I Built the Salvation Organization

But here, it is obviously a mysterious side of power.

That is psychic power.

The ghosts below are transforming spiritual energy like qi and blood into another kind of spiritual energy, which is roughly the same as the principle of a refining oven.

And at this time.

The squire Lu below has also made a decision.

Chapter 220: This is the birth of a fairy

move!

Fame is important, but life is also important. When something like this happens, he always feels that his family is already gloomy, and he can't even sleep.

All of a sudden, the villagers kept approaching the mourning hall.

Every step closer, you can feel the colder.

Some people even trembled constantly.

Even though it was already winter, but opposite to this coldness, there was still a little bit of fear, which made people feel hairy.

Even the people walking in the front couldn't help but slow down.

Even kept retreating backwards.

"Er Gouzi, look at how cowardly you are." The people behind pushed and shoved, and raised their voices, "There is nothing to be afraid of, ghosts are afraid of yang, there are so many of us here."

"Don't be afraid, what are you doing hiding behind me." Er Gouzi pushed the person who spoke to the front in turn, "Go ahead."

"I'm your uncle!"

"You have been practicing martial arts for a long time, and you have enough energy and blood!"

"Let Mr. Lu go ahead, a tiger will not eat its own child."

"Why? You are the one who wants to move!"

Some people just pushed and shoved like this, and no one was willing to leave, which only increased the fear.

No matter how you say it, it's still a ghost.

Or the devil who killed several people.

But at the end, the old man slammed on the ground with his crutches.

"Things that don't live up to expectations, four or five people come and go side by side."

In this era, village elders still have certain authority, no matter how afraid they are, they have to keep walking forward.

At the back, the feet even started to frost.

The chill continued to rush up from the feet and along the spine.

Even gusts of wind blew up, making whining sounds, blowing the flames on the torches of the crowd to jump continuously.

Added to the chill and fear.

But they have already come here, and it is impossible to retreat like this.

When they reached the gate of the mourning hall, they braved up and pushed the gate hard.

call--

A fierce cold wind blew out from the gate, blowing on the body like a knife, the clothes didn't have any effect, and what's worse, all the torches of the crowd went out with a puff.

Immediately fell into darkness.

But in such darkness.

Everyone was in a trance, and saw a figure in the mourning hall!

A figure in a white shroud with a pale face and green eyes.

"My son..."

Sen Han's voice came faintly along with the dark wind.

Terrible!

"what--!"

Master Lu screamed and fell to the ground.

The rest were not much better off.

"Ghost! It's really a ghost!"

"Run!"

"It's Mrs. Lu!"

"There really are ghosts!"

No matter what kind of preparations you have made before, everyone is equally horrified at the moment of seeing a ghost with their own eyes.

Some people couldn't bear the panic any longer, turned around and wanted to run, but in the darkness without a ray of light, they collided fiercely with the rest of the people.