Fu Shiyi formed a seal with both hands, and the ghost energy rolled, and the isolation magic array condensed instantly, which was more than ten times faster than before breaking through the false pill:

"Say, why do you want your great-grandson to worship me as your teacher?!"

"Sir, please don't get me wrong."

The old man knelt down in a hurry.

A handful of clothes that pulled open my chest.

Expose your chest.

But I saw a rune mark that was hot and hot.

Runes flash.

The above is condensed into the four words "no words".

The old man said tremblingly:

"Sir, our ancestors of the Yuan family have proved the truth by divination. When he ascended, he left a mark of good luck and bad luck for his descendants. This mark will show good luck and bad luck in advance, so that we can avoid danger. At the same time, if we encounter a person with great luck and good luck, we will also give a warning. Sir... Sir, you have met someone who is the one who is the most respected for prophecy!"

"So..."

"That's why the young man boldly asked the adults to accept the younger grandson as his disciple!"

So that's it.

Fu Shiyi's frowning frowns slightly.

She didn't expect that an ordinary old ghost she met on the road would have such a skill. After a change of mind, she realized that thousands of creatures in the world were killed every day, and some people had no chance to reincarnate. Those who could settle down in the ghost world must have a simple identity in the world, and those who embarked on the path of ghost cultivation were even more extraordinary.

"Old man, do you know what level of ghost cultivator with the highest cultivation level in Huangliang Ghost Market?"

"This... is not sure if the young one is small, but the master of the ghost market, Cultivator Huang Liang, is said to have become a fifth-level ghost baby three hundred years ago!"

Fifth-level ghost baby?!

Isn't that equivalent to a great monk in the Nascent Soul!

Fu Shiyi's spine became cold.

If she rashly enters the ghost market and meets the great monk of the Yellow Ghost Infant, her identity will definitely be revealed.

Huangliang Guishi.

Can't go!!

"Old man, do you say you have a sulcus before the ghost world?"

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A bare hill.

There is a decaying archway in front of the mountain.

The four words "Yuan Family Yinfu" are hung crookedly in front of the archway.

A white lantern stopped in front of the archway. The white lantern was filled with ghost energy. The ragged old man appeared. He respectfully said to the air behind him: "Sir, this is our Yuan family's insult."

A flash of black light.

Fu Shiyi appeared in his form.

Her spiritual sense scanned her eyes and found that behind the plaque were graves, thousands, densely packed and countless, with strands of dark spiritual power on the plaque wrapped around the hill behind.

"I won't go in if I have time."

"Yes, sir."

The old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

A rune appeared on its white lantern and entered the plaque. The shaking door of the archway creaked and slowly opened, and a rich spiritual power rushed towards him.

Fu Shiyi narrowed his eyes.

The Yuan family is indeed not simple.

Half an hour later.

The old man came out with a boy about twelve years old and said excitedly:

"Kuizi, call the master quickly."

"Master is here, please accept a bow from my disciple Yuan Kui!"

After a simple apprenticeship.

Fu Shiyi took a bulging bag from Yuan Bo's hand. With a sweeping of his spiritual sense, her eyes suddenly lit up. Even though she tried hard to suppress her, the joy on her face could not be concealed.

She also took out a wooden box from her waist.

Handed to Yuan Kui:

"This is the third-level silver gray grass. You can take it yourself and heal the hidden wounds left by your soul. After a while, I will teach you the skills."

"Yes, Master!"

Uncle Yuan’s grandchildren.
Chapter completed!