After the ancestors fell

Chapter 230
Mu Qingfeng was wearing a long blue robe, and a skinny black donkey was walking behind him, looking weird and no different from ghost cultivators commonly seen in the Netherworld.She doesn't have the haunting ghostly aura of ordinary ghost cultivators around her, so she often attracts some ghost cultivators who are interested in looking at her.

On the city gate, there was a dark pavilion, in which sat two figures, one of them looked at the shadow of the blue robe and the black donkey reflected in the bronze mirror, and let out a chuckle, with a sarcasm in his tone, "It's just an intruder. Brother, why do you care so much about my ghostly human cultivator?"

The other said: "Brother Jin Cheng, don't be careless. Although the monks who have flowed into my Netherworld these years have been suppressed honestly, they still have to be careful, not to mention that you and I have received this job, it is still a little bit more Heart, if something goes wrong, it’s hard to explain.”

"Okay, stop rambling, no matter what tricks she has, as long as she steps into this city, she will definitely come and go!"

The two on this side were talking cruelly, while Mu Qingfeng and Lu Changsheng on the other side walked through the city gate step by step.

The streets in the city are very wide, about ten feet long, surrounded by independent attics, with strangely shaped lanterns of different lights hanging on them.This is a common custom in places where humans and ghosts live together. Living people hang red lights, ghosts hang white lights, and under the eaves of cultivation are black lights.

If there are no lanterns hanging, it is likely to be a high-priced ghost cultivator or influence above the ghost mansion.

Mu Qingfeng stopped under a nine-story tower, which was one of the most gloomy attics in the entire city. There were no lanterns hanging on the upper floor, and it was extremely noisy inside, with laughter coming from time to time. This is a full-bodied building.

It is roughly similar to the brothel Chuguan in the human world. The former uses beautiful women or handsome men to do singing, laughing and skin business.Here is to use the seven emotions and six desires in the souls of the living and the dead for the guests to play with for fun.

The entire tower continuously exudes a cool black air, and the inside is full of resentment, death, and broken soul power.

Mu Qingfeng stood downstairs for a while, about a cup of tea, when a female cultivator with a charming figure came out.Her complexion is pale, her eyes are dull, her face is heavily painted, she is wearing a floor-length dress, her fragrant shoulders are half exposed, she is charming with a bit of decadence, and in her decadence she is a little bit of rebellious.

The female cultivator covered her mouth and yawned, she propped her body on her arms and leaned against the door without any manners, and cast a sideways glance, "Human cultivator?"

She chuckled lightly, with an arrogant look on her face, "I can't survive in the Netherworld, so I've always come here to find a way out? My little fellow Daoist, seeing that your breath is so clean, why... ah—"

Before she finished speaking, the female cultivator suddenly let out a scream, and her legs and feet staggered. If she hadn't moved quickly to hold the threshold, she would have almost fallen to the ground in front of everyone.

Mu Qingfeng stood silently in front of the door, and when the female cultivator stood up again, she raised her leg and walked straight in from her side.

When they reached the third step, seven or eight ghost cultivators with strong cultivation levels appeared in the tower, blocking Mu Qingfeng's way.

"Renxiu, this is not the place for you!"

The previous female cultivator came back to her senses, and stood lazily where she was, her posture unchanged, as if nothing had happened, "Little fellow daoist, the Nightmare Tower never accepts living monks, what are you doing here?"

Although the cultivation bases of the ghost cultivators blocking the way were not weak, judging from the aura around them, they were no more than the cultivation bases of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul of the human race.At the same time, Mu Qingfeng withdrew his spiritual consciousness, and there were dozens of auras hidden in various parts of this tower that were not weaker than those in the late stage of the human race's transformation into gods.

(End of this chapter)