Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

After turning their heads and seeing who had spoken, all the resentful spirits were startled and scattered in all directions, like a large black firework.

It floated so fast that an afterimage was left and half of the streamline exploded.

He ran and howled, "Fuck! Damn it!"

As they ran, the resentful spirits realized something was wrong.

"No, we are the ghosts. We are all ghosts, why should we run away?"

"Because... I'm afraid." Youhun said cautiously.

"Don't be afraid of a ghost! We are the ones that people fear!"

Then a group of resentful spirits turned back angrily, pinching their waists and looking ferocious.

Huanyi was still squatting there plucking the spiritual flowers. When she saw the resentful souls turning back, she immediately greeted them politely.

Out of curiosity, Youhun stepped forward and plucked a Spiritual Knowledge Flower, placing it in Huanyi's hand. "Do you know about the transaction of buying and selling flesh bodies?"

Huanyi took the Spiritual Knowledge Flower, subconsciously said thank you, and then said, "I know a little."

The corpse puppet clan she belongs to has a huge demand for physical bodies every year, so they also accept some "are you dead?" orders for collecting corpses on a pay-later basis.

"But... will both parties really not run away?" Youhun was curious.

Huan Yi: "Such hidden dangers do exist when individual businesses cooperate, but if a cultivator family and a ghost cultivator clan sign a contract and cooperate for generations, there will be no such hidden dangers."

A soul sighed: "I don't know if my body is still there, I really want to..."

"Dig it out and sell it for a fortune."

Youhun suggested: "It is better to sell the ghost repair to Nanjiang. Nanjiang offers a higher price."

"Are you sure? The puppet can still retain its physical body for a period of time. It was bought from Nanjiang and directly fed to poisonous insects, and no trace of its body is left." An interested voice came from the side.

"What does it matter? I'm dead anyway. Whether I'm eaten by bugs or controlled by ghosts, what difference does it make? Anyway, I won't be able to sense anything after I die."

This soul was quite open-minded, but was startled when it turned its head.

At some point, two more spirits came over, one big and one small. The one who was speaking was the smaller one, a little bit bigger, sitting upright on the palm of the other spirit.

"Boss."

Huanyi walked with her two short cotton-thin legs and handed the picked spiritual flowers to Xiao Lin. Then she tried hard to tiptoe on her heels, cupped her two palms, and tried with sparkling eyes to take the boss into her hands.

Xiao Lin wanted to use the Spiritual Flower to make an elixir. Qi Wu Yue thought about it and decided that it would be a bad idea to let Xiao Lin rely on her, so he signaled Xiao Lin to put him down.

After all, the joy in the form of a cotton doll only reached Xiao Lin's knees.

Xiao Lin placed Qi Wu Yue in Huan Yi's hands and told her worriedly, "Don't stay too far away from me."

After all, Qi Wu Yue's soul form is too small.

However, there was no other way. If Qi Wu Yue and Xue Lingluo wanted to enter the lower realm, they could only separate their souls into a small ball so that the energy could just pass through the channel.

Qi Wu Yue sat on Huan Yi's shoulders, hugged his arms, crossed his legs, and listened leisurely to the chattering of the group of resentful souls.

Withdrawing his gaze, Xiao Lin summoned an alchemy furnace from the mustard seed ring. The mustard seed ring was connected to his soul, so even in the soul state, he could still use the items in the mustard seed ring.

Xiao Lin separated the mental power from his soul and wrapped it around a dozen soul flowers. He summoned the Phoenix True Fire to burn them into a ball of light golden liquid, while at the same time eliminating the small amount of resentment that the soul flowers had stained.

The strands of black resentment evaporated with a "sizzle" sound as if they were melted under the smelting of the golden-red flames.

……

the other side.

Xue Lingluo was sleeping soundly in Huanyi's small red satchel. Huanyi, with Qi Wu Yue on her shoulders, sat around with a group of resentful spirits, listening to their chattering.

"You know, I heard that there was a touching love story about buying and selling human bodies."

The soul that was bursting with curiosity immediately burst into a sharp explosion, and urged impatiently: "What love story? Tell me quickly."

"Of course it's a righteous cultivator x a willful ghost cultivator!"

"Speaking of which, the second generation of ghost cultivators who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth is beautiful, spoiled, willful, and has the temper of a young lady. She is determined to find the most perfect body to refine into her corpse puppet. This corpse puppet cannot be a physical cultivator, because it is too rough and the young lady does not like it. It cannot be a magic cultivator or an alchemy cultivator, because the flesh is too weak and cannot withstand a beating. It would be best if it is a handsome sword cultivator."

"Sword cultivator? I know that sword cultivators don't understand romance!" A soul nearby interrupted.

The soul telling the story was not annoyed: "That's exactly why most sword cultivators are as cold and hard as stone, and they are not likable. So it was difficult for the young lady to be satisfied. She ran away from home, vowing to find a perfect corpse puppet."

"Then she met a genius swordsman from the righteous path. In fact, whether he was a genius or not, the young lady didn't pay much attention to him, but he looked as gentle as jade, and the young lady chose him based on his appearance, and she liked him immediately."

"Oh, what a damn fate~" A soul interrupted, but was covered by the mouth by the soul next to him.

Soul continued to tell the story: "The young lady went straight up to the man and asked him how much he would sell his body to. The man was stunned for a moment, then his brows relaxed and he smiled faintly, saying, "Young lady, you misunderstood. I... will not sell it."

When the swordsman said the last two words, he felt a little embarrassed and his earlobes felt hot.

The eldest lady snorted coldly: "You are the one who misunderstood. What I want to buy is not you who is alive and moving, but your corpse after you die."

The swordsman had never encountered such an inexplicable and bizarre thing before. That beautiful girl wanted to reserve his... corpse...

He is still alive and well, but he talks about what happens after his death so openly... It's really hard to put into words.

But in order to please the girl, he still agreed reluctantly.

The girl slapped a pitch-black talisman into the sword cultivator's body and explained the talisman's function.

"The eldest lady promised that when you die, I will collect your body."

Youhun whispered: "Why does it sound like a love talk?"

"Yes, that swordsman is a pure-hearted person. My earlobes felt warm again immediately."

"Are you feeling aroused?"

Storytelling Soul: “Not yet.”

The following plot is very cliché, about the two people who quarreled along the way and worked together to solve a monster disaster. The swordsman was originally commissioned by the sect to eliminate the monster, but the eldest lady saw that it was heresy and did not allow it.

Finally, the two found out that there was someone behind the evil spirit, who deliberately used the evil spirit to cause trouble in order to gain benefits.

They fought together, went through adventures together, escaped death together, and trusted each other...naturally, they fell in love.

"Are they together?" Huanyi was fascinated and asked with bright eyes.

The few girls who looked like Hunhun nearby also had curious expressions on their faces.

The storyteller shook his head: "No."

"Ah——" "Why?" "They are so good, why don't they be together." There were wails one after another.

It can be seen that even the resentful soul, when listening to the story, has a heart that desires a happy ending.

"Why so many whys? One is a genius swordsman from the righteous immortal sect, and the other is the heir of the Yinhe Dao ghost clan. Do you think they can be together easily? The forces of both sides can be beaten into a mess. Unless the two of them elope, there is absolutely no hope." Qi Wu Yue poured a basin of cold water on him mercilessly.

Qi Wu Yue also listened with great interest, but it was a pity that he couldn't eat melon seeds in his spirit form, otherwise he would have eaten them while listening.

Huanyi has already gotten used to the boss's heart-wrenching words. The boss is knowledgeable and experienced, and he never hesitates to guess people's hearts with the greatest malice. He will definitely expose the dark side of the world to the sun for the world to see.

But they just started to support those girl-like Hunhuns, and they couldn't accept that the CP they supported was broken like this, and their eyes were immediately filled with tears.

"Wuwu, why can't they be together... I want them to be together!"

"I'd be willing to be lonely for two lifetimes before and after my death just to have them together!"

The soul telling the story glanced at the little soul who had made several of his listeners cry with a few words, "I beg you, please stop talking."

Then he quickly comforted the crying young ghost, "He is talking nonsense. Just listen to me."

Qi Wu Yue: ???

No one listens to the truth these days!

He crossed his arms and scoffed, glancing at the little girls who were crying loudly.

His mind was so simple that he always listened to stories with happy endings. No wonder he died at such a young age.

It's possible that he was killed by someone.