Huang Quan's companion

They have been friends for many years, and the magic stick naturally knew the meaning of his eyes. He raised his eyebrows and immediately reacted. Chao Fulan teased: "I said uncle, the Zhu family has nothing, why don't you leave? Is it possible?" Will you keep...inherit the Zhu family's property?"

The Zhu family had a great career, but they were all destroyed overnight, and there was no one left to succeed them. Only Zhu Xiaowu, who was half human and not a ghost, could barely be regarded as the heir of the Zhu family.

"Haha, it's just wealth and honor in the mortal world, what do I want with these extravagant things?" Fu Lan tilted her head and smiled with a bit of wanton innocence, "Nephew, I think you are very talented, why don't you turn to worship under my sect, how to behave Brother taught you how to be a ghost, so let me teach you how?"

The magic stick smiled sincerely: "Uncle has been at the bottom of the well for too long, probably I have been dead for a long time without knowing how to be a ghost, I don't need you to teach me. I do a good job of being a ghost, although my uncle is not familiar with the art of ghosts, But it’s enough for me to practice on my own, so I won’t bother you.”

"How much do you know?" Fu Lan shook her head and said indifferently, "Forget it, if you don't learn, you don't learn. If you regret it in the future, remember to come to me. For the sake of your master, the uncle will definitely teach you carefully. "

The god stick is quite disapproving.

Min Yuejun looked up at the sky, and said slowly: "It's dawn."

As if in response to his words, a cock crowed in the distance, and the morning came as expected.

He Tang suddenly screamed and fell to the ground in a ball: "It hurts..."

Yang Jinshu panicked and wanted to hug him, but He Tang rolled back and forth, screaming in pain, unable to catch him at all.

Shenzhu's complexion was also a little pale, he looked at Yang Jinshu and said, "Sura Umbrella..."

Yang Jinshu had been standing under the umbrella all this time, nothing serious happened. Seeing that both he and He Tang were pale due to the arrival of the morning, he immediately understood: "Master, come here and help me pull He Tang up."

The magic stick was about to walk over, but Min Yuejun raised his hand to stop him: "Come to me."

Only then did he remember that in the past few months, he did not have the protection of the Shura Umbrella, and when he went out during the day, it was Min Yuejun who protected him.He had a headache, returned to Min Yuejun as usual, held his hand, and went to untie his wristband.

Min Yuejun's wristband is black with a white strap tied on it.The magic stick untied the white bandage and removed the black wristband, only to see a golden flame-shaped imprint on Min Yuejun's left wrist, which seemed to be the Guling Jue.The magic stick put his wrist on it and held his left hand tightly. The golden marks between the two wrists touched each other, and spiritual power flowed.

Shenzhu's face was still as pale as a ghost, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that his complexion was much better.

Min Yuejun shook out his fly whisk and rolled He Tang up from the ground. Under the protection of the blue spiritual light, He Tang became much calmer, curled up obediently into a small ball, and lay still on Yang Jinshu's shoulder.

They all focused their eyes on Fu Lan, but they saw that his skin was almost transparent, his eyes were erratic, and the blood stains all over his body looked tragic and coquettish under the morning light and white snow.

"The sun is out..." Fu Lan smiled lowly, "I really... haven't stood in the sun like this for a long time."

He stretched his arms, raised his head slightly, and closed his eyes to enjoy the faint morning light: "It's so warm."

He stayed at the bottom of the well for too long, the cold soaked into the bone marrow made his soul feel icy cold, and when he sneaked out of Zhu Xiaowu's body, he always avoided the sun. At this time... this warm feeling is really long-lost up.

"It's nice to be a human." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "It hurts, I can breathe, I can feel the temperature of the sun, and the snow under my feet... The cold air on the ground is also pleasant."

He opened his eyes, looked at them, and smiled slightly: "How long have you been dead? Do you still remember the feeling of being alive?"

These words were so familiar, it reminded Yang Jinshu of his kiss with He Tang.He Tang said that the feeling of being a ghost is too unreal, breathing, heartbeat, temperature, feeling... too illusory.

Even though they have practiced so far, they can be touched and seen, but the soul without the support of the body is a soul after all. Without blood, bones, viscera, and spirit, they can only exist in the world as ghosts.

"Don't you want to live?" Fu Lan tempted, "Stand in the sun again, not afraid of the night and the light."

"So what if you're alive?" Min Yuejun said suddenly, "It's just a breathing corpse."

The magic stick squeezed his finger bones tightly, staring at his face, his heart was shocked.

"You?" Fu Lan sneered, "What do you live for?"

Min Yuejun smiled slightly: "Indeed, what am I living on?"

"Okay, I won't chat with you guys anymore." Fu Lan took a few steps back, "I still have something to do, so leave!"

After speaking, he ran away, Zhu Xiaowu's body didn't seem to be a burden to him at all.

"Don't run!"

He Tang yelled and wanted to chase after him, but Yang Jinshu pressed him on his shoulder and said seriously: "It's okay, Zhu Xiaowu's body can no longer support his soul, he can't run far."

"Then...then Zhu Xiaowu..." He Tang huddled on his shoulders, very worried, "Could it be that Xiaowu really... just fell asleep forever?"

"How come?" Yang Jinshu gently patted his head, "Madame Hongshao will protect him."

"But Qiniang has already been eaten by him!"

"He Tang." Yang Jinshu put his small body on his shoulders, and said patiently, "Believe me, the obsession of two mothers is definitely not something he, a ghost who just escaped from a well, can bear."

"……what?"

"Xiao Wu is protected by Madam Hongtiao, don't worry, she will be fine." Yang Jinshu paused, then nodded his forehead with his finger, "Are you okay?"

"It hurts..." He Tang covered his head aggrievedly, "I feel like I'm surrounded by black mist, as if I'm insane."

Yang Jinshu became nervous, and asked Min Yuejun: "Min Daoist, He Tang..."

But Min Yuejun looked up at the sky and said, "Is your house still there?"

"exist."

"Go and say that both of them need to rest." Min Yuejun raised his long sword, floated in mid-air, and stepped forward, "Let's go."

The magic stick was led up by him, but he was still a little confused: "You really don't want to chase?"

Min Yuejun said indifferently: "He will find it, don't worry about it."

He and Yang Jinshu both said that, and the two had no objection, and left with him.

He Tang lay on Yang Jinshu's shoulder, looking back at the Zhu family mansion below.

This large merchant family in Jishan County was harassed and dilapidated by evil spirits in just one year. Except for a few Zhu family members who escaped, this place is already a dead house.All the ghosts were taken away, the corpses of the servants who were killed last night in the front yard were covered with snow, and in the back house, in the snow all over the ground, lay the corpse of Mrs. Six—with a hollow chest, in a miserable state of death.

He Tang always said that he wanted to seek revenge from her, but he really saw her being used by a ghost, and her favorite youngest son was killed by Fu Lan, and she herself was dead without a whole body, her soul was swallowed up, and even a ghost had a chance to take revenge None - that's sad.The sixth lady's facial features were very similar to He Tang's, and she always raised her eyebrows with a mean face on weekdays, but now that she is dead, her facial features are quite similar to He Tang's when she just died.

"Jinshu... the stinky lady is really dead..." He Tang whispered into Yang Jinshu's ear, "But I'm not very happy."

Yang Jinshu stroked his back lightly with his fingers, and comforted him, "It's your mother after all."

He Tang twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing what to say, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He watched the Zhu family's mansion change from big to small, and turned into a small spot in the white snow field of Jishan County in the distance. He closed his eyes gently, and buried this experience.

At first, he thought it was fun to be a ghost, and it was really fun to play with the neighbors. Although he always wanted to go down the mountain to seek revenge on the stinky woman, but because of his low mana, Yang Jinshu always took him to the moon.In just two years, although the neighbors of the Mass Burial Mound are still there, they each have their own worries. It is hard to see the scene of playing mahjong together at the same table.

Maybe Fu Lan is right, as long as it is a ghost that has not been reincarnated, it will have resentment.

They are nostalgic for the world of mortals, and one day they will be tired by the world of mortals, and they will not die well.

"By the way, where is Monk Qingjing?" He Tang suddenly thought of this, "He left earlier than us, why didn't we see him all the way?"

"What monk?" asked the magic stick.

He Tang briefly talked about the Futu Town and Ruyi's family.

Shen stick also felt strange, especially worried at such a time, he patted Min Yuejun's shoulder: "Let's look for it."

Min Yuejun frowned slightly, but still changed direction, pulled out the dust whisk, and swept around, layers of fresh air swayed, searching for traces of the Qingjing monk.

Half an hour later, they searched almost twenty miles around Jishan County, and finally found his trace not far from Ruyi's house.The group rushed there, only to see Monk Qingjing lying face up on the ground in the white snow in the mountains, clutching his Buddhist beads tightly in his hands, his eyes closed, his body stiff and breathless, he had been dead for a long time.

"What... what's going on here?" Yang Jinshu knelt down on one knee, held the Buddhist beads, and examined them carefully, "Master Qingjing..."

"There is no external injury, and the soul is gone." The magic stick said it for him, "What extraordinary people did."

Min Yuejun's expression was serious: "It seems that the matter of the Zhu family is not over yet, the evil spirit behind the mess is nearby."

"How could it be?" Yang Jinshu stood up, disbelieving, "Although there are many lonely and wild ghosts in a radius of two hundred miles, I have never heard of such a powerful evil ghost."

The magic stick he was talking about naturally knows that they have taken root nearby for many years, and they often walk around with the errands. They still know how many evil ghosts and ghosts are nearby. There were more ghosts and ghosts, but they didn't pay much attention to the mass grave and Yang's back mountain.In the world of ghosts, the weak are preyed upon by the strong, and it is normal for ghosts to seek their lives and steal their souls. If it were not for the involvement of He Tang and the Zhu family, they probably would not know that there are evil ghosts manipulating living people, feeding ghosts with people, and feeding ghosts with ghosts. .

"Jin Shu, you won't be able to spot a truly powerful evil spirit." The magic stick sighed, and said, "You and I know very little about the art of ghosts. There's nothing the hell can do about it."

"Wouldn't the underworld turn a blind eye to such a big incident?" In Yang Jinshu's impression, the underworld servants always said that this King Yama was not easy to mess with, and they couldn't see the evil ghosts provoking the underworld the most.There are many man-made ghosts happening in the world today, far beyond the tolerance range of the underworld, how could the king of Hades ignore them?

"We haven't been to the underworld, who knows what's going on?" the magic stick guessed, "What if the King of Hades went with his wife?"

"..."

"Maybe it's a private interview!" He Tang said, "After all, everyone who is the boss likes this, just like the emperor in the world!"

"That's right!"

"Otherwise, some officials from the underworld are lying, and the King of Hades doesn't even know about it!" He Tang's brain is getting bigger and bigger. "Corruption has permeated every class, and the underworld is no exception!"

"The underworld is the place where corruption is the most serious. Otherwise, how can we say that money can make ghosts go round." The magic stick raised his chin to seek approval, "Is it Jinshu?"

"..." Yang Jinshu squatted down silently, "Let's help collect Master Qingjing's body."