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The little bald man's complexion improved a bit: "Since you have a token, then follow me."

Mo Han nodded slightly, turned his head and said to the people behind him: "You wait for me here, and send Qi Shao to the room over there first." He pointed to a room with an open door, and there was no one there. .

It was only then that Xiaobald and Eleven noticed that there was a group of people behind Mo Hansheng, carrying a stretcher, and the people on the stretcher were tightly covered by a thin blanket.

The little bald head took Mo Hansheng to the backyard, and the stretcher was carried into the empty room, while the previous men in black were still standing upright in the yard, because of the presence of this group of bloody people, the others Even the sound of people walking has been softened a lot.

Eleven realized that he might be in another world, so he paid extra attention to the surrounding environment. He carefully looked at the person on the stretcher, and he couldn't help shaking his head at this sight.

This person's soul has entered the underworld, unless a god like his master and master orders the underworld to release him here, otherwise the medicine stone will not be solved, and the spell will be useless.

The Elang Ring suddenly became hot, as if something was about to rush out, he reached into the space in the ring to touch it, and unexpectedly found that it was the Kunlun Mirror of Lishan Mountain that was vibrating.

There were footsteps coming from the other side of the courtyard, and after a while, an old monk with white eyebrows and no beard came over following the little bald head and Mo Han's voice, holding the string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

Master Nuozhi walked into the room where the stretcher was, and after a while, there was a voice in the room:

"Master Nuozhi, can my Seventh Young Master be saved?"

"Amitabha, the life and soul of the benefactor of Chu has been destroyed, and he has entered reincarnation, and the old monk has no way to return to heaven."

"Master, think of a way..."

"If you don't turn back on the road to Huangquan, the soul of the benefactor Chu has passed the gate of hell. Forgive me for being helpless..."

Hearing the conversation in the room, several men in black became impatient again. The big man at the front couldn't hold back the first, stepped into the room and shouted harshly: "Aren't you an eminent monk? What are you talking about? No liar!"

The little bald head was furious: "A dead person is a dead person. No one will be able to save a dead person unless Hell Lord releases him! No matter how rude you are, don't blame me for kicking you out!"

"you……"

"Jiang Ping!" Mo Han stopped shouting, the big man raked his hair irritably, turned around the stretcher twice, his eyes were already red.

Mo Hansheng still didn't give up: "Master, you have to think of a way, my Seventh Young Master's body is still hot..."

"Amitabha, the King of Hades wants people to die at the third watch, who will keep them until the fifth watch..."

Including Mo Hansheng, the eyes of a group of big men inside and outside the house were all red, and some even sobbed.

It is common for people to suffer from old age, sickness and death, and they have seen many before the [-]th birthday, but for some reason, listening to the crying, his heart sank. He rubbed his heart and wrinkled The face continued to look.

Looking up again, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, only to see a ray of living soul appearing next to the body, circling around the body, as if he wanted to enter but couldn't find the door.

This person's soul has come back?

Eleven thought it was strange, but it is unknown if there are other rules in this otherworldly underworld. Perhaps it is possible that after this man went to Yincao, the judge found that his yang life was not over and sent him back to yang, so he immediately said: "Hey, he's back!"

All eyes fell on Feng Shiyi.

Eleven pointed to the living soul, and said to Master Nuozhi, "He's back, send him back!"

His words were nonsensical, and only Master Nuozhi could barely understand: "Little Daoist, do you mean that the soul of the benefactor Chu has returned? Amitabha, although I have no great talent, my heavenly eyes opened early. Is this soul still there? The old man can tell at a glance, little fellow daoist, don't lie—"

"You can't see it?" Eleven wondered, he walked into the room, pointed at the living soul and asked, "He's right here, can't you see it?"

The little bald head came over to hold him dissatisfied: "What are you causing trouble, get out quickly, it's none of your business here!"

But Mo Hansheng seemed to grasp the last straw: "Little brother, can you see the... soul of my Seventh Young Master?"

"Ah." Eleven nodded.

"Master Nuo Zhi can't even see it. How could you see it? You are a hundred-year-old little pheasant—" the little bald man blurted out anxiously. Fortunately, only Mo Hansheng and the big man were in the room. Knowing where the Celestial Masters Association is, I am not too surprised.

Mo Hansheng only focused on Feng Shishi: "Can you save my seventh young master?"

Eleven blinked: "This is very simple, the living soul is here, just cast a soul-returning curse."

Seeing that this old monk has more than a hundred years of cultivation, can't he even know such a simple mantra?

Master Nuo Zhi clasped his hands together, raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "Even if the living soul is here, the blood relatives of the benefactor of Chu are needed to personally pick him up and lead him back to his body. This little fellow Taoist, you should go out first. The parting of life and death is already a great pain. Why do you have to make fun of these benefactors..."

"I didn't play tricks on him," the old monk couldn't see well, and he didn't even know how to return the soul. Eleven felt pity, "If you don't, I'll teach you..."

"Hurry up and shut up!" The little bald head was about to grab the little pheasant's ears. Master Nuozhi is the vice president of their association and one of the best figures in Taoism in the world. !He pushed Eleven out the door.

Eleven pouted, and walked to the door aggrieved.

"Wait a minute!" Mo Hansheng suddenly said, and walked in front of Eleven, "Little brother, if you can really save my seventh young master, Mo will thank you very much!"

Thank you very much, Eleven's eyes lit up, he looked at the little bald head, Mo Han said: "Don't be afraid, even if you can't save it, it's none of your business, just try, no one here will embarrass you .”

"Alright then." Eleven walked to the stretcher, squatted down, and lifted the thin blanket covering the man's body, revealing the man's head and face.

Feng Shiyi has been surrounded by a group of good-looking people since he was a child. He randomly picked one from the Qinglong Temple, which one was not terribly handsome, but when he saw the person in front of him, he had to admit that this person was very good-looking. of.

Even if his eyes are closed and his face is pale at this moment, he can't hide his sword eyebrows flying and his nose hanging like a gall.

Eleven thought to himself, just looking at this supreme and noble face, he is not a short-lived person. It seems that there really was a mistake in the Underworld, and the soul of this person was returned.

With a wave of his sleeve, a yellow-bottomed talisman was held in his palm, and he took out the yin-yang touch pen—since he started to practice calligraphy, the little master gave this pen to him—the talisman paper automatically floated in mid-air, Because it was the beginning of night, the lights in this room hadn't been turned on yet, and people could barely see things indoors with the help of a little light in the courtyard. However, as soon as the talisman paper floated up, the whole room lit up with yellow light. That Master Nuo Zhi fixed his eyes on the pen in Feng Shishi's hand, and others couldn't see it, but he could recognize the green aura flowing out of the pen.

What is the origin of this little demon to possess the treasure of the fairy family?

Feng Shishi finished drawing the talisman with just two strokes of "唰唰唰", he put the pen into his sleeve, tapped the man's Tanzhong acupoint with one hand, and pasted the talisman paper on the man's forehead with the other, only to hear the boy reprimand: "Go back! "

The talisman actually completely sank into the man's forehead, and never disappeared again.

Master Nuozhi and the little bald head stared, Mo Hansheng and Jiang Ping also held their breath.

Chu Huaize woke up slowly under the eyes of everyone who were either surprised or looking forward to it.

He coughed violently at first, and Mo Hansheng and Jiang Ping hurried forward to help him up: "Seventh Young Master! Are you awake? How do you feel now?"

"Why am I here?" Chu Huaize frowned, his throat was astringent and sore, it was very difficult to speak, a dull pain in his head made him dizzy.

"Seventh Young Master, you were caught in a conspiracy. We sent you to the hospital. The hospital said you couldn't be saved, so we sent you to the Celestial Masters Association." Yi boy, "Thanks to this little brother for saving you!"

Chu Huaize looked over and couldn't help being stunned.

The young man was dressed in red clothes, warm and fiery, making his skin as white as ice and snow, looking at him with big bright eyes, with a naive expression... A boy, who looks like this...

Seeing that he was in a daze, the young man gave a friendly smile. When he smiled, his brows and eyes were slightly curved, and his thick eyelashes like crow wings fluttered gently, like a small fan scratching Chu Huaize's heart lightly.

Perhaps Chu Huaize's gaze was too blurred, Mo Han coughed lightly twice: "Seventh Young Master, can you go now?"

Chu Huaize came back to his senses, got up from the stretcher, walked up to Feng Shishi and stared at him: "My name is Chu Huaize, what do you call my little brother?"

"My name is Feng Shishi."

"Which Phoenix, which Eleven?"

"The phoenix of the phoenix is ​​the eleven of the number eleven."

Chu Huaize smiled: "I am the seventh in my family, and people close to me often call me Chu Qi. Could it be that you also have 11 brothers and sisters in your family?"

Eleven honestly said: "I have a little master and eight senior uncles. Originally, my master wanted to call me Feng Shi, but my little master is called Lu Jiu. In order to avoid his taboo, I gave myself a back row." place, so it is called eleven."

Everyone in the room: "..."

This name is chosen, Intuit is arbitrary.

"You can't repay your life-saving grace," Chu Huaize took a chain from his neck, the pendant was a watch, he turned his head and asked Mo Hansheng for a business card, he put the business card and watch chain together in the palm of his hand Solemnly handed it to Eleven, "The Chu family is willing to send for Eleven in the future, if you have any requirements, you can come to me."

Mo Hansheng and Jiang Ping were shocked: "Seventh Young Master!"

This watch was given by the head of the family, representing Chu Huaize's identity as the heir of the Tru Clan, how could he give it away at will, even if it was a life-saving favor, it would be too hasty to entrust the entire Tru Clan!

Eleven pursed his lips slightly, very dissatisfied, why is this different from what the little master said, shouldn't money be given after saving people?

What is a chain and a card?This man is so stingy!

Chu Huaize also became anxious, looking at the young man's appearance, he was actually unhappy. Also, such a child of ice and snow must not expect to repay his kindness. It is too philistine and blasphemy for him to speak like this.