It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

Liang Yueyang ran over nervously. He waved his arms vigorously, with a tense face, and crossed the road without hesitation.

"I know this, Jinji Mountain." Qiao Jin sat on the ground, looked up at Liang Yueyang and smiled meekly.

"You still have the face to smile." Liang Yueyang looked at him coldly.

Qiao Jin got up and patted his clothes, and smiled flatteringly: "I don't seem to be afraid of this place."

"Really?" Liang Yueyang looked at the not-so-high but steep mountain, and his heart was pounding. He had only passed by before, and had never actually touched it. "Have you been here?"

"I've fought chickens before." Jokin replied solemnly, his eyes full of "you believe me".

Believe in you, there are ghosts. Is this an ordinary chicken?

Looking back was another Jinji Mountain, Liang Yueyang sighed and could only go forward.

At this moment, a dead soul walked out from behind him. He was ripped off with an arm in Vigou Ridge. His face was bloody, his face was painful but his eyes were numb.

"Is it so difficult to be a ghost?" Qiao Jin bit his finger, looking melancholy.

Liang Yueyang's eyes flickered slightly. Looking at this dead soul, his heart was touched. He nodded: "Not everyone can go to the ghost hall."

"So it's better to be a human being." Qiao Jin nodded quickly, "This road is full of torture, let alone entering the palace."

He turned to follow the dead soul, but his hand was suddenly held, not in a hurry as in an emergency, but in a quiet and gentle wrap, startled for a moment, Qiao Jin turned his head in disbelief: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Liang Yueyang shyly turned away her face, but Qiao Jin held her hand tightly.

"You also feel a little bit." Qiao Jin smiled and posted, "After all, you are very close to death."

Liang Yueyang's eyes dimmed: "So what."

"It's okay." Qiao Jin weighed down these three words heavily, holding Liang Yueyang's cheeks with both hands and turned to his eyes, tilting his head and smiling, "It's not shameful to admit that you are afraid of death."

"Let go of your paws." Liang Yueyang ordered with a calm face.

"Okay, okay." Qiao Jin rubbed and pressed his hands, and withdrew his hands while pursing his lips.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Yun Mao standing behind with a dark face, neither speaking nor following.

Suddenly there was a sharp chicken crowing in front of him.

Undead climbed to Jinji Mountain with difficulty, and immediately a group of huge roosters screamed and rushed up. The flapping wings drove the violent wind and almost blew him off the cliff. The skin was torn apart, and some flesh was grabbed and taken away.

The attack lasted for a short time, and the soul of the dead climbed up tremblingly and went down the mountain.

"He survived these two hurdles without too much damage, he must be a good person." Liang Yueyang commented lightly.

"Wow—" Qiao Jin sighed with emotion, "I almost got my heart and liver taken out, isn't that good?"

"Go up." Liang Yueyang's mind spun rapidly. No matter which direction he walked, he would see Jinji Mountain. It was too difficult to go out by himself. How could he walk in the opposite direction?Dad didn't intend to let him have anything to do with the underworld before, these spells didn't teach him, and he didn't want to use the peach board in the underworld as a last resort.

Qiao Jin cleared his throat while crawling all the way, which made Liang Yueyang keep looking at him.

Seeing that he was about to climb to the top, Qiaojin blew a loud and clear whistle. After jumping to the top of the mountain, the whistle became clearer.

Liang Yueyang stood on the top in amazement, and saw the roosters all around secretly flapping their wings, but they really didn't pounce on them, and they were even a little bit afraid, and they were slowly retreating.

Throwing a wink, Qiao Jin changed his breath, held his proud head high, and whistled non-stop.

A rooster is an animal with a lot of yang energy, and Qiao Jin completely crushed it.Liang Yueyang gently grabbed his arm, and immediately felt the surging power, which was many times stronger than the first time he saw it.

There was no danger for the time being, Liang Yueyang insisted on staying where he was, slashed his wrist, and began to draw symbols on the ground while the blood flowed to his fingers.

Yun Mao soon caught up, and he squatted aside curiously: "It looks familiar."

After finishing the work at hand, Liang Yueyang resisted the uncertainty in his heart and muttered a few spells.

Qiao Jin rubbed his dry throat and asked in a hoarse voice, "Did you finish the painting? Why didn't you draw it here?"

"Hey, hey, come up!" Seeing that the sound stopped, the roosters came up with flapping wings, Yun Mao hurriedly reminded.

Qiao Jin's eyes turned away, he clenched his fists and stretched out his hands, the violent breath and the wind of the rooster collided and turned into a circular wave, sweeping all the roosters on the stage down the cliff.

"..." Yun Mao touched his nose silently, he accidentally became the most useless one, "When did you become so powerful?"

"As soon as that Bana flower was separated from my body, I felt like I was holding something in my heart." Qiao Jin looked at his hands, "I finally spit it out."

My aunt mentioned that Qiao Jin has a lot of yang energy, and even, most of it is suppressed by special things.

After Liang Yueyang finished drawing the talisman, he stood on the high top, looked around, and casually explained the question just now: "Those who are in contact with Yinchai can see far away."

"Didn't you cut off contact with Yin Er?" Qiao Jin looked at him strangely.

"He didn't break up with me." Liang Yueyang replied coolly.

Not long after, a man in a black robe walked out from one direction.He just came from the end of Jinji Mountain, and most of the people who can go against this road are Yin officials.

Liang Yueyang tore open the old wound and went forward, spread his arms, his tone was still cold: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yin, I can't provide incense and food here, please forgive me."

Under the black robe, there was a blurry appearance, he stretched out his hand and brushed Liang Yueyang's blood-stained wrist in the air, and said in a hollow voice, "I don't know what your Excellency called me for?"

"Please also inform Mr. Cao Zheng, the second floor of Fengdu, that the descendants of the deceased Yue clan will treat him at Jinji Mountain." Liang Yueyang gestured respectfully.

"It's simple." The voice of Yin Er was tinged with a smile. They were summoned here, usually to do hard work. This time, they were favored for nothing, and they just called a colleague to make a good deal.

"Why did you call him by name? Do you have friendship?" Qiao Jin poked his head suspiciously.

Liang Yueyang blinked his eyes as a matter of course: "He is in debt, I have the confidence."

Cao Zheng came in a black robe, under the robe was a man in his 30s with a mustache, he could see clearly.

"Moon Clan brat." Cao Zheng laughed with his arms akimbo, "Don't you know the following things?"

"Your Diwang'e is dying." Liang Yueyang looked at him seriously, his eyes were very, very sincere, and the sincere Cao Zheng's face turned pale.