After bankruptcy, I relied on metaphysics to become a top wealthy family

0 midnight.

At a sparsely populated intersection, two teenagers looked furtively around.

The boy in white lowered his voice: "Are you sure this is okay?"

Will this work...

Another young man in robes frowned, looking bitter and resentful. He took out a bowl of rice from a canvas bag and placed it on the ground at the intersection.

The young man in Taoist robe sighed and asked in a low voice: "Boss, can I reimburse you for this bowl of white rice..."

The boy in white:......

Now is the time to care about this!

"Yes! I'll reimburse you!" The boy in white was speechless.

When the young man in Taoist robes heard this, a smile appeared on his face. He dug into his torn canvas bag twice, took out three sticks of incense, stuck it straight into the rice, and lit it.

"Can these three sticks of incense be reimbursed..."

......

The young man in white was speechless: "Hurry up and start!"

The young man in Taoist robes sighed, as if the whole world owed him a bowl of white rice, frowned and shook his head, then picked up the chopsticks and tapped on the edge of the porcelain bowl.

The air was eerily quiet, with only the rhythmic sound of chopsticks tapping echoing in the deserted intersection.

The smoke from the three incense sticks floated straight into the air, and there was a strange sense of beauty.

The young man in white felt a little cold. He rubbed his arms with his hands and asked, "Can this method of yours work?"

The young man in Taoist robes still frowned: "Boss, this bowl is a new one I bought. Can you reimburse me for it..."

The boy in white was completely speechless, rolled his eyes and stopped talking.

He now seriously doubts whether this little Taoist priest can do it!

At this moment, the sky seemed to suddenly darken. No, it was the street lights at the intersection that suddenly went out.

The world fell silent.

The young man in white shuddered, but the young man in Taoist robes showed a rare smile: "Come on, come on, today's salary is settled!"

There was a damp and cold atmosphere in the air, which made people feel nauseous. Suddenly, there were some noisy sounds, as if a group of people were slowly walking over.

In other words, not a human being!

It was an extremely weird scene, but the boy in white showed a successful smile and asked softly: "What should we do now?"

The young man in Taoist robe put down the bowl, stood up, and put a drop of cow's tears on the eyes of the young man in white. The young man in white suddenly felt his eyes light up. Many expressionless people suddenly appeared at the originally empty intersection, or in other words, ghost!

The ghosts all walked in one direction, and not far away, a dark door appeared out of thin air.

The boy in white looked at the scene in shock, watching the ghosts walking into the door one after another.

The young man in Taoist robes said: "Follow 'them'."

The young man in white clothes quickly followed the young man in Taoist robes and walked towards the gate.

When he entered the door, he seemed to hear a clear female voice shouting: "Yang Wuyou!"

He scratched his head, who was calling him? He thought it was his auditory hallucination.

......

When Bai Zhi heard the sound of the bowl being knocked, she immediately understood that someone was summoning souls, but the ghost gate was wide open during the Ghost Festival. Who would summon souls at this time?

Simply looking for death!

Bai Zhiteng stood up, ready to take a look.

Fan Qingliu saw Bai Zhi getting up and asked calmly: "Where are you going?"

Bai Zhi looked at him inexplicably: "What does it have to do with you?"

His fate card has been healed, and there is no need for Bai Zhi to watch over him from now on.

When Fan Qingliu choked, it was none of his business, but he inexplicably wanted to know where she was going.

"Take me with you." He said this inexplicably.

Bai Zhi looked at him strangely: "Why?"

Fan Qingliu was a little embarrassed, touched his nose, and said calmly: "You said you would take me on a trip."

As soon as these words came out, he wanted to bite off his tongue!

What is this weird thing to say? Can't he travel by himself?

Fan Qingliu's ears were a little red. Although he was upset, he still inadvertently glanced at Bai Zhi's reaction from the corner of his eye.

When Bai Zhi heard this, she seemed to have seen someone being taken advantage of, and a malicious smile appeared on her face.

"Really... But if I take you on a trip, the cost..."

"1000 million." Fan Qingliu quickly caught what Bai Zhi had not finished.

This crazy woman is really obsessed with money!

"Okay, deal."

You want to travel, right? Let me take you to some good places!

As soon as Bai Zhi finished speaking, she took Fan Qingliu's shirt collar and suddenly arrived at a crossroads more than ten kilometers away.

Fan Qingliu took a step back in disgust and carefully arranged his messed up clothes. This crazy woman, couldn't you say hello before leaving? !

The crossroads at midnight were bustling with people, and a large group of ghosts stood on their toes, heels floating lightly, and drifted toward the ghost door that opened not far away.

Bai Zhi opened Fan Qingliu's yin and yang eyes in advance. At this time, he was looking at the "sea of ​​people" in front of him in surprise.

Those A Piao with their toes on the ground are like an endless stream, and they keep coming in this direction.

Bai Zhi looked at the bowl of white rice on the ground at the intersection and chuckled.

"It's really unlucky that the spirit summoner has been summoned until the door of hell is closed."

Put uncooked rice in the bowl, knock the bowl at the crossroads, light three sticks of incense, and recite the incantation, and you can summon the souls. But the soul summoner is unlucky. He happens to be summoning souls at the gate of hell, and it is also on the Ghost Festival. !

Hundreds of ghosts are walking at night. If one is not careful and encounters a vicious and resentful ghost, and the breath of a stranger is smelled by the ghost, something big will happen.

As soon as Bai He arrived at the ghost gate, he couldn't control his body and wanted to rush inside, but luckily Bai Zhi used his magic to suppress him inside.

Suddenly, Bai He looked in the direction of the Ghost Gate and said in surprise: "Ancestor, that's not... that's not the one in Tianxiacang..."

Before Bai He finished speaking, Bai Zhi saw two living people at the bustling Guimen Pass, sneaking among the ghosts and walking towards the Guimen Pass.

Are these two crazy?

She took a closer look and saw one of the young men, who looked very familiar.

It was him!

Bai Zhi shouted: "Yang Wuyou!"

However, the young man had already entered the gate of hell, and his cry was swallowed up by the dark gate of hell.

Damn it! How could it be him! Why did he go to Hell Gate!

Bai Zhi didn't have time to think too much, she grabbed the collar that Fan Qingliu had just arranged and walked towards the ghost gate.

Fan Qingliu:......

Bai He was a little confused. As early as a few days ago, when her ancestor was buying magic weapons in Tianxiacang, she could tell that her ancestor was very special to this young man named Yang Wuyou. The look in his eyes was a bit... .kindly......

Yes, that is kindness!

This is so weird. My ancestor has always been cold-hearted and has no good face towards anyone. How could he be so 'amiable' to this young man who is only 18 or 9 years old...

......

With an excited smile on his face, Yang Wuyou followed the ghosts into the ghost gate quietly.

I have heard that the ghost gates will be opened tonight during the Ghost Ghost Festival, and all ghosts will gather together. The Mingcao Ghost Market will be bustling with activity, which is a rare event in the ghost world.

He heard about this from the warlock in Tianxiacang, and he was immediately excited, so he secretly found a young Taoist priest he had just met and asked him to help him open the ghost gate and visit the ghost market.

At this time, he was very excited and followed the group of ghosts in one direction.