Chapter 2464: source

Just like many human beings fear the gods, the lower-level souls also fear the ghost-lord-level souls.
This is a sense of crisis that comes from the subconscious, especially this kind of dead soul that has been transformed from a forbidden place. After having a certain amount of thinking ability, it will be easier to recognize what is a sense of crisis.
However, the ghost master summoned by Su Fan did not have such a sense of autonomy. It could only listen to Su Fan's dispatch and use the most primitive killing instinct.
"Kill it!"
Su Fan pointed at the low-level dead soul, and the ghost master roared in a low voice, floating away like a phantom.
Seeing that the situation is not good, the low-level ghosts immediately flew into the group of ghosts.
However, the speed of the ghost lord was much faster than it, and when the ghost lord approached the group of dead souls, he suddenly opened a hole and bit.
The dense group of dead souls was immediately bitten out of a gap, and a large number of low-level dead souls that could not be avoided became the belly of the ghost master.
The next moment, all the low-level ghosts hurriedly fled, shuttled in the entire Hutou Village, and the wind whistled, alarming all the monks who stayed outside the house.
"Be careful, everyone! That great horror is here!"
"Be careful not to get entangled with it, if anyone unfortunately gets entangled, you must tell us immediately!"
The monks stood back to back nervously, for fear that the invisible horrible creatures would take their lives in no time.
However, what they didn't expect was that the winds came and went quickly.
Under the chase of the ghost master, all the low-level ghosts had no time to capture any prey, and fled back to the sky in a hurry.
However, no matter how far they escaped, they couldn't escape the chase of the ghost master.
Under Su Fan's call, the ghost masters were released one after another, encircling and suppressing the dead souls step by step from all directions.
Soon, when a bright moonlight shone on the earth, all the movement disappeared.
When the wind stopped, the monks looked up one after another. For the first time, they felt the stars in the sky, so beautiful.
"Are we okay?"
"Strange, why didn't the terrifying creature hurt us alone?"
"The wind was blowing into my neckline just now, I thought I was dead this time!"
"Great, as long as I survive tonight, I might have a chance to win a house tomorrow!"
The monks were full of joy, and this result surprised them too much.
Although the night is still long, everyone has a hunch that they must be safe tonight.
Unconsciously, the night passed.
When the next morning came, the doors of the 50,000 houses in the stockade were all opened.
From today onwards, the doors of all houses will only be automatically closed near the evening, and they will remain open at other times and cannot be closed manually.
This also greatly facilitates everyone's housing competition.
Of course, this also adds a lot of uncertainty. In each house competition, it is often not easy to decide the victory or defeat before the last minute.
Seeing the monks who are seizing the opportunity to constantly fight for housing rights, Su Fan still has no intention of doing it. The duration of the silver and white conference audition is half a month, and he only needs to pick a house on the last day.
As the sun rises and sunsets, another day has passed. Today, the fighting among the people is extremely fierce. Almost half of the houses in Hutouzhai have changed owners.
As night fell, the monks were once again in fear, and the sky was thick. Like yesterday, many low-level dead souls gathered to cover all the stars and moons.
"Are there some advanced ones here?"
Su Fan looked up and saw that this time the low-level ghost was a bit stronger than yesterday. He couldn't help but jokingly said, "Is it useful to think that it is stronger?"
After the laughter, several ghost masters were summoned by Su Fan. This time before the low-level ghosts landed, the ghost masters took the initiative to rush into the air, eating everywhere in the group of ghosts.
"The wind doesn't seem to be big today!"
"Weird, Hutouzhai often clouded after night. Why is the weather so good these two days?"
"Is it possible that the horrible thing will not come tonight?"
After the group of dead souls were wiped out, everyone couldn't help but think about it as they looked at the endless starry sky.
In the latter half of the night, it was rare to see a lot of small talk in Hutouzhai, which was in sharp contrast with the nervous situation last night.
And as the sky gradually turned white, the fear in the monks' hearts also slowly disappeared, and the loud voices became louder and louder.
In the next few days, the group of dead souls from the forbidden area still must arrive every night. When they come, Su Fan is still the ghost master who greets him, and will deal with those low-level dead souls one by one.
At the same time, every time a batch of those dead souls are eliminated, when the night comes later, the strength of the new batch will be significantly improved.
This kind of subtle change made Su Fan couldn't help wondering, perhaps the attack of the souls was actually a test?
It's just that the previous cultivators couldn't withstand these trials at all, so the level of the dead souls has never been improved.
Regarding this, Su Fan was very curious, where did these dead souls come from, and was anyone behind them manipulating them?
So, when the new night came, Su Fan deliberately left a low-level dead soul not to kill, leaving a trace of his mental power in that dead soul.
He wanted to use the dead soul to find out where these low-level dead souls originated.
After escaping from Hutouzhai, the dead soul crossed the mountains and lakes, and finally fell down to the northwest of the forbidden area on the Road to Burying the Gods.
There is a gloomy underground cave, and there are some people in black robes hidden in the underground cave. These people confine a large number of dead souls in the enchantment, and use some strange techniques to cultivate the continuous growth of those dead souls.
"Huh? There is one who can only come back alive?"
"Huh, it's really a bunch of useless waste, I can't even bring back a powerful soul!"
When the people in black robes saw that there was only one dead soul returning, their complexions became extremely bad.
"Don't complain, this time the Silver White Conference, there must have been unexpected changes that we could not expect. It just so happened that this ghast came back, and we can learn some truths by reading its memory!"
A guy who looked like the leader said, Su Fan found that this man's sleeve was embroidered with a golden rose pattern through the trace of spiritual power attached to the soul.
What is this sign?
Su Fan felt that he might have come into contact with an unfamiliar organization again.
Seeing that the man stretched out his palm to grab the dead soul, Su Fan made a decisive decision and directly detonated the trace of his own mental power.
boom!
A mushroom cloud rose up in the remote forbidden area, a criminal organization that had conspired to plan the Silver and White Conference for many years, and it was directly destroyed by Su Fanzhi.
"There shouldn't be anything to bother me anymore!"
Su Fan let out a sigh of relief. After solving the root cause of the trouble, he suddenly felt a little relieved.