I'm really a decent cultivator

The rosy red at dusk has turned dark to black, the night is drawn, the autumn wind blows the grass, and the bleakness is boundless. Although the crescent moon in the sky is not yet full, it is almost there.

In the palace, the lights were brightly lit, there was constant noise, and it was extremely lively.

Wang Fugui set up a rich dinner and arranged a program. Wouldn't it be fun to enjoy while eating.

but,

Except for Wang Fugui, the others lacked interest, and the atmosphere was even a little awkward.

Because the performers are all men. That scene, that picture, is really eye-catching.

The only thing that made everyone happy was that Wang Fugui fulfilled his original promise and was rewarded with a lot of money!

But the reward is not gold, but Lingshi!

They are all high-grade spirit stones, there are ten of them!

It has to be said that Wang Fugui spent all his money this time.

As a businessman, he has sharper vision and foresight than ordinary people. In his eyes, ten high-grade spirit stones are not a reward, but an investment!
Atmosphere,

Also because of the ten high-grade spirit stones, it became more active.

Su Che let go of his previous prejudices, and felt that Wang Fugui is a confidant who values ​​commitment and loyalty!
The two drank a few pots of drunken wine with their own ghosts.

In the past, after dinner, Qingchen would have the habit of making tea in the gazebo and blowing the evening breeze, but tonight, as usual, he entered the room early.

That night.

Zhangjiajie, ghost building.

The turmoil of last night seemed to have no effect on this place at all, and there was still such a peaceful and gloomy atmosphere.But as a white figure slowly approached, the picture became a little more beautiful.

Qing Chen has been obsessed with this place ever since he learned that killing Weiyi can gain experience points. After finally waiting until dark, he hurried to here.

Qing Chen walked into the gate of Zhangjiajie Ghost Building.At this moment, the light of righteousness shone on the ghost building.

He knocked on the door from the first room in order: "Excuse me, is there any weirdness?" There were strange babbling noises inside, and it seemed that there were.Qing Chen opened the door and walked in, and saw a ghost dressed as an actor, wearing a spring shirt and sleeves, he couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman.Seeing Qing Chen come in, it sang in a high-pitched voice: "It hurts, it hurts, push Lang lightly, gradually it trembles, and it turns red with a little fright~" Listening to Qing Chen, he felt that this opera ghost was a bit insincere.

But he still said very politely: "Hello, I'm here to save you, it may hurt a little, just bear with it for a while, and you'll be fine soon." The opera ghost seemed to understand his words, and wanted to express it personally Oppose at once.

But Qingchen didn't give it a chance.laugh--

A smear of purple flame shot out directly from him, the flames flashed by, and the babbling tone still echoed in the room, but the ghost body disappeared out of thin air.scaled successfully.Qing Chen felt that he was a little noble.Correspondingly, the experience value in the status bar has increased by 857.

As his figure deepened, the undulating voices in the ghost building also swayed.

Three hundred miles to the northwest, there is a burning mountain.There is a corpse cave on the burning mountain.

Two hoarse and dull voices sounded again, this time with obvious panic. "Damn it, that cultivator came back! He knocked on the door looking for ghosts, and beheaded them one by one! In just one night, he emptied the entire ghost building!" "What! Just take him There is nothing you can do?" "If you saw how he shot, you wouldn't say such stupid things." "We have to do something! Otherwise, the day my emperor lifts the seal, you and I will be guilty!" Another A voice fell silent again, then spoke again. "I was praying, praying that he wouldn't come back tomorrow."

Someone found that the smog shrouded in Zhangjiajie has lightened a lot.

Even in the daytime, Zhangjiajie is always shrouded in a thick gray mist, full of yin.

After the changes in the past few days, someone noticed that the fog had not only turned white, but the buildings in the town could be vaguely seen even if they were far away.

This is a scene that has never been seen for hundreds of years!

As the host, Wang Fugui invited Qingchen and the others to stay for a few days, but after staying there, he found that after many days, they still had no tendency to leave.

It feels like staying here.

His family has a big business, and it is more than enough to accommodate three people, but...they are benefactors, and he greets them in different ways every day, which is really too much. The most important thing is that he can't get away to go to the brothel...
He wondered for a while. Did he lack spirit stones?

At noon that day, Qing Chen was lying on the rocking chair, making tea leisurely, while Situ Wan'er was sitting under the gazebo and meditating.

These days, she found that as long as she practiced beside Qing Chen, she would get twice the result with half the effort. After practicing, she could see Qing Chen as soon as she opened her eyes, and immediately felt refreshed.

She used to think that cultivation was boring, but now, she thinks it is an interesting thing.

At this time,

The courtyard gate was flung open.

Su Che ran in in a panic, looking panicked.

"Eldest brother, it's not good, something serious happened in Linhai Town!"

When Qing Chen heard the words, he still didn't open his eyes, and his body was swaying along with the rocking chair.

Situ Wan'er on the side became curious and asked, "What happened?"

"There's something weird in town!"

Hearing the word "weird", Qing Chen opened his eyes.

In Qing Chen's eyes, being weird is equivalent to experience!
These days, he would go to the Zhangjiajie Ghost House every night, but the more times he went, he found that there were less weird things inside, and his experience also decreased.

He was still hesitating whether he should rest for a few days and wait until the ghost building Jizan was a little more weird before going.

"Speak carefully." Qing Chen got up, picked up the cold green tea, and took a sip.

Su Che briefly explained what happened.

The incident happened a few days ago. Two policemen were buying biscuits together on the way to the shift room in the morning. Unexpectedly, one of the policemen suddenly died suddenly after turning around after receiving the biscuits.He died without warning, and at that time he frightened the other arrester into a fool. He called for a long time to report to the officer before he realized that he was an official.After the body was carried to the Yamen for inspection, Wu Zuo once doubted his life.Because there was nothing wrong with this corpse, the arrester was usually in good health, without any disease, poisoning, trauma, or even mood swings.What a great living person, just died out of thin air.It seems that it can only be explained by conspiracy.

Just when the headhunter was at a loss, something caught his attention.The peddler who sold sesame seed cakes handed over all the money the arrester had paid for the sesame seed cakes to the yamen, saying that he dared not accept money from dead people.It's just a few copper plates, it's not a big deal, and the headhunters usually don't care.But at that time, he was clueless, so he just stared at the copper coins for a while.After staring at it, he suddenly realized something was wrong."Heluo Tongbao" is written on normal copper coins, but one of these copper coins has "Yinsi Tongbao" written on it, which has never been seen before.He reported the case immediately, and the news he got was that.

"Yinsi Tongbao" is the copper coin of the ghost country!