Shangxian Raiders

The man frowned, seriously recalling what those dead people had in common, muttering to himself while thinking, as if he thought of something and was denied by himself.

Finally, seeing that the two of them seemed to be getting impatient with waiting, just then slowly asked back: "Is it counted as a prodigal, not only the prodigal, but also the kind that beats and scolds parents for disrespecting the old and loving the young?"

Xiao Qianyin nodded knowingly: "Forget it. Is there anything else?"

The man shook his head firmly this time: "Not anymore."

After careful questioning, within the last month, four or five people known to that man alone have died like Asong.And these people all have one thing in common: there is an old father or mother in the family, and they were disrespectful to or beat and scolded their parents before they died.

Leaving the gambling house, Xiao Qianyin thought hard all the way and couldn't find a solution: "Elder brother, do you think Ah Song's death is related to those who died before?"

Liu Fengya's steps were steady, he turned his head and glanced at him when he heard this, and said, "It's hard to say."

Xiao Qianyin pursed the corners of her lips and said: "If there is any connection, it is that they are all unfilial children. Could it be that the soul possessing them has a sense of justice and wants to do justice for the heavens?"

This idea is really outrageous, after all, the soul of kindness and justice in life must be reincarnated and reincarnated soon after death.And the souls that have been entrenched in Ghost Valley or Wangchuan for a long time and linger, must be those who died in peace or did a lot of evil, but how can such souls do things for the sky?

The two walked side by side on the busiest commercial street in Yingcheng, and there were constant hawking sounds on both sides. If you didn't pay attention to it, the conversation between the two could easily be drowned in those noisy shouts.

Just when Xiao Qianyin was wondering and sighing about this matter, Liu Fengya suddenly stopped and said leisurely, "Do you still remember the boatman who crossed the river by the Wangchuan River?"

Xiao Qianyin subconsciously stopped, turned around and raised the corners of her lips, "I remember, what's the matter?"

Just now when the words fell, he suddenly remembered that the boatman had mentioned the story of Azheng to them, and said again: "Brother, do you think it's her?"

Liu Fengya said noncommittally: "Yes. The boatman said that although Ah Zheng practiced Taoism for a short time before his death, his practice was quite deep."

When listening to the story of Azheng told by the boatman on the ferry boat, Xiao Qianyin always felt that the elder brother's absent-minded appearance seemed to have no interest in other people's stories at all, but unexpectedly he really listened to it.At this time, I thought about the matter of Azheng carefully, and suddenly said: "It seems that we need to go to Huashan."

Yingcheng went to Huashan for nearly a hundred miles, and the two of them flew easily with their swords, and they arrived at their destination in just one or two hours.

Just as he landed, a sweeping boy in a dark Taoist robe at the gate of the palace quickly stepped forward and looked back and forth at the two of them, holding the broom tightly with both hands and respectfully said: "Where did you come from, and why did you visit?"

Xiao Qianyin blurted out: "The Daoist Sanqing is in Tiangong, we have something to do with him."

Daotong said: "The real person is in the Heavenly Palace. I don't know how to address you two. Wait for me to go in and let me know."

Xiao Qianyin couldn't help being stunned. When he was cultivating Taoism in Yancheng Mountain, he and Daoist Sanqing could still be regarded as fellows, but now that he has fallen into the demon clan, he doesn't know if the Daoist will still show him face and see him?When he was hesitating how to declare his family name, a calm and steady voice suddenly came from his ear: "Tiandu, Liu Fengya."