Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"Brother Yang, what do you mean?" Ning Zifeng asked with some doubt.

"Captain, please look, every family in this town has closed their doors tightly, but there are still a lot of red scarves hanging on the street, which only happens when there is a happy event."

"But the closed door means that no one will come out. Where did the married groom and bride come from?"

Hearing what Yang Xuan said, Ning Zifeng quickly looked around and found that it was true.

Before Ning Zifeng could speak, Yang Xuan walked out slowly. His eyes kept scanning around and walked to the center of the town.

Although he was dissatisfied with Yang Xuan's mysterious behavior, his main task was to protect Yang Xuan after all. Ning Zifeng could only suppress the doubts in his heart and walked over with people.

A small group was walking in the town. They didn't meet a pedestrian all the way, and there were people trying to peep at them in the surrounding houses.

This strange atmosphere made Ning Zifeng uncomfortable all over, but Yang Xuan seemed to be unaware of it. He paced slowly and carefully observed the changes of those red colors.

Sure enough, the closer to the center of the town, the more strange these red colors became. In the end, they even covered with a layer of black.

For this matter, Yang Xuan and Ning Zifeng didn't feel anything, but the soldiers behind them murmured.

"Oh, hey, do you see that the habits here are so strange, red and black." Said a slightly younger soldier.

"Shh! Don't talk if you don't understand. If you bump into something later, I'm afraid you'll lose your life!" A middle-aged soldier in front of him said with an exaggerated look.

As if he thought of something, the young soldier was immediately frightened by the middle-aged soldier and closed his mouth tightly.

Yang Xuan and Ning Zifeng in front had a very sharp hearing. Of course, they had heard it when they spoke.

Like a tacit understanding, the two turned their heads and looked at each other at the same time.

The next moment, Yang Xuan nodded. Ning Zifeng immediately turned around and looked at the middle-aged soldier.

"You, come out." Ning Zifeng said without emotion.

Seeing that he was named, the middle-aged soldier couldn't get rid of it. He was able to come out of the team with a hard head and asked innocently.

"Captain Ning, what do you call me?"

Feeling the nervous mood on him, the expression on Ning Zifeng's face immediately became kind.

"Nothing. I just want to ask you what you mean just now?"

Hearing Ning Zifeng's question, a trace of hesitation appeared on the middle-aged soldier's face. He knew that he could not muddle through this time and could only repeat his words.

"So what exactly is the thing you said you would bump into?" Yang Xuan turned back and asked.

"Don't you even know this, sir? It's a ghost marriage!" The middle-aged soldier replied with some palpitations.

Ghost marriage!

Almost in an instant, Yang Xuan's mind emerged the content recorded in a book. He once vaguely saw the word ghost marriage.

Although the memory at that time was not clear, Yang Xuan still remembered how cumbersome the process of matching ghost marriage was and how miserable the living ended.

"I see..." Yang Xuan nodded thoughtfully, then quickened his pace and walked innermost with the changing color of red color.

Finally, they came to the center of the town, a wide open space, above which stood a tall dark black stone tablet.

Before he came to the stone tablet, Yang Xuan felt a chill behind him, and an evil vomit was coming out of the stone tablet.

Ning Zifeng immediately became excited. Looking at the stone tablet, his eyes seemed to jump with angry fire.

As a soldier, Ning Zifeng hated such things the most and reacted the most strongly, saying fiercely:

"It's an insult to have such a thing in the border of Da Wei!"

As soon as the talents reached the stone tablet, Ning Zifeng immediately walked over and raised his feet to kick the stone tablet.

"Leave a monument under your feet!" Yang Xuan shouted quickly.

Ning Zifeng's feet stopped in the air, hesitated for a moment, and still put them down. He turned his head and looked at Yang Xuan coldly.

"Brother Yang, what do you mean? Is it difficult that this stone tablet has something to do with you?"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere suddenly became a little gloomy, and everyone's eyes couldn't help looking at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan just waved his hand and said faintly, "of course there won't be any origin, but this monument is quite strange. If you do it easily, I'm afraid it will cause trouble."

"Hum, I don't know how many evils the garrison of Xuanmen pass has caused over the years. It is precisely because of these evils that we have ensured the safety of the border of Da Wei. Will we still be afraid of these things?"

Yang Xuan, who only heard this, sighed for a moment. Ning Zifeng at the moment was very similar to Zheng Ping'an. He couldn't help guessing whether Zhou fengmiao's soldiers were like this.

"Boom!"

Soon there was a huge collapse sound from the stone tablet. Ning Zifeng really had some strength and kicked the stone tablet that looked so tall with one foot.

Watching the stone tablet fall to the ground and fall apart, pieces of stones with words and unknown marks burst everywhere, leaving a billow of smoke on the ground.

"Evil and sneaky things like this shouldn't stay in this world. We should eradicate them once we see them!"

Ning Zifeng looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction and said a word very firmly.

At the moment, Yang Xuan has quietly opened his heavenly eyes, and then looked around.

What the old man feared before must have something to do with this stone tablet. Now the stone tablet has collapsed. I believe some strange things will happen soon.

Thinking so, Yang Xuan got nothing in his heavenly eyes.

The only feeling is that there is a weak and ordinary breath approaching from afar.

He set his eyes on the past. Soon, at the other end of the street, the figure of the old man appeared.

"Junye, Junye! Stop quickly!"

The old man shouted anxiously and loudly, attracting everyone's eyes. Ning Zifeng was slightly stunned and took a step forward.

"What can I do for you, old man?"

The old man ran close. His eyes just looked at the broken stone tablet below and murmured, "it's over... It's over..."