Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

The latest doll return deadline is two days later. These two days are a bit short. Although I am a little caught off guard, it is barely enough. I have no worries. At least I can cover up and don’t have to walk. It takes about a cup of tea. It will be difficult to arrive.

According to the agreement between the two of them, Yan Yeyun went ahead and waited for him in the small town near Shuixianya.

Narcissus is not the name of the city, but the name of the mountain where the Chi family used to be, and also the code name of the Chi family, like a modern version of Peach Blossom Spring.

According to legend, the ancestor of the Chi family used to be a tea picker under the God of Herbs and Trees. Because he mistakenly picked herbs into the tea for the guests, the guest's health changed after drinking it, which caused a lot of trouble.

The god of vegetation was furious, and drove the tea picker down to the mortal world, and cast a spell to imprison him on a barren mountain, accompanied by snakes, insects, rats and ants, guarding a medicine field and planting medicine all day long.

Of course, the story that starts with this kind of plot may not necessarily end in prison after serving the sentence. The fate of the fate is so colorful, and there will often be another turning point: even if the tea picker is isolated from the world, he still cannot resist fate. , I met the love of my life, stepped into the world of mortals and couldn't get away, so I decided not to go back to heaven.

It is a big taboo for a god to fall in love with a mortal without permission, not to mention that he is still in the cultivation period. The God of Plants ordered his fairy status to be cut, but he also released the imprisonment and no longer intervened.

From then on they lived happily together.

The woman's name was Chi Zhi, and she was the daughter of a well-known gu household at the foot of the mountain. The tea picker was originally a fairy servant, a servant of the God of Plants and Trees. Naturally, she had no name, and her descendants followed his wife's lead. surname.From then on, regardless of men and women, regardless of marriage, as long as they are descendants living in Shuixianya, they must obey this order and use "Chi" as their surname.

Although the God of Plants and Trees cut off the immortality of the tea picker, the rumors that there are gods on the mountain have been spread all over the streets and alleys. It's hard to think about it.

What's more, the herb picker and his wife met like this.

The herbal medicine planted by the tea pickers saved Chi Zhi's father from his illness. Later, the two got married, and Chi Zhi's father fled with his family and lived on the mountain.

From then on, everyone knew that there was a medicine fairy living on the mountain, and there was an endless stream of people who came to ask for medicine.

It's a pity that today, the Chi family has gone through many generations and perished, and the prosperity of the past has only come to a bleak end.

Today, there are still some small villages at the foot of the mountain in Shuixianya, and the traffic is blocked, which is very inconvenient. He was worried that if he got too close, he would startle the snake, so the two of them made an appointment to meet in Shaya City, which is a little farther away.

This Shaya city is the place where Fanbang caravans must pass through, and it can be said to be the richest city around Shuixianya.

Qinghe has always been respectable, and usually finds an inn to stay after entering the city, but it's a pity that it's different now, Mu Ziyun is not around, and he has to do everything by himself.

"It's all your fault." Sitting on the branch, Ge Qinghe complained.

The intoxicated man fell into a coma, but he was conscious. At this moment, Bi Qinghe brought Mu Ziyun by his side, and he could hear him scolding him.

Zhe Qinghe did not dare to leave Mu Ziyun alone in the Yuding Inn or throw him back to the ghost world. After all, this person is unconscious, and it is not safe to be alone, and it is even more unsafe for the ghost world to be mixed with fish and dragons, hiding murderous intentions.

I am ashamed to say that I have known Mu Ziyun for so long, but he didn't know who he could trust him to, so he could only spend some time to create a maze, trapping the person's body and spirit in the silver bracelet, lest the outside world find him. he.

In other words, the maze won't work until he dies, and others can find Mu Ziyun.

The weather in southern Xinjiang is always very dry, and now at the turn of spring and summer, there is even more dust covering the sky, hiding Qinghe alone on the tree, feeling the wind blowing his throat dry, but he couldn't leave, so My heart is not going well.

He only knew that Narcissus Ya was in the southern border, but he didn't know that it was so south, almost approaching the border of the country, and the sparse population made his intuition not good.

Humans rely on the protection of gods, and gods also rely on human spirits to be born. The bonus divine power generated by mortal beliefs hardly gets a point here, but this does not have much impact on Bi Qinghe. After all, he is still alive today. He's just a newly promoted immortal official with a whole body of debts, and the number of followers is almost zero.

It's just that this Narcissus Ya is located in the border area, there are constant wars all year round, countless casualties, many ghosts and ghosts, and there are also many ghosts and ghosts from other countries.

Thinking of his arduous task, he concealed his anger and said angrily: "The time limit for drunkenness is uncertain, you'd better hold on to me a little longer, lest I try my best to find Xingchenlan for you, but you die in despair, when the time comes If I violate the rules, I will hook your soul back and whip you."

Naturally, the only answer to him was the sound of the wind, so he hid his face and looked up at the boundless sunlight with a gloomy expression.

He is waiting.

After all, a doll is not a human being, no matter how much it resembles a human being, it cannot possess the flexibility of a human being.According to Yan Yeyun, when the puppet returns, each puppet will follow a specific route. Although the route is chosen this way for some reason, as long as you stay on a main road, you will always wait for three or two to pass by.

Hijacking a puppet is a bit ridiculous, but when Jian Qinghe really saw a person who looked exactly like himself passing by, he was still shocked, and directly raised the knife and knocked the puppet unconscious.

He had observed nearby before, and there was an abandoned thatched hut not far away, which he covered up with magic, and now he finally caught someone, and dragged the puppet into the small house after covering it up.

The puppet won't close its eyes even after being knocked out by him, just staring at him with two dull eyes, so confused and in a trance that it thought it saw its own death, so it couldn't give the puppet What kind of gentle treatment, not dragging his head on the ground is the greatest respect he can give.

Ge Qinghe put the doll on the ground, patted the ashes on his hands habitually, and suddenly saw a piece of skin wax sticking to the palm of his hand, after twisting it with his hands, it was quite elastic.

Help, it's not because the doll's skin fell off.

Covering up and raising his hands at a loss for a while, he managed to react before collapsing, and squatted down to check.

At this moment, Qinghe is not overcoming difficulties. Although he has no water to drink, he has a bottle full of soul-inducing water, which is more than enough to wash his hands. It's just that he has to be patient for a while because he thinks about "autopsy".

He had never done such dirty work before, and he didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only turn the doll over and lay it face up—

"What is this!"

Covering up and touching the doll's arm, he threw it away in shock.

When he dragged the puppet into the house just now, he was carrying the collar, and he had never touched the skin before. At this moment, he suddenly touched the puppet's arm. The outer layer of skin felt like soaked bean curd sticks. He clearly felt the separation of skin and flesh, and the unknown object stuck to his palm was exactly this human skin.

Maybe it's been a long time, and it's always exposed to the wind and sun outside, so the papery human skin peeled off and stuck to the clothes worn by the doll.

Only then did he cover up and with just a light pull, the human skin on the arm of the puppet was pulled out a big hole, exposing the blurred flesh and blood inside.Covering his eyes and frowning, he thought that the production process of this doll had evolved, and it turned out that it was not grass and sawdust, but soft flesh and blood.

He poked it with his hands, and the flesh and blood instantly submerged his fingertips. It was as soft as a large intestine worn on chopsticks. When he stroked it lightly, it prolapsed, and the flesh and bones were separated effortlessly.

The chopsticks are naturally bones, and the whole doll is self-evident, assembled from the inside to the outside.

"This is too disgusting, I really should let you see it too." Cover Qinghe stood up with twisted face, took out the bottle to wash his hands.

Just when he felt chills, he suddenly noticed that the puppet's chest was rising and falling slightly, and then he moved it to his nose, and even took a slight breath, which would cover him up and startle him a lot, and he said in his heart Could it be that this puppet is still a living person?

He didn't want to cut the puppet's body open to check whether the internal organs were complete. Judging by the flesh and blood parts alone, the overnight chicken bought in the market was tighter than him, so it was impossible for him to be alive.

Although Qinghe had never encountered such a situation, he could probably guess what was going on.

This puppet is the advanced version of Ding Wenyu. Ren Qizhi must have sealed the souls of other people in this body he created, so that the souls can mistakenly think that they are still alive, and naturally they can barely resemble a human being.

Thinking about it this way, if the production process of every doll is like this, I'm afraid how many mortals have suffered and how many mortals will suffer.

The matter is of great importance, whether it is to reduce casualties or to report the progress, he should report to the Heavenly Court, but right now Mu Ziyun's poison of drunkenness cannot be delayed for a moment. Died.

If you hide and decide to save him, then you won't change your mind. It's useless to continue to entangle now. It's better to think about how you can replace this puppet.

He can learn this dying appearance, but he doesn't know what to do and what to do with this puppet, so he can only ask the "senior" for advice.

Since he suspected that the puppet had a soul in its body, he called it directly.

He was very lazy and concealed, and he never talked about ostentation when casting spells. When the lengthy incantation reached his mouth, there was only one sentence "Qi". With another flick of the finger, the aura wraps the spell and gently lands between the puppet's eyebrows.

The soul body is usually translucent in the human world, and only in the ghost world can there be a real feeling. Seeing a ghost floating from his body right now, it is very complicated to hide Qinghe's mood.

The soul body was summoned suddenly, obviously still a little dazed, he mechanically looked around for a while, and then noticed that standing beside him was really startled—but since he was a ghost, It was light and fluttering, and at this moment it just jumped up suddenly.

"You, you, you, you..." He pointed to the puppet on the ground, and then to Qinghe, stuttering for a long time, unable to speak.

"I called you out, but I'm not with the person who killed you, you can rest assured." Bi Qinghe said lightly.

"me……"

The soul body wanted to say "I know", but it was so excited that it couldn't say a word, it could only "plop" and knelt down at the feet of Mi Qinghe, holding his leg and crying loudly.

Naturally, gratitude, gratitude, and tears fell like rain.