Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

It was night, and Wu Weizi took the money and went to have a big drink.

In the end, the boss was about to close the door, so he walked back with two jugs of wine.

Then at the entrance of the ruined temple, I picked up the little kid who rolled back again.

He hiccupped, walked over and kicked Si Nian.

"Yo, why are you willing to come back?"

Seeing him motionless, Wu Weizi turned Sinian who was lying on his stomach with his feet.

"Dead or not? Stay away!"

The person who thought he was out of breath suddenly grabbed his trouser leg, refusing to let go.

Wu Weizi heard him raving, so he squatted down and listened carefully out of curiosity.

Frowning and spreading his brows, Wu Weizi gradually formed an exaggerated smile at the corner of his mouth.

The corners of the mouth were grinning almost to the ears, revealing two rows of yellowed teeth, and there were bursts of intoxicating alcohol smell from the mouth.

"Hahahahaha, it's a surprise! A surprise!"

Taoist priests rely on talismans and mantras to hunt ghosts. Some people never have the chance to open their eyes in their entire lives.

Opening the eyes of the sky means being able to see ghosts directly, which means that all spells can be used!

Since Jian Shou has red and black pupils, it makes sense why he has the most ghostly aura.

Because he can see ghosts, he must be able to communicate with ghosts!

It can be seen why Jian Zhizhang wanted to get rid of Jian Shou, but he didn't tell the truth.

But those are not important anymore, if he can get the red pupil, he can restrain it in the container for his own use.

That red pupil, he is bound to get it!

"Save, save..."

Wu Weizi lifted his collar and asked with great interest, "Who will be saved? Save you?"

"Save... Ah Shou..."

Wu Weizi looked at Sinian, who was breathless again, and sneered, pointing his fingers at the acupuncture points on the side of his neck to protect his lifeblood.

"It's okay to save you, save the third young master? I'm afraid it's impossible."

He sighed treacherously, "After all, everyone wants him to die!"

The next day, there were many gossips in the prefect's mansion.

"I heard that the third young master was possessed by a ghost!"

"How to say? How to say? I just heard the screams last night! It's scary!"

"So, I heard it too! I was so scared that I didn't dare to get up at night to go to the toilet."

"Someone saw the third young master dug up two bones in the pond in front of his courtyard!"

"Yes, yes, they are still in the shape of children, who made such a big crime!"

"Didn't he kill it? Also, it hasn't been written into the genealogy, what kind of young master?"

"Oh, don't dare to say such nonsense!"

"Should this be reported to the police..."

The old lady glared at her: "What kind of official report? Our master is an official!"

"Then, how will the master and madam deal with the third son? Don't you just let him go?"

"But I don't think it's an exaggeration to grant death. Killing people pays for their lives!"

"Okay, okay, you can talk about the master's house? What should you do!"

Suddenly a group of people scattered like birds and beasts.

When Wu Weizi was taken into the mansion by the carriage, the smell of alcohol had not completely dissipated.

The magic weapon carried in the baggage is used to support the scene, and the second is to preserve the red pupil.

After all, to deal with a mortal, it is enough to use an ordinary sharp blade.

This time the person who came to meet Wuweizi was the head of the bodyguard, with a sword at his side and a tall and powerful figure.

He led Wuweizi in without changing his expression, and Wuweizi asked a little.

"Rong Pindao said abruptly, how is the third young master now?"

The chief guard didn't take Joe against him either, perhaps because Jian Zhizhang had ordered him before.

The Taoist asked, and he replied: "The third young master was possessed by a ghost yesterday, and dug out a pair of children he killed many years ago."

"Your Excellency invited the Daoist Priest to see if the three young masters can be saved."

His tone was calm and calm, as if he knew a lot and didn't know anything.

Wu Weizi only felt that his vest was slightly cold, and blurted out: "Then what if we can be saved?"

The chief guard turned his head to the side and gave Wu Weizi a light look, "The Daoist is joking."

Wu Weizi was choked up for a moment, and stopped talking.

Incense was rekindled in the ancestral hall, and blue smoke swirled in circles above the head.

In just a few days, Jian Shou returned to the dark ancestral hall.

It's just that this time is different after all, there are other people sitting in the ancestral hall, like a small torture hall, and he is the only one kneeling in the center.

When Wuweizi comes, the interrogation will begin.

Sitting above were Jian Zhizhang and Mrs. Zhang. As soon as they came, they first offered incense to the ancestors.

The Eldest Young Master, Eldest Young Mistress, and Second Miss who followed behind all knelt down and kowtowed three times before getting into the side seat.

Because it was in the ancestral hall, no matter how much Jian Min wanted to embarrass Jian Shou, he could only hold back, not daring to be presumptuous here.

But he keeps winking at Jian Shou, afraid that he won't see the schadenfreude in his eyes, although Jian Shou can't see it.

Jian Min's dislike for Jian Shou was almost innate. Her mother had been complaining and cursing Jin Niang and Jian Shou in her ears when she was a baby.

She learns fast and learns well, and she always bullies people in a set way.

This ancestral hall should be Jian Shou's usual place. When she was a child, she tricked Jian Shou to come here and shut him up for a day or two.

She also likes listening to Jian Shou crying in fear and begging her to let him out.

It's just that after more times, Jian Shou no longer trusts her, even if he is dragged and locked in, he will no longer cry and beg her in fear.

Then for a long time, she felt that life was no longer fun.

Fortunately, the methods are all thought up by people, and Jian Min has many ways to bully Jian Shou.

God knows how happy she was after learning that Jian Shou had caused such a catastrophe!

Originally, the family visit was over, but she was born and stayed for a few more days. Now that I think about it, it is fortunate that she stayed. Otherwise, how could she see this good show?

Jian Yun took a sip of the tea on the table, the tea was warm and refreshing, but it didn't calm the restlessness in his heart.

His wife was beside him, squeezing his wrist nervously.

Disgusted for no reason, Jian Yun patted the back of her hand reassuringly, and broke free from her calmly.

After a long time, still unable to hold back, Jian Yun secretly put his eyes on Jian Shou.

People kneeling on the ground have never been so vulnerable.

The weather was cold, and the wet clothes on my body were only half dried.

Wrinkles cling to the curved back, outlining a thin arc.

The long black hair covered half of his face. From this angle, Jian Yun could only see his thin chin and dark purple lips.

He was terribly cold, but the trembling frequency of his body slowed down.

If this continues, he won't even be able to survive the frosty, cold and dew-heavy tonight.

Jian Yun became anxious, and his eyes were fixed on the white cloth beside Jian Shou.

Through the gap, one can vaguely see the bones of the dead. He heard that Jian Shou salvaged them.

It's not easy for such a small body, isn't he afraid?

Jian Shou kept his head down and his eyes closed.

The crow-feather eyelashes were obediently attached to the eyelids, as quiet as if they were asleep.

It wasn't until he heard footsteps stopping behind him that Jian Shou trembled his eyelashes reflexively.

Then there was silence again, with feeble weariness and dying numbness.

Jian Zhizhang saw that Wu Weizi's stiff face finally loosened a bit, but it was still unsightly.

He didn't even stand up, as if trying to suppress his anger: "Just trouble the Taoist priest to see if these two bones were killed by this scoundrel!"

Jian Shou slightly straightened his back, closed his eyes, and looked up to the direction of Wu Weizi.

There was still a beauty in the severe cold on that face, and it was full of sorrow and expectation.

It was naive to think that Wuweizi could restore his innocence.

Wuweizi looked away without any psychological burden, and bowed to Jian Zhizhang.

He said something that could only be understood between them: "Pindao will definitely do his best, and is willing to live up to the entrustment of adults."

Jian Zhizhang waved to him, asking him to start here.

Wu Weizi bent down to pick up the piece of iron chain that had been removed from the corpse, thick rust had grown on it.

He noticed that the palm of Jian Shou's hand was stained with a layer of rust. It seems that he really got the corpse out?

Wu Weizi was immediately curious, where did they find the two bones to frame Jian Shou.

Didn't Jian Zhizhang tell him it was this way, or was it purely an accident?

Wu Weizi lifted a corner of the white cloth, and the stench came to his face, accompanied by a residual resentment.

They are two small white bones, and the tendons have not completely decayed, so the connected bones are still complete.

Wu Weizi wondered why this stench was so familiar...

There is also this kind of resentment, I am afraid it is a deep hatred that has been accumulated for many years, how could it dissipate so easily?

All in all, Wu Weizi became even more curious about the children who either died unjustly or tragically.

He took out a yellow talisman from his pocket, and almost bit his finger impatiently.

Draw the spell directly with blood, then put it on the incense burner and ignite it.

The lit talisman burned very slowly, and Wu Weizi chanted the incantation silently, turning the talisman around the bone again and again.

"I am the Celestial Eye, chasing the sky. The sky is like thunder and lightning, and the brilliance is eight poles. Seeing the inside and outside, nothing is hidden. Be as urgent as an order!"

He hung the burning talisman over Jian Shou's head, but the ashes stopped falling.

Wu Weizi was startled, and finally remembered why the stench of corpses was so familiar, his fingers holding the talisman began to tremble.

The most frightening thing about the human heart is that it can lie without changing its face.

This person was obviously killed by the second young master, but he wanted to forcefully place it on the third young master's head.

It has to be said that it is a good way to kill two birds with one stone. Anyway, they are going to die, so it is better to bear the crime for others and then die.

Mrs. Zhang's voice interrupted his daze: "The Taoist priest has discovered something? Who killed this man!"

Her eyes were sharp and aggressive, and her fingers holding the handkerchief unconsciously tightened.

Wu Weizi threw away the hot talisman, and said in a firm tone, "These two lives were indeed from the hands of the third young master."

Jian Shou was shocked when he heard his words, he raised his head in disbelief, almost stubbornly.

I don't understand why Wu Weizi, who is so skilled in spells, wanted to frame him! ?

Zhang's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and for a moment she even forgot to hide her emotions.

The shoulders supporting the Chinese clothes slumped down, obviously relieved.

Jian Zhizhang was not so calm, he just swung the teacup and teacup off the table.

The teapot filled with boiling hot water smashed against Jian Shou's knee, and the sharp shards and hot water splashed onto the back of Jian Shou's hanging hand.

Bubbles suddenly formed, and blood gushed out, accumulating on the ground bit by bit along the slender fingertips.

He was so numb that he couldn't feel the pain anymore, the colder his heart was, the more ridiculous he felt.

The people of Jian's house who were singing their own operas didn't notice the smile on the corner of Jian Shou's mouth, which was uglier than crying.

Jian Min didn't mind the matter and screamed loudly: "Father, we actually raised a murderer! Is it okay to spread the word?"

"Shut up!" He glared at the people in the room, "My Jane's residence will never hide evil!"

Jian Min covered her mouth, her eyes rolled around, her father didn't intend to "keep the family ugly" this time?

Jian Yun's hand holding the teacup tightened to the extreme, and his wife took his arm again.

The whole person leaned against him in fear, but the soft touch did not arouse any pity in him.

Jian Yun told the eldest maid next to her, "Take the eldest young mistress back to rest, and take good care of her!"

The servant girl nodded in agreement, and helped Duan Wanying up respectfully,

When Duan Wanying stepped out of the gate, she glanced back sideways, the inexplicable look in her eyes was only for a moment, and then she looked pitiful again.

Jian Zhizhang was still cursing there, but Mrs. Zhang just sat there, not letting him down.

It was Wu Weizi's last sentence that miraculously comforted him.

He said: "Your Excellency, don't be angry, the prefect's mansion has always been orthodox, I don't think the third young master's going astray is not entirely his own will."

Wuweizi smoothed his beard, talking nonsense with a serious face.

"I noticed it when I cast the spell yesterday. The third young master has a very dark energy, which is easy to attract sneaky things. In addition, his mind is not firm enough, so he is most likely to be possessed by ghosts and do some irreparable mistakes."

Jian Min twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly, and was about to say something but was interrupted by Jian Zhizhang: "Yun'er, Jian Min, you go back first."

Jian Min was unwilling to say yes, so he stared at Jian Shou and left angrily.

Jian Yun bent down and exited, his peripheral vision fell on the back of Jian Shou's horrific hand, and the tip of his tongue quickly licked the dry skin of his mouth.

After the two left, Jian Zhizhang asked again: "The Taoist priest has a way to crack it."

At this moment, Wuweizi remembered the words of the chief guard——

The Taoist priest laughed.

Finally, he had an epiphany, and he said, "Yes."

He has already given Jian Zhizhang the steps, if this matter gets out after this.

No one would say that Prefect Jian was cold-blooded or ruthless or poorly educated.

As for the "cracking", it depends on Jian Zhizhang's meaning whether Jian Shou can survive or not.

Sure enough, there was joy in Jian Zhizhang's eyes, but his tone was heartbroken.

"What is the Taoist's method? Jian must try his best to cooperate, after all, he is my son..."

What a touching father's love, Jian Shou's chest heaved up and down uncontrollably, and there were bursts of dull and dull pain.

He indifferently listened to Wu Weizi's so-called method, and for the first time a surge of hatred surged from the bottom of his heart.

They said that they have yin and yang eyes, if they gouge out that red pupil, the evil spirits will never dare to find them again.

They said, how cruel it is to make him truly blind!

He suddenly understood why Jian Zhizhang invited Wu Weizi to let him die "righteously".

He never hurt anyone, but they want him to die, what is the reason! ?

"Hahahahaha!" Jian Shou suddenly burst out laughing, and finally opened those eyes that couldn't see the sun.

He stared at Jian Zhizhang with those eyes, "Father, are you afraid of me?"

If you are not afraid of me, why would you abandon my mother?If you are not afraid of me, why are you so eager to kill me?

A biting chill poured into Jian Zhizhang's limbs and bones, like resentment gathered from an extremely dark place, making him unable to move.

In those eyes, he seemed to see himself in the past, and he dropped his childish child in front of Jinniang.

Jian Zhizhang's eyes were red, trembling with anger.

He is not afraid, how could he be afraid of a monster!

Jian Shou turned his attention to Mrs. Zhang again: "No one knows better than you how these two children died."

"No one knows better than Jian Xin? It's really a vicious method!"

He actually knows everything!Mrs. Zhang screamed, and rushed over to strangle Jian Shou out of composure, but her legs gave way and she fell to the ground.

"Shut up, you're talking nonsense! You just want to hurt my Xin'er!"

Wu Weizi finally noticed something was wrong, and suddenly a demon wind rose up in the ancestral hall.

All the flames on the candles slanted to □□, and they burned more and more intensely, it was very strange!

Looking at Jian Shou again, he has pale cheeks, blue blood vessels appear on his forehead, and there is the most substantial resentment in his eyes.

Just like a ghost who died wronged, he was crazy and manipulative, almost making Jian Zhizhang and Zhang Shi be possessed!

A pair of yin and yang eyes are so effective!

While Wuweizi was ecstatic, he didn't dare to be careless, he quickly took out the Qingxuan seal in his arms.

He cut the palm of his hand with a sharp blade, and the blood that gushed out stained the bottom of the seal red.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he covered the back of Jian Shou's neck heavily!

Jian Shou screamed, and the skin on the back of his neck made a scorching sound.

As if his soul was being burned, he rolled his eyes white in pain, his screams gradually weakened, and then he collapsed straight to the ground.

Wu Weizi skillfully took out the golden dharma rope from the Taoist robe.

Wrapped tightly around Jian Shou's body, making him unable to move after waking up.

The ancestral hall immediately returned to normal, and Jian Zhizhang and Zhang Shi also woke up.

They looked at each other in shock, unable to believe the sudden change.

Zhang's voice was still trembling slightly: "Sir, what's going on?"

Obviously she was terrified of what Jian Shou looked like when he went crazy just now.

Wuweizi calmed down and said, "My lord, Madam, don't worry, the third young master has been possessed by a ghost."

Jian Zhizhang is getting old, so he was a little bluffed. He didn't expect the excuse of being a ghost to come true: "Then what should we do..."

"Eye out."

"My lord, madam, the third young master is under my control now, but there is no time to delay the matter of taking the eyes and exorcising ghosts. When the young master wakes up, he must do it!"

Gouging out the red pupils, the effect is the best, Wuweizi's abacus is clanging.

…………

In the underworld, all the flowers on the other side of Huangquan Road were burned clean by the underworld fire.

A roar ran through the entire Wangchuan River, and the ghosts and ghosts in the river suddenly let out painful screams, and were swallowed up by the King of Ghosts.

There was another earth-shattering roar: "Let me out!"

"Hey, hey, it's really noisy, sister, when will he stop?"

A charming voice came out of nowhere, with a charming ending ~

A puff of green smoke suddenly rose from the Naihe Bridge, showing a mirage scene.

Zhulan stone masonry, painted pillars and carved beams, half-rolled bead curtains, and jade cases.

A young woman came out of the screen, wearing a red dress with emerald sleeves, a wonderful long-sleeve, and a gold-thread dress.

Hold a cup of clear tea and hold it in your hands, the aroma is overwhelming, and it is difficult to hold your hand.

She gracefully walked up to "Meng Po" and handed over the cup of tea.

"Meng Po" stretched out her withered hands and took off her hood, her old appearance turned into a beautiful young girl in an instant.

Meng Jiang drank the tea in one gulp, and sighed helplessly: "I'm afraid it won't stop until he goes out."

Meng Yong counted one by one with his slender and beautiful fingers.

"But he has been making trouble for 20 days. This hell is a day in the mortal world for a year. If this continues, his sweetheart will probably die of old age!"

Meng Jiang shook his head: "If you don't live to be old, you will die soon."

Meng Yong giggled coquettishly twice: "Why? Could it be that my sister lied to him back then, and for 1000 years, they didn't let them meet~"

Meng Jiang looked at the ghost king who was constantly struggling at the bottom of the river, and was silent for a while.

"Not necessarily. When that person dies, they will meet each other naturally."

"Everything is fate..."

Meng Yong was really quarreled, so he said coquettishly: "Sister, I don't want to stay here anymore, Meng Ge can stay alive in the mortal world, I'll go and play with her!"

"Go, just don't bully my little sister again."

"Hehehe... No way~" The young woman disappeared behind the screen in an instant.

The mirage also turned into a puff of green smoke, like a dream.

Meng Jiang pulled up her hood again, and turned back into that hunched old woman again.

She walked slowly to the side of Naihe Bridge, and asked in a hoarse voice——

"Ghost King, do you know why you want to go out?"

"I know, I want to find someone!"

"Who is this man? Do you remember his name and his appearance?"

Silently mixed with bewilderment, he said, "I...I forgot..."

Shouldn't have forgotten, why did you forget?

Qin Shou almost couldn't remember his own name, who was he before he was alive?And why die?All forgotten at this time.

He felt annoyed, as if he could forget everything, but he couldn't forget the person who made him wait for a whole thousand years.

A pair of eyes full of smoldering fire glared at Granny Meng: "But you still have to let me out, or I will definitely destroy this underworld!"

Po Meng was not afraid of him, her voice was long and old.

"Then, go out after you think about it."