Stop teasing ghosts when you're fighting

Xie Jing was a little tired, he sniffed the faint fragrance of jasmine on Shen Cheng's body, and fell asleep.

Shen Cheng brought the soul sac in his hand in front of his eyes, and wanted to open it, but put it back into his cuff.

Forget it, let him enter the country after he wakes up this time.

Shen Cheng turned his body sideways, the pain in his chest made him unable to help but gasp.

My heart is crushed...

In a daze, Shen Cheng felt some slight pain spreading from his chest, although it was a little painful, but fortunately, when he woke up again, the wound had been properly healed by someone with a cloth.

Xie Jing was facing away from him, holding a little wolf cub in his hand to play with it.

Shen Cheng stood up and walked behind him: "Are you recovered?"

Hearing the sound, Xie Jing turned her head and saw that it was Shen Cheng. She quickly put the wolf cub on the ground, pulled Shen Cheng's sleeve to make him sit down, and said in a reproachful tone, "Are you well? You suffered such a serious injury. , and don't pay attention?"

"It's just leaving some blood." Shen Cheng said lightly, and when he looked up, he saw Xie Jing lowering his eyes, hiding his expression perfectly.

Xie Jing said, "Do you think it's fun to joke around?"

Shen Cheng was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why he said that suddenly.

Xie Jing said again: "Do you know that I thought you were dead?"

It turned out that the kid was still thinking about what happened just now.

Shen Cheng thought about this and sighed: "In order for it to show up, I have to do this."

"So you are using me again. In order to achieve your goal, you are using my sympathy. How are you sure, Shen Cheng, that I will be so merciful to someone who I have only known for a day or two?!" Xie Jing The voice was tinged with anger.

Shen Cheng didn't answer, Xie Jing chuckled, and shook the things in his hand: "It's for this."

Shen Cheng's pupils shrank, and he wanted to reach out to grab it, but Xie Jing dodged it.

Xie Jing said: "The first time you used me regardless of my life, this time you used me regardless of my conscience, am I just a container in your eyes, a container for these souls!!"

Xie Jing threw the pouch on the ground in a hurry, Shen Cheng immediately picked it up and hugged it in his arms, and took the dust off it very cherishingly.

"Xie Jing, don't make trouble!"

Shen Cheng was about to scold him a few more words, when he saw this man pursed his lips a little bit aggrievedly, although he suppressed it forcefully, he still showed flaws on his face.

Shen Cheng lowered his eyes, and said in a gentle tone: "Sorry, I made the decision without permission, and you don't have to care about it. I'm a cursed person, and my own knife is useless to me."

No matter how many times he commits suicide, he will come back to life, just like now he feels that his wound has healed more than half.

Xie Jing didn't say anything, and grabbed the pouch from Shen Cheng's hand again, and opened it.

"Xie Jing, what are you doing—"

The souls flew out of the pouch, Xie Jing grabbed them with bare hands and swallowed them all.

Xie Jing: "You brought me here, didn't you just want this effect?"

Xie Jing gave a wry smile, and then felt a blur in front of his eyes and a pain in his heart as if being torn apart. He accidentally fell to the ground.

what happened?Why do I feel so uncomfortable, so painful.

The scene in front of him changed, and Xie Jing felt that he was in the crowd. He stood on tiptoe to breathe, but it didn't work at all. He could only squeeze out of the crowd desperately, which made his breathing much easier .

Xie Jing took a few deep breaths, and after recovering, he looked at the crowd behind him, and was a little taken aback: No, why did he meet them? Could it be because he sucked too many souls?

"Kill him! Kill him with a sword!!" Suddenly a roar came from the crowd.

Xie Jing didn't have time to think about it, so he took a few breaths and squeezed in again. He didn't want to get out of this illusion without getting anything. He was really curious about what the ghost king looked like.

Xie Jing squeezed hard and almost fell off the fence. Most of his body was outside the fence. If it weren't for the heavy traffic that pressed his legs tightly, he would have fallen headfirst to the ground.

Xie Jing finally stepped back and stood behind the fence. He looked down the stage and saw two men in black, fighting with a sword in their hand. Xie Jing looked around and finally It is to understand that he is now in the arena, which is exactly the same as the ancient tomb.

Did that soul also appear in it?

Xie Jing was thinking about it, and there was loud applause from the entire arena, and one of the men in black directly gouged out the eyes of the other, and with a big wave of the man's hand, two eyeballs fell on Xie Jing At the foot of Xie Jing, before Xie Jing could react, the people behind rushed up and snatched the things under his feet.

"this is mine!"

"Fart, I grabbed it first, get the hell out of here!"

The bloody eyeball was snatched by them, their hands were covered with blood, and finally the eyeball was snatched by one person.

"It's really beautiful. These two eyeballs are worth a lot."

Xie Jing watched the man hold his eyeballs and put them under the sunlight to watch carefully. He couldn't help it, and retched while laying on the fence.

Who are these people and why are they interested in these bloody things.

Before Xie Jing could react, there was another cheer coming from the fence under him.

"Hurry up, everyone, hurry up—"

"This is a lot, why don't we share it among ourselves?"

Listening to the enthusiastic discussion of the people below, Xie Jing trembled all over, his eyes touched the corpse on the ground, the corpse was already devastated.

It was all emptied, and there was nothing left but a skin.

Xie Jing felt dizzy, he stroked the fence and closed his eyes to relax, then rushed out of the crowd again.

Forget it, don't read it, let's find out if there is a man with red eyes here.

Seeing the scene just now, Xie Jing no longer dared to look at the arena anymore. He tried his best to avoid his eyes and shuttled through the crowd. He circled and circled, but found nothing.

At this time, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, Xie Jing felt that the atmosphere was a bit subtle, and immediately stopped in her tracks, and froze in place.

What's going on here?

"Scrooge!" a person next to him muttered in a low voice.

Xie Jing moved to his side: "Master, why is the audience suddenly quiet?"

The man suppressed his voice and said angrily: "Who are you calling him! Why are you so unruly, you are a person in the market?"

Xie Jing looked at him wearing a loose long robe, with his hair sticking up with a long hairpin, and immediately understood what was going on: "I brought it here with permission from my master, and I never thought that I would offend this young master."

"Brought in?" The man frowned and looked at him.

Xie Jing replied politely: "Yes, my master is sitting opposite."

There was indeed a row of people in Chinese clothes sitting opposite, Xie Jing knew that those people were high and powerful without thinking. Although the person in front of him was not badly dressed, there was always a difference between sitting and standing.

The man didn't bother with him either: "As a slave, I can't control my mouth. Today, Mr. Ben is in a good mood, so I won't cut off your tongue."

After the man finished speaking, he looked at the person below: "It's really boring."

Hearing what he said, Xie Jing squinted his eyes and looked down from above, and saw a man standing next to a corpse, and the dead man had no wounds on his body except for some blood on his neck.

It turned out to be a fatal blow! !

The man patted Xie Jing: "What? Are you also disappointed? It's not easy to be brought in by the master. It seems that you have to return empty-handed."

Xie Jing said with a confused face: "What does this mean?"

The man rolled his eyes: "Did you grab some chips?"

chips?Xie Jing froze for a moment, then tried to speak: "Those eyes..."

"Otherwise." The man said impatiently this time.

"It's impossible for you kid to not know that this person's organ is a bargaining chip, it is a good thing that can be exchanged for gold and silver treasures after the end."

Xie Jing smiled awkwardly, but her back couldn't help but feel chills.

The man started talking to himself: "The people in the audience are really arrogant, they kill us with one blow, and they don't give us judges any sweetness, tsk, it's really annoying."

Xie Jing looked down and saw that the man who had been scolded so badly was wiping his sword expressionlessly, with a somewhat haughty look on his face.

"Win—"

As soon as the sound was heard, there was the sound of rumbling drums. The man straightened his back, clasped his fists in a salute, and stepped off the stage as usual amidst the sound of gongs and drums.

This person is really extraordinary...

Just as Xie Jing finished sighing, his eyes went dark again, and when it lit up again, Shen Cheng's face was close in front of his eyes.

"you……"

"I didn't find him."

Before Shen Cheng could finish speaking, Xie Jing immediately replied, he got up and came to the fence, and hugged the little wolf cub in his arms.

Seeing that his expression was normal, Shen Cheng slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that there are no side effects this time...

Xie Jing walked over with the wolf cub in her arms, and explained to him without waiting for him to ask: "I saw an arena and a man, is this man that ghost?"

Shen Cheng shook his head: "It's not that ghost. All the ghosts raised here depend on the owner of the tomb to survive. The owner of the tomb injects his own memory into their minds. As long as the soul of the owner of the tomb is still there, they can live. What you saw That person is probably the owner of this tomb."

Xie Jing nodded clearly, and then asked: "How should we go next?"

"Go from there." Shen Cheng pointed to a door, Xie Jing raised her foot and walked over there.

Shen Cheng also followed: "Aren't you afraid this time?"

Xie Jing turned around and looked at him and said, "You can risk your life, what else will happen to me?"

After finishing speaking, Xie Jing stepped into the door, and as soon as the two of them went out, they snapped their fingers, and the arena was once again plunged into darkness.

In the hall of Mingtang, Yang Qian had been standing in front of the mural for a long time, and Fu Le also looked around, but found that there was no exit here, so he also looked at the mural, trying to find some clues from it.

The murals were vividly carved, and the painting he was looking at was the life of the soldiers in the barracks, except for some basic ones, there were also pictures of military prostitutes.

On the wallpaper, I saw a beautiful woman kneeling on the ground with her shoulders half exposed, while the man she was going to serve was standing with his back behind his back, as if he was not interested at all.

Seeing this, Fu Le averted his eyes somewhat dejectedly. He walked to the other mural and stood up, but he couldn't forget the portrait for a long time in his heart. He remembered the things in his life, and those things were a lifetime of shame to him.