After the ancestors fell

Chapter 217 Under the Mountain
Dark clouds floated from the sky, and it rained heavily in an instant. The pattering water on the ground gathered and flowed down the mountain.

Of course, Mu Qingfeng can shield herself from the wind and rain with magic power, but there is a flash of spiritual light in her palm, and there is an extra ordinary-looking oil-paper umbrella.

A small rabbit-like animal ran out of the rocks in front of it. The fur on its body was battered by the rain, and it looked very embarrassed.

When the little beast saw Mu Qingfeng, it was wary for a moment, and its hair almost stood on end, but it soon realized that Mu Qingfeng didn't seem to have a murderous look on her body, so he only glanced at her, and then ran to another pile of rocks go.

Mu Qingfeng glanced at the little beast lightly, then his eyes fell on the back of the little beast, where there was a cluster of shadows attacking here with a cold aura.

The little beast moved quickly, but the coldness was even faster, and within a few breaths, the little beast was completely shrouded in shadow.Then the little beast emitted a cloud of faint blue light, which slowed down the movement of the shadow attack.

Taking advantage of this slow time, the little beast tried its best to break free from the shadow.

However, the next moment, the shadows flourished again, and the little beast turned into a puddle of blood before it even had time to scream.

After the little beast died, the shadow moved a few inches closer to where Mu Qingfeng was.

The rain was heavy, and the water was mixed with mud and spread everywhere. The mountain peaks in the distance seemed to be melted by the rain.

A black butterfly fluttered its wings from Mu Qingfeng's palm, and flew towards the shadow. Before it got close, the shadow retreated away as if frightened.

The butterfly jumped into the air, lingered in the same place and flew back to Mu Qingfeng's side again. This butterfly is called the Four Feathers Black Gold Moth, and it is the product of the mutation of the Feather Moth. Its perception is ten times that of the Feather Moth. Based on the strength of the late stage, and can swallow the filth.

Unfortunately, it is extremely difficult to breed and does not live long.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, she looked thousands of miles away from the mountain, and then her figure flickered and disappeared in place.

Thousands of miles away from the barren hills, there is a woodland where dozens of families live here and there.It was noon at this time, but because of the rain, the sky looked very gloomy.

A middle-aged couple and a little girl who looked like five years old were sitting opposite each other in the thatched hut.

Behind them, there is a table with several spiritual tablets enshrined on it.Squatting behind one of the coffins was a paper-faced boy with dark eyes, wearing a shroud, staring blankly at the family eating.

Behind the boy, there are two old men and women with paper-like complexions, in tattered shrouds, who seem to have just experienced a fight.

The situation of the other families is roughly the same as this one, except that there are a few more or less people and ghosts.

After eating, some people want to go out.

The woman brought a half-worn bamboo hat and coir raincoat for her husband, and finally brought a three-inch black coffin wood carving with a solemn expression.

"The ghost messengers from Yinshan Mountain haven't left the mountain for three years. If there is still one year left before the tax payment, if we don't get all together, I'm afraid our place will not be peaceful again."

The middle-aged man sighed, but there was not much worry on his face, "There is news from outside that the Yinshan Ghost Mansion is fighting with the ghost generals of the Heishui River in the past few years, I'm afraid they don't have so much time to take care of us. If one of them is lucky and one of them loses the battle, they will never think of a small place like ours."

(End of this chapter)