Chapter 27: Farewell to Wang Zhi Ming

  "Damn it, how did I end up finding a place like this to cultivate!" Wen Fei cursed under his breath. This place wasn't far from where he usually practiced. No wonder lighting incense would attract so many things.

  Wen Fei didn't dare to stay any longer, and he desperately pushed the cart to run away. However, he heard a strange noise coming from above his head, which almost scared him to death. Then, he heard the sound of flapping wings hitting the leaves, and only then did he realize that it was just some nocturnal birds being startled into flight.

  "Grandma, this place is eerie!" Wen Fei wiped a cold sweat, but felt strange. A place like Mǎjié Cūn, which was not near any village or store. It was already strange that there was a market here, but this place obviously had very few residents, and there were no villages around, so how could there be such a large-scale burial ground?

  But it's not the time to care about these things, in ancient times there were no cement roads, especially since Wen Fei had already deviated from the small road. The place where the car was pushed, the road was overgrown with wild grass and thorns, stuck in the wheels, making it very laborious to push forward. After running out for a few hundred meters, he was so tired that he was panting, almost falling to the ground.

  "Alright, I'm not running away! Whoever dares to come up, I'll fight with them!" Wen Fei came up with a fierce momentum, and without caring about anything else, he resolutely sat down with a thud.

  He had just absorbed the earth's energy and it was not without a burst of strength. If some blind ghost dared to come looking for him, then don't blame Master Dao for using him as a guinea pig. Wen Fei thought viciously.

  He pulled out a small bottle from his bosom, inside was the prepared cinnabar mixed with pine smoke ink, dipped some and started drawing talismans on his palm. This kind of talisman is considered the most basic palm thunder in the Thunder Method, it can shoot out the earth energy absorbed from the body like cannonballs. Wen Fei's absorbed earth energy wasn't much, but enough to shoot three to five times.

  There was not a sound, except for the night bird flying away and the insects chirping. Wen Fei finally let out a slight sigh of relief, it seemed that this cemetery had been abandoned for many years. Most of the wandering spirits should have dispersed long ago, and the few remaining ones were probably attracted by the incense.

  Wen Fei let out a slight breath, and with his left hand that had no tattoos, he supported himself on the ground and was about to stand up. However, it seemed like he touched something, picked it up and put it under the flashlight's light, only to find that it was a rusty broken knife that was almost turning into an iron block, and who knows how many years it had been there.

  He casually threw away the broken knife, but startled something in the grass thicket, and immediately there was a rustling of grass, startling Wen Fei into another fit of suspicion.

  "Kill!" The cries of killing came from all directions, countless eerie phosphorescent fires emerged, and the red-clad soldiers with broken arrows and knives on their bodies were about to be seen surrounding them.

  Wen Fei's eyes once again saw the scene from last time when he was rescued by Ge Er Lang, countless red-clad soldiers were caught up and killed by the barbarian cavalry, many of them had their heads chopped off!

  "It shouldn't be, that fox that harmed people was clearly not caught by Ge Er Lang. I saw it with my own eyes, being killed and skinned. Why is it still... Ah, I understand now." Wen Fei thought of the scene from earlier and kicked at the ground again, kicking out another dry bone.

  This must have been an ancient battlefield, I don't know when a big war took place here, too many people died.

  Thinking that he could easily pick up a rusty knife from the ground, Wen Fei became more and more convinced of his judgment.

  No wonder this place is so evil, Wen Fei shuddered. This time was much better than last time, this time he was full of energy and there wasn't that old fox secretly harming him. Wen Fei silently cursed in his heart, quickly wrote a ghost character on his palm, and muttered: "I am a ghost, I am a ghost, I am a ghost..."

  After reciting it several times, he could clearly feel that the living yang energy emanating from his body was getting lower and lower. It seemed that the three fires on his body also weakened accordingly.

  This forbidden law is said to have originated from Ge Hong's Baopuzi, and is used when people encounter ghosts at night. Wen Fei didn't understand it before, but now that he has seen it, he suddenly realizes the truth. It turns out that this is actually a psychological suggestion, lowering one's own yang energy, disguising oneself as a ghost, trying to deceive and get away with it!

  As a semi-practitioner, Wen Fei naturally understood that the wandering spirits and wild ghosts were all without spiritual intelligence, or in other words, they had no IQ. In this way, it was indeed very easy to deceive them.

  After waiting for half a day without any movement, Wen Fei pushed the cart and slowly left this chaotic burial mound. This time his heart calmed down, no longer fearful and panicked, everything went smoothly, not even encountering half a danger.

  In the dark of night, Wen Fei couldn't tell east from west and didn't dare to walk randomly anymore. He simply pushed his cart into the midst of Ma Jie, where Chen Niwan's broken shed was already empty. This broken shed was here, but no one paid attention to it. Wen Fei simply didn't even set up a tent and directly spent the night in this place.

  He had just walked to the broken shed not far away, and saw some light leaking out from inside. Wen Fei was overjoyed in his heart, thinking that perhaps Chen Niwan and the others had returned? But then he saw that several horses were tied up around the broken shed, and his heart suddenly felt disappointed.

  In the past, when Wen Fei watched those movies and saw the big and small roles in them, they would often ride horses. It felt like there were really many horses in ancient times. It seemed like every household had one... just like bicycles.

  However, after crossing over several times, Wen Fei gradually realized that in ancient times, especially during the Song Dynasty, horses were extremely scarce. Being able to ride a horse was equivalent to driving a BMW in later generations. Even being able to ride a mule was much more impressive than those 70,000-80,000 yuan domestic cars of later generations...

  Now there are several horses tied at the door of this broken shed, just like seeing a few BMWs parked next to a beggar's hut in later generations.

  "Who?" The sudden movement of Wen Fei seemed to have startled the people inside the shed, and a loud shout rang out. Then, a big man stepped out with large strides, and upon seeing Wen Fei, he exclaimed in surprise: "It's you!"

  Wen Fei also took a clear look at the man and thought to himself, "Damn it, what bad luck! If you're not destined to meet, you won't run into each other." It turned out that this big guy was probably the follower of that white-clothed young man from last time. Wen Fei's mind started racing again, thinking to himself, "Maybe that little white-clad kid is here too. Last time I was foolish, but if he's willing to buy my flashlight this time, I'll definitely sell it! Only a fool wouldn't sell!"

  Upon hearing the voice, a young man indeed walked out of the shed. He still wore that white attire that was as clean as snow and didn't have a speck of dust on it. It made Wen Fei want to say sarcastically: "Hey kid, did you cast a permanent cleanliness spell on your clothes or something?"

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