

According to the young man, he had wandered around many places, and only the medicine from Tang Lao in Hanji Town could keep him alive. Apart from this strange disease, everything about the young man was normal. On weekdays, he would weave some straw mats and occasionally teach a few children in the town to read and practice calligraphy.

However, the man in black just felt that the boy had something wrong. It was a strong, instinctive, but unfounded feeling.

That sick boy is definitely not an ordinary person. Because this man in black is called Ye Xingbai.

In the Shura Demonic Continent, the person who cannot tell the depth of the Poxuantian Mo Turtle Pavilion may be a problem in itself.

Five hundred years ago, Ye Xingbai was ordered by the Qing Demon Son to come to Hanji Town, with his real name and surname, and lived here openly. However, except for the foreigner Tang, no one in the town knew that he was the Lord of the Mo Turtle Pavilion of Poxuantian.

Ye Xingbai's existence is actually a warning or even a threat to the Tang family. However, for some reason, Mr. Tang remained silent.

Five hundred years ago, Hanji Town was very peaceful. Except, the fifteenth day of the month, the blood moon night.

At this time, the day is getting higher and the town is gradually becoming lively and lively.

The blacksmith shop's shopkeeper, the inn shopkeeper, the hunter holding a dog sled, the woman embroidering the door, etc. They all appeared in the town one after another. They were Hanji Town, the oldest resident.

This is a very common day in Hanji Town.

Ye Xingbai stood with his hands behind his back and took a deep breath. Ye Xingbai is now at the second level of a fairy. However, he understood that if this town wanted to keep him, it would be difficult for him to leave.

Then, Ye Xingbai looked at the sick boy and himself, the yard opposite him.

Fifteen years ago, an old mortal couple on the opposite side died. An outside girl in red moved into the yard opposite. There were many strange immortals in Hanji Town, and the arrival of the girl in red did not cause much reaction.

However, Ye Xingbai was very careful.

For fifteen years, the girl in red has gone through and out in a simple way and rarely appears. She seems to be practicing quietly. However, on the 15th of every month, the full blood moon night, the girl in red must be cross-legged on the roof.

Ye Xingbai didn't know what the girl in red was doing. However, he could sense that she was a fairy with a cultivation level above him.

Ye Xingbai was very interested in these two neighbors. Tonight, it was another full moon night.

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The blue courtyard is free of miscellaneous things. The two rooms are simple in layout and empty.

There was only one cushion, and the girl in red sat cross-legged. Just as the sick boy opened the door and left, the girl in red slowly opened her eyes.

She is naturally Shen Ming.

Fifteen years ago, Shen Ming entered Hanji Town. As soon as he entered Hanji, Shen Ming felt the extremely powerful ghost coffin energy. However, although the ghost coffin energy was shrouded in, Shen Ming still couldn't feel the location of the ghost coffin.

Hanji Town is an extremely special place for Shen Ming. So, she chose to live here.

Ninth level of the immortal!

That is, the shopkeepers of the old shop in Tang Ji were all below Shen Ming. Therefore, Shen Ming was safe and sound. No one in Hanji Town could see through her cultivation.

In Hanji Town, besides Blood Moon and Ghost Coffin, Shen Ming was most interested in the Tang family, but the strange neighbor.

Even Shen Ming couldn't see through that sick boy. Her feeling was actually the same as Ye Xingbai.

Shen Ming couldn't see the depth of the boy. He was not even an immortal, but an ordinary person. However, that boy gave Shen Ming a very special feeling.

The boy who took medicine every day was definitely not an ordinary person. Although Shen Ming was in the courtyard, he could still see the boy's back, and his eyebrows were slightly locked.

Then, Shen Ming locked his eyes on Ye Xingbai. Shen Ming's realm was far above Ye Xingbai.

The second level of the immortal!

This cultivation level is really top in the entire Hanji Town. In Shen Ming's opinion, if we only talk about the realm, it is probably only the old shopkeeper of the Tang Ji old shop and the inn owner on the Cross Street who can be comparable to him.

However, although Chen Ming had heard of the title of Lord of the Mo Turtle Valley, he did not know Ye Xingbai. Ye Xingbai knew some of Amu's past, but he also knew Chen Ming.

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The snow color, the moonlight, is still cold. On the ancient roof, a bloody moon rises slowly.

At this time, Chen Ming had already sat cross-legged on the ancient roof. This has been the case for fifteen years.

On the night of the fifteenth, the blood moon wheel was full. A faint red light crossed over the snow, filling the entire Hanji town with a mysterious and confused color.

Chen Ming's spiritual consciousness dispersed.

There are still dozens of figures in the entire Hanji Town, either light or dark, watching the Blood Moon. They are not from Hanji Town. It is said that in the past five hundred years, no one has ever been crazy in Hanji Town.

The blood moon became thicker, but the shadow of the coffin did not appear. None of the indigenous people in Hanji Town got up, and no one was holding lights. It seemed that they were all asleep.

Only in the cold air, a few cats and dogs were heard, sometimes breaking the tranquility of the night.

In fact, for fifteen years, Chen Ming had already become familiar with everything about the Blood Moon Night. At this time, the blood moon was getting thicker, but the so-called coffin shadow had not yet appeared.

Chen Ming was not urgent, but she had a feeling that something seemed to happen recently.

Gradually, an inexplicable breath radiated from Hanji Town

In the blood moon, a little black suddenly appeared. In the quiet night, a strange force was surging. In an instant, the feeling in the entire Hanji Town was different.

The mysterious aura became stronger, and the power seemed to come from the inside of the continent, and then dissipated lightly.

Chen Ming frowned. She had this feeling countless times. It was the absolute ghost coffin aura, but every time Chen Ming looked back, he would eventually get lost in the ghost coffin aura.

The black dots in the blood moon gradually spread, and the blood color of the entire Hanji Town gradually faded away and was covered by darkness. The transformation between red and black is magical and weird.

However, in Shen Ming's eyes, it was already normal. After a moment, the black coffin shadow appeared, and its projection just covered the entire Hanji Town.

What Chen Ming saw was no different from what Amu saw at the beginning. However, Chen Ming was more sensitive to all of this.

The ghost eyes of the underworld are even better than the demonic eyes.

Everything in the Cross Street is reflected in Shen Ming's ghost eyes. Countless wandering souls are walking on the Cross Street. On the street, there is a pale light scattered, like hell.

Once upon a time, when I first saw this scene, Chen Ming had doubted whether the ghost coffin was sealed under Hanji Town. However, several investigations had no results.

The ghost coffin is never under Hanji Town. The strange phenomenon of Hanji should only be considered as a resonance.

Chen Ming squinted his eyes. At this moment, the shadow of the coffin in the blood moon became clearer. In an instant, the color of the moon suddenly changed. The blood moon flipped and turned black in an instant, and the black coffin was blood red in an instant.

The blood moon turns into ink, and the black coffin turns into red.

That is, the shadow of the ghost coffin! Chen Ming has long been sure of this. Because every moonlit night, there will be a slight resonance in her body, and even the gradual improvement of her cultivation.

Ghost coffin, ghost body, resonance! Moreover, Chen Ming discovered a secret. For fifteen years, the shadow of the ghost coffin in the blood moon seemed to become clearer and more complete.

In fact, it was a process that would hardly be discovered. However, Chen Ming’s ghost body and ghost eyes were too special.

And just as I was watching the moon in the dark, the sick boy was slowly boiling medicine in the house.

Ye Xingbai received a jade slip for sending a message on this moonlit night, and then his face changed drastically (To be continued...)
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