This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

After a brief conversation with Yaxun, An Ling walked into the room to visit the guy who was scared by her and was hiding under the table.

Xie Kurong stood aside coldly with his arms folded, his brows full of disdain for Ji Shengchu. When he saw An Ling coming in, his expression eased a little, and he used his eyes to ask An Ling what she thought of this Immortal Emperor who was now tied up like a dead pig.

An Ling's gaze fell on Ji Shengchu who was still squirming on the ground, and she couldn't help but laugh.

Ji Shengchu was seen tied up tightly with hemp ropes, his mouth blocked with rags, and he was struggling to move on the ground, making indiscernible humming sounds from time to time.

"Master, you are..." An Ling shook her head and said, "This is a once powerful Immortal Emperor. You don't have to be like this, right?"

Xie Kurong said coldly: "I don't care who he is. When he comes to my territory, he has to follow my rules."

An Ling did not continue the topic, but walked forward, helped Ji Shengchu up, let him lean against the foot of the table, and said to Xie Kurong: "I need to talk to the real Immortal Emperor."

"What do you mean?"

The mist in An Ling's eyes disappeared in an instant, and she said slowly: "There are a lot of souls in Mr. Ji's body. These ownerless souls occupy his body, causing him to show different characteristics."

"I am only now able to see through this matter. Before, when I was at the bottom of the sea, my mind and eyes were not yet able to see through Mr. Ji, until I learned the knowledge related to the Yin and Yang world from my seventieth uncle."

Hearing Qishi's name, Xie Kurong sneered in disgust and said to An Ling, "Is he worthy of it?"

An Ling knew that Xie Kurong had a strange temper, so she changed the subject and continued, "I need to expel the other souls in Mr. Ji's body, and then awaken the real Ji Shengchu."

"Let's start." Xie Kuorong nodded.

An Ling suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and smiled awkwardly: "My ability is not good enough. I can only kill. I can't drive away other souls without harming Mr. Ji's soul."

Instantly, the room fell silent.

An Ling and Xie Kuorong looked at each other, and they both saw a little embarrassment in each other's eyes.

An Ling: I'm sorry, I'm a rude person.

Xie Kurong: Then why are you looking at me? I definitely can't do it either!

After a moment, Xie Kurong said calmly: "I'll go find someone."

An Ling was surprised and asked, "Master, is it convenient to find someone else for this kind of thing?"

"Of course I have a way to stop him from speaking." As expected of Xie Kuorong, he was full of murderous intent as soon as he opened his mouth.

An Ling said anxiously: "Master, we can't do those things! We must be good people!"

"What ones?" Xie Kuorong looked at An Ling calmly. There was no emotion in his eyes as calm as an ancient well.

"You can't just kill innocent people!"

Xie Kurong sneered, turned around and left. An Ling quickly chased after him, grabbed Xie Kurong's sleeve, and tried to persuade him earnestly: "It is said that God is merciful. Buddha is merciful. You are a hero who protects all living beings. Please don't..."

"I do not have."

Xie Kuorong smiled faintly. He was very satisfied with every other aspect of his little disciple, except his tone and thoughts, which were exactly the same as that of the nagging old monk.

He explained: "First, I never kill innocent people; second, I know him."

An Ling suddenly realized that they were friends!

Afterwards, Xie Kuorong asked Yaxun to keep an eye on Ji Shengchu and not let him break free from his restraints. He then did the same thing, put An Ling in a bag, and took her away from the valley.

……

"A long time ago, there was a mountain. On the mountain there was a temple. In the temple there was an old monk who was telling stories..." In the deep mountains covered with frost and snow all year round, a man was telling stories to the sleepy little Taoist priests below in the Taoist temple, shaking his head.

"What's the story?" he asked excitedly.

As a result, the little Taoist children below rolled their eyes at him and no one answered.

He was still very interested, and answered his own question: "He was talking about a mountain in the past..."

Just as he repeated it for the third time, there was a loud bang above the Taoist temple. Everyone jumped up from their cushions in shock. However, the Taoist priest seemed to have expected this. He smiled and raised his head without any air of superiority and said, "My friend, haven't I told you many times? If you have any business, please go through the main entrance. Burning incense costs three coins, and fortune-telling costs ten coins. I can also help you name your child and deliver him... Hey, hey, hey!"

Xie Kurong dropped from the sky with a thud, grabbed the Taoist priest by the collar, and said murderously, "Go to me."

"Master!" The little Taoist boys now knew who the boss of the temple was, and they shouted in grief and anger. Some even drew out their peach wood swords for catching ghosts and tried to rescue their master from the bandit, but they were all frightened by Xie Kuorong's terrifying momentum and took several steps back.

The Taoist priest waved his hands to the little Taoist children, signaling them not to be nervous. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I wonder what wind blew you here?"

"A beheading job." Xie Kuorong sneered.

As soon as Xie Kuorong said this, the little Taoist children who loved reading storybooks too much started to have extremely rich associations. Oh, by the way, the reason why the Taoist kept repeating the boring "Once upon a time there was a mountain" was because he wanted to punish them.

How can the disciples of Cangling Mountain be obsessed with storybooks every day?

The Taoist shook his head and waved his hands, his whole body expressing refusal. He said anxiously, "No! No! I have old people and children to take care of. Please spare my life, hero!"

Xie Kuorong frowned and looked up and down at this pretentious guy, unable to stop feeling disgusted in his heart. Was he still insisting on being a harmless charlatan?

"Master, we are desperate and would like you to help save our friend." Fortunately, An Ling appeared in time. She smiled and tried to smooth things over. She also took out a handful of candies from her storage ring and distributed them to the children.

Seeing An Ling coming, Xie Kuorong felt a lot more relaxed for no reason, as if as long as she was there, there was nothing that could not be solved.

A little Taoist boy timidly looked up at An Ling and asked in a voice as small as a mosquito: "Big sister, please... don't kill my master, okay?"

An Ling smiled and said, "How could that be? We are all good people."

Hearing this, the Taoist couldn't help but roll his eyes, just like his previous apprentice, it's true that the upper beam is crooked and the lower beams are crooked.

"Stop talking nonsense and go!" Xie Kuorong has always been straightforward. He grabbed the Taoist priest and soared into the sky, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.

The Taoist children panicked instantly and quickly turned around to look at the kind-hearted older sister, but unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, An Ling disappeared from their sight.

……

"Hey, hey, hey, be gentle! Is this the attitude of begging?" said the Taoist priest who was thrown to the ground angrily.

Xie Kurong sneered condescendingly and said, "You'd better think clearly about who is begging whom."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Taoist priest shut up instantly, muttering something in a low voice with a look of humiliation on his face, but in all likelihood, it was not something good.

An Ling bowed to the Taoist priest and explained, "Master, please forgive our recklessness, because this matter is really important and only you can do it!"

The Taoist looked An Ling up and down and asked aggressively, "Who are you? Are you so blind as to fall for this old thing?"

"My name is An Ling, and this is my respected teacher." An Ling answered very calmly.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. An Ling's attitude made the Taoist feel much more comfortable. After he cursed a few times in a low voice, he looked at An Ling and asked, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"I want to ask the Taoist priest to save me."

"Rescue?"

"Save a person who is haunted by countless ghosts."