Shura on the pillar of the blade of ghost slayer

Chapter 122
When Li Qingming suddenly grabbed his wrist, the man jumped up and opened his mouth to yell.

Li Qingming quickly covered the other person's mouth, and said in a low voice, "Don't call me your own, what are you looking for, maybe I can help you."

The man looked at Li Qingming suspiciously, his eyes were full of horror, but he couldn't move.

Seeing that Li Qingming didn't hurt him further, he relaxed and nodded.

Li Qingming let go of his hand.

The man stretched out his trembling hand and asked urgently, "Do you have anything valuable?"

Although he was still trembling with fear, there was fanatical greed in his eyes and tone.

Li Qingming took out a [-] yuan bill from his pocket, "Is this all right?"

"Okay, okay, great!"

The man nodded hungrily, reaching out to grab it.

As a result, Li Qingming shook his wrist, and easily dodged the opponent's hand, "I can give it to you, answer my question first."

The man stared at the [-] yuan bill, swallowed hard, and nodded, "Say it, say it, it's almost too late."

"What do you want valuable things for?" Li Qingming asked.

"Of course it is to show respect to the master of the potter's wheel. The better the things you bring back, the higher floors you can go to!"

After talking for a year, the man looked back at the tall building not far away, and looked longingly at the top floor.

"What's in the building?" Li Qingming hurriedly asked.

At this time, there was a shout from below the tall building, "It's over, is there anyone else? It's about to close!"

Only then did Li Qingming realize that the originally dark river bank had returned to a deserted appearance.

The burly man was at the door, looking towards the woods.

"There is a soup pool! Give it to me!"

As he spoke, the person in front of him snatched the big bills from Li Qingming's hand and ran towards the tall building, shouting as he ran, "There's still me, and there's me!"

He waved the banknotes in his hand and smiled very happily, just like losing tens of millions of lottery tickets.

He passed the wooden plank and came to the burly man. He smiled and was about to speak when he heard a strange yet familiar voice behind him.

"And I!"

He looked back, and it was the person who had just given him the big bill.

Li Qingming smiled at the big man and said, "Brother, I'm new here."

The big man frowned and looked at the handsome red-clothed boy in front of him, then waved his hand to signal them to go in quickly.

"Thank you O!"

Li Qingming thanked him sincerely. Originally, he wanted to observe outside for a while, but he heard that there was a soup pool inside.

It is still the Tangchi that so many people are crazy about. As a Tangzhu, Li Qingming has no reason not to experience it.

Entering the tall building and coming to the lobby on the first floor, Li Qingming was overwhelmed by the magnificent decoration at first sight.

It is much more magnificent than the Yujingu Temple in Asakusa, Kyoto.

In addition to the famous handwriting of carved beams and painted buildings and lifelike sculpture buildings, countless precious flowers and plants are also planted.

The flowers are competing to bloom, competing for splendor and splendor, exuding bursts of refreshing fragrance.

The most exaggerated thing is that in the corner of the hall on the first floor, there is a waterfall of one to ten meters high.

The clear river water was transported up by a huge water truck, and then crashed down from a height of more than ten meters. The continuous, very shocking.

People who were crazy like wild beasts have now restored the human order.

Everyone lined up in a long line, stroking the things they picked up with their palms, waiting quietly for something.

Click, click, click...

There was a loud grinding of gears upstairs, and a wooden pavilion slowly descended from upstairs.

Li Qingming's eyes lit up.

There is even an elevator in this building!
The elevator door opened slowly, and a short, dark-gray old man, who looked like an old butler, walked out tremblingly with a walking stick.

Sensing the aura of an evil spirit rushing toward his face, Li Qing was sure that the other party was an evil spirit without a doubt.

It's just that this breath is hundreds of times weaker than the breath left in the river water, and there is no trace of the breath of cursing evil spirits.

And the breath of this ghost is not very closely related to Oni Wu Tsuji, just like the relationship between the family of the next string and Oni Wu Tsuji.

Li Qingming couldn't help but conjecture, could it be that this ghost who has bowed strings also has the authority to turn people into ghosts?
In fact, that night in Asakusa, when Li Qingming and Zhu Samaru were fighting, they had already noticed that the relationship between Oniwu Tsuji and other evil spirits had changed a lot.

He didn't know until now that apart from being able to call names directly, it seems that all evil spirits have the right to turn human beings into ghosts.

With this power, the evil spirits can continuously expand the group size, no longer fight alone, and can even face the ghost killing team to hunt them down.

They can establish and defend their own strongholds, and continue to expand. Sooner or later, they will become a disaster for the evil side.

Li Qingming also understood that this high-rise building was the base camp of the ghost who hadn't shown up yet, and it was his first step towards becoming a disaster.

The old man ghost walked up to the high platform, his old and dim eyes scanned the crowd, and then his eyes fell on the first person in the team.

The first person didn't care about the old man's skin color which was not similar to that of a human, and respectfully handed the bird's nest in front of the old ghost.

The old ghost's wrinkled eyelids slowly opened a crack, and after a pause of two seconds, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "A bird's nest, the third floor——!"

The voice sounded like the eunuchs next to the ancient emperors, and the way he spoke was like the shopkeeper of a pawn shop.

The first person held the bird's nest and danced happily when he heard that he was assigned to the third floor, as if he had taken advantage of the sky.

Then he was taken by someone, got on the elevator, and went to the third floor.

After that, the people in the team moved forward one by one, and showed the old ghost the treasures they had picked up.

"One branch, the second floor—!"

"One stone, the second floor—!"

"One branch, the second floor—!"

……

Just when the team was halfway forward, a person walked up to the old ghost empty-handed, looking at a loss.

The old ghost raised his eyebrows and said sharply, "If you don't have anything, you can't go upstairs!"

But the man knelt down with a plop, and begged, "Master, please, please do me a favor, just let me go up..."

Li Qingming was also a little puzzled, this soup pool is so good, why do you want to go there?
I begged grandpa to tell grandma.

I pondered for a while, and then said, "Stand up, it's your first time, I'll help you."

"Thank you master, thank you grandpa!"

The man got up quickly and looked at the old ghost expectantly.

The old ghost's face was gloomy, and he stretched out his hand to grab the man's eyeball, pulling out a bloodstain abruptly.

He heard the man howl, covered the holes in his eyes, and fell to the ground in pain.

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(End of this chapter)