My Master is Lin Zhengying

One of the ten ghosts of the Dong family.

Counting these two, there are already three.

The two ghosts looked relaxed, and they didn't even notice Uncle Jiu and the others lurking behind the big bluestone.

The two ghosts stood in a pile of graves, continuing to flirt, obviously flirting with each other.

But around the graveyard, there wasn't a single ghost, and I couldn't feel the yin energy of the other ghosts.

In other words, all the ghosts in the graves have been emptied.

At this time, only the male ghost in white said:

"Little sister, you know that.

I am real to you.

My cousin is working in the hands of the second lady.

If you follow me, I just need to tell my second cousin.

At your level, you can become like me in an instant, becoming a white robe..."

As soon as the male ghost finished speaking, the female ghost called Xiaomei became a little excited:

"really?

If so.

Slave, tonight, tonight, tonight, I will obey you..."

After speaking, the female ghost began to lean on the male ghost.

This male ghost is also shameless, and started to do things in the grave...

Seeing such a scene, Nan Chen Qiusheng and the others stared straight.

This guy Wen Cai is drooling and tongue dry.

Uncle Jiu was sullen and snorted coldly:

"Whatever you look at, it's immoral.

Go around! "

After finishing speaking, Uncle Jiu took the three of them and continued to detour.

Wencai and Qiusheng still couldn't hold back and took a few more glances.

That scene was so evocative and exciting.

Still in the grave, cruel enough.

Although Nan Chen was also attracted just now, he soon came back to his senses.

And said to Uncle Jiu:

"Master, just now I heard what the female ghost and the male ghost said about gray clothes and white clothes.

Does this have anything to say in the Dong family? "

Uncle Jiu recorded the route and looked around.

He opened his mouth and replied:

"This Dong family is a very powerful family.

In their family, ghost cultivation is divided into eight levels.

Grey, white, green, yellow, red, purple, blue, blue.

Among them, gray, white, green, yellow and red, five levels, belong to slave ghosts.

Ziqinglan is the heir of the family.

Each level has corresponding rights.

The white and gray we saw just now are all the lowest-level slave ghosts of the Dong family..."

Uncle Jiu explained.

Nan Chen let out an "oh", and had a new understanding of the Dong family.

This family is not only powerful, but also raises ghost slaves.

But this was not what Nan Chen was most concerned about, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Follow Uncle Jiu and continue to sneak up the mountain.

After a while, the four of them approached the halfway up Qingxuan Mountain.

Here is the area where Xiaoyu's ashes are buried.

Even from a distance, one can already see the abandoned tomb where Old Master Ren was buried.

And Xiaoyu's cemetery is beside the weeds not far away...

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