Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 144 Huang Silang

"What did I think it was?"

"So it's a ghost."

Zhang Ze looked for a long time before he could see clearly what was moving in the fog.

They are a group of ghosts without legs and wearing the costumes of the former dynasty Dong Qi.

These ghosts are clearing the way for Xiao Tang, driven by his spells and incense burners.

They have clear division of labor and move efficiently.

The two ghosts in front are responsible for blocking the thorns. After people have passed, the ghosts in the fog behind them will restore the road to its original state.

There were also a few people responsible for creating the atmosphere, pouting their little mouths and making strange bird noises, and clapping their hands to the rhythm of 28.

These ghosts are very light in color, white with a hint of blue, without a trace of black air. They are obviously good ghosts that have absorbed enough incense, and are probably raised by the old Taoist priest.

However, this is only the view of Zhang Ze, who is knowledgeable. If a mortal comes, he will not be able to tell the good from the bad of these ghosts.

Zhang Ze suddenly felt that he had wronged the Liu father and son.

If a normal person disobeyed the advice, closed his eyes, and secretly took a look at the scene, and did not join the cult, it would be really a disservice to the arrangement of the old Taoist priest.

Zhang Ze followed Xiao Tang with his hands behind his back, walking forward and continuing to observe the appearance of these ghosts.

Perhaps because of the arrogant attitude, the ghosts felt a little uncomfortable being stared at.

A ghost with a fat face and wearing armor turned around and glared at Zhang Ze.

The fat-faced ghost felt that Zhang Ze was very disrespectful to them, so he decided to scare him.

Its head began to grow bigger, its eyes bulged out, its armor shattered, and two arms stretched out from its back, each holding a short spear.

But before it could make any weird screams, it immediately wilted and its entire head quickly deflated.

Zhang Ze drew out the magic sword of the witch.

The fat-faced ghost took a step back, away from the sword. He bowed to Zhang Ze flatteringly, and made a gesture of invitation with his four arms at the same time.

"Welcome~~."

A faint ghostly voice entered Zhang Ze's ears.

Zhang Ze was satisfied with the fat-faced ghost's actions. He put away his sword and continued to move forward.

A'li, who had been lying on Zhang Ze's shoulder, was somewhat interested in this ghost.

The ecological environment in southern Xinjiang is very good, and many animals and plants retain some characteristics of the wild period, which makes A Li miss it very much.

He had wanted to catch some cockroaches and mice to play with several times before, but Zhang Ze strictly forbade him.

Now seeing this group of interesting ghosts, he became even more playful. He took advantage of Zhang Ze's inattention, stretched out his hand and shot out a golden light, arresting the ghost.

The ghost, which was more than one meter tall, had now become the size of a broad bean. It bumped around in the small golden ball in A-li's hand but could not escape.

"This is a ghost from someone else's house, let it go quickly. Also, when did you learn this trick?" Zhang Ze asked.

"Xiao Tang taught me this just now at the inn. Is it difficult?" A'li casually dispersed the golden ball and let the unlucky fat-faced ghost go back.

Zhang Ze looked at Ah Li's skillful and natural technique and commented rather biasedly, "It's really not difficult. You still need to practice, because you're still a little behind me."

A'li and Zhang Ze are in tune with each other, and it can see at a glance that Zhang Ze is being stubborn.

"Really?" It looked at Zhang Ze with suspicion.

"Go ahead and learn, learning never ends." Zhang Ze changed the subject.

Just as A'li was about to argue with Zhang Ze, Xiao Tang stopped and stopped chanting.

"arrive."

As soon as Xiao Tang finished speaking, the thick fog around the two of them dissipated, and the ghosts hidden in the fog that were leading the way also disappeared immediately.

What I saw before me was just as Liu Yong had said, a stone wall full of holes.

The holes on the stone wall are of different sizes, but the largest one is too large for adults to enter. Looking inside, you can't see the end.

"Then what?" Zhang Ze asked.

Xiao Tang shook his head, lit the incense burner again, and chanted a spell to call back the ghosts.

However, perhaps they were frightened by Zhang Ze and A'li's behavior just now, and this time they refused to come out no matter what.

Zhang Ze and Xiao Tang waited for a while, but no sound came from the cave.

"How about we do the math?" Xiao Tang suddenly gave Zhang Ze an idea.

When you are undecided, do some calculations. This is the Taoist's passive skill.

Seeing Xiao Tang take out the Tianyan Plate, A'li, who was squatting on Zhang Ze's shoulder, jumped to the ground and ran over to join in the fun.

One man, one dragon, and one plate. Three fortune tellers of different races set up their positions, each displaying their magical powers and beginning to deduce the mysteries of heaven.

However, the results of this deduction are somewhat outrageous.

"Roast chicken." This was the result calculated by Xiao Tang.

Live poultry

This is the result of the Tianyan disk.

"egg."

This is Ali's answer.

"Has the old Taoist priest turned yellow?"

This is Zhang Ze’s guess.

There is no point in saying more. The results of fortune-telling must always be tested in practice, but the question is where to find a chicken in this damn place.

"I have." Ali raised his hand.

After saying that, it took out half a roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves from the treasure bag hanging around its neck.

"Where did it come from?" Zhang Ze asked.

"At the inn earlier, when you were out, Xiao Tang finished up the rest of the dishes we ordered, leaving only this half chicken."

"Originally, I was planning to save it for a midnight snack."

Ali reluctantly handed half a chicken to Zhang Ze.

After a long time, a yellow triangular head poked out from a cave.

It sniffed its nose, and after making sure that there was no one nearby, the yellow-skinned scholar in clothes crawled out of the cave and jumped onto the ground carefully.

The little yellow fox stood up as soon as it landed on the ground. It pulled up its trousers, looked at the carefully arranged picnic scene in front of it, and talked to itself.

"That group of people did leave...but this can't be a trap."

"Forget it, be brave and be a father, the quickest and the slowest will get you."

"I, Huang Silang, have never been inferior to others in my life. I haven't eaten roast chicken for a long time. I'm done."

After saying that, it turned into a whirlwind and rushed towards the roast chicken. After taking a big bite, it ran towards the nearest cave.

Zhang Ze and Xiao Tang, who were lying in ambush nearby with an invisibility talisman, immediately took action, intending to capture him alive.

But Huang Silang's movements were indeed strange. He avoided the immobilization talismans cast by Zhang Ze and Xiao Tang in a weird posture.

Then, when he was only one step away from the cave, he was caught on the spot by Ari who jumped out of the ground.

A'li has always wanted to catch a big rat from southern Yunnan to play with, but she never had the chance.

This time, with Zhang Ze's permission, he naturally put all his efforts into catching this intelligent weasel.

Seeing that A'li succeeded, Zhang Ze put away the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror and gave up the idea of ​​taking it in.

Holding Huang Silang down, A'li took out a leather bag, grabbed Huang Silang's neck and stuffed him in, leaving only his head outside.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Tang asked.

"Prevent him from farting." As soon as A Li finished speaking, a muffled sound came from the bag, but most of the fart went into Huang Silang's own mouth through the gap in the bag.

Huang Silang, who was smelled by his own fart, retched for a long time before he started yelling.

"You can kill me or chop me up as you please. I am not as skilled as you and I will admit defeat, but I will never reveal my master's whereabouts."

"Unless you let me eat some roast chicken?"

When Huang Silang said this, his eyes rolled around, and it was obvious that he was up to something.

Zhang Ze looked at Huang Silang, then glanced at the cave on the stone wall behind him.

I think the tributes offered by the Liu family father and son, as well as the talismans and Taoist magic they obtained, were all carried back and forth through the cave by this yellow-skinned creature named Huang Silang.

And he just called the old Taoist priest "Master".

"So? Your master is behind this stone wall?"

Seeing Zhang Ze say this, Huang Silang immediately showed a look of horror, "I don't know what you are talking about."

Looking at Huang Silang who was retreating to advance and trying to lure Zhang Ze and the others to use escape techniques to pass through the stone wall, Zhang Ze pulled Xiao Tang over.

"Don't lie, this is the grandson of the old Taoist priest. We are here to find the old Taoist priest."

"Hey? Are you Tang Haoran?!"

Huang Silang didn't know where he got the strength from, but he broke free from A'li's hands. He crawled to Xiao Tang's feet like a cricket pupa, sniffed hard, and said in surprise after smelling for a long time.

"You really are Tang Haoran! I held you in my arms when you were little!"

"Hurry up, you've come just in time, your grandfather is going to do something big!"

Huang Silang continued to move back and forth on the ground.

(End of this chapter)