Pu Cunzhi walked around the village.

Over the years, many young people have left the village, and some people have moved their families, and now there are only about ten families left in Pujia Village, and most of them are old and weak.

These more than a dozen are clearly understood by Pu Cunzhi.

So at this time, Pu Cunzhi was in the village, personally went to see these people’s homes, and found that although the lights were not turned on, there were actually sounds inside.

“It seems that the village is fine.”

This discovery made Pu Cunzhi slightly relieved.

According to the reactions of some people in Pujia Village, it seemed that as long as he closed the door and did not care about the things outside, then nothing would pass overnight.

“It stands to reason that those ghosts should have the ability to penetrate walls, but why don’t they attack the people in the village and only target me?”

Pu Cunzhi was clearly anxious, when he first crossed, he did not open the door, but the door opened by itself.

And when Pu Cunzhi returned to the location of his family’s old home, he suddenly realized.

“Other people’s houses have gossip mirrors on the doors, and the gossip mirrors in the old house were broken by me before.”

At this moment, Pu Cunzhi seemed to understand something.

Pujia Village, every household, above the gate, is inlaid with Bagua mirrors when it is built.

And the old house where Pu Cunzhi was located, but before, when he came back to live, he accidentally got the gossip mirror down.

“Is that the reason?” Pu Cunzhi thought about it carefully and found that the difference between his family and other people’s families was here.

“The Bagua Mirror hanging on the door, also called the Zhao Demon Mirror, is to ward off evil spirits and prevent dirty things.”

“Folklore has it that as long as there is a high mirror, the dirty things cannot pass through the wall, and only the doors and windows can be used.”

“Therefore, as long as the doors and windows are closed and not opened at will, those dirty things cannot enter.”

“Pujia Village’s ‘Mirror of the Demon’, is it really useful?”

Pu Cunzhi made such a guess.

But in any case, it is good that Pujia Village has not suffered any casualties in these days.

“Since I solved those ghosts, the nearby ghosts seem to have disappeared.”

Pu Cunzhi toured Pujia Village, but did not find a similar ghost, so he returned home.

“Gongzi is back.”

Nie Xiaoqian saw Pu Cunzhi’s return and immediately came up to greet him.

“Xiaoqian, since you are reaching out here now, I need you to pay attention to something.”

Pu Cunzhi had no other things for the time being, so he gave some instructions to Nie Xiaoqian.

Nie Xiaoqian was originally a female ghost in the chat, but now in the real world, she will inevitably be a little uncomfortable.

These are all things that need attention.

…………………………………..

One night.

Before the night had completely passed, Pu Cunzhi had already woken up and wanted to take advantage of the dawn to ‘breathe’.

Although the method of Na Qi that Yan Chixia taught to Pu Cunzhi had been transformed into the “Na Yin Refining Body Technique”, Pu Cunzhi could still increase his cultivation by absorbing qi.

He also remembered Yan Chixia’s saying that a wisp of vitality in the early morning was a kind of high-grade clean qi.

So Pu Cunzhi had been prepared for a long time.

The world, which was on the verge of dawn, seemed to return to normal.

“Gongzi, that feeling has subsided.”

And at this time, Nie Xiaoqian felt puzzled and said: “This heaven and earth seem to have changed from the ghosts of the netherworld back to the yang world. ”

“I can feel a lot of impact.”

“And it’s going to be dawn, Gongzi, I will hide for a day.” Nie Xiaoqian reported her situation, and then immediately returned to her columbarium.

And Nie Xiaoqian’s ashes were buried in the courtyard by Pu Cunzhi.

“With the dawn of the sky, heaven and earth changed from that state of netherworld to yang again?”

For Pu Cunzhi, this is also something he has just realized.

“In other words, the real world is still relatively safe during the day!”

Pu Cunzhi didn’t think deeply about it, and he had already jumped onto the roof of his old mansion, facing the east, and meditating.

Time passes little by little.

The sound of the rooster crowing sounded, and the eastern sky turned a touch of fish white, and the heaven and earth became brighter and brighter.

Pu Cunzhi was on the roof and slowly opened his eyes.

And Pu Cunzhi’s eyes, his face, there was obvious shock and deep puzzlement.

“Why…”

“Why… Can’t get any rising sun here? ”

“Moreover, the basic method of absorbing qi does not have the slightest effect here!”

Pu Cunzhi’s face was already more and more shocked: “In other words, in the real world, there is no basis for any natural life cultivation at all!” ”

“The real world is a real land of the end!”

“However, it is also a ghost of the underworld that has been revived by ghost qi!”

Pu Cunzhi thought of this possibility, and suddenly couldn’t help but take a slight breath.

Because, from this inference, he seems to see the eclipsion of human beings, like falling into the abyss of despair


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