Nine-Tailed Fox Feeding Manual

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300 years ago, the famous celestial master Lu Feici died in battle at the hands of the demon king. When he opened his eyes again, he transmigrated to a poor and useless psychic with blocked meridians in modern times.One rainy night, he picked up a little fox that was seriously injured and unconscious, and began an indescribable life of raising foxes... This article is a supernatural article set in an urban setting, where demons and ghosts coexist in a world full of dangers.Lu Feici, as a psychic who has been a man for two lifetimes, has gone through thousands of sails without changing his original intention. While returning to the top, he also subdued the legendary nine-tailed fox. It is worth reading.

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Chapter 1 Rebirth (1)┃Lu Feici's first task after rebirth is to make money to survive.

The sky showed a dark red color, and the blood stained Shili Yanhuipo red.

33 demon-subduing arrays, 99 psychic charms, still can't trap the king of all demons in front of him.

Corpses and stumps were spread all over the ground, and in this world, only the last person was still fighting.

Lu Feici hung down his bloody right hand, guessing that his shoulder blade had been shattered by the heavy blow just now.

He looked up at the huge black dragon in front of him. A monster of this level was no longer something he could deal with.

There is only one Ruyi Arrow left, and the reinforcements are not coming. If he wants to survive, he should evacuate immediately.

But he couldn't go, ten miles away was the densely populated Hengcheng.

The wounded and furious demon king swayed his tail, the ground cracked, and his anger became violent.

Lu Feici burned the last talisman, and the next moment, a huge shadow descended from his head!

The tail strike of the giant flood dragon is enough to crush a stubborn rock into powder, let alone a human body.

The severe pain of broken muscles and bones only lasted for a moment, and at the last moment, he seemed to hear the roar of a desperate beast...

Lu Feici woke up suddenly, sweating profusely.

The mottled and yellowed walls came into view, and the messy and dilapidated hut smelled damp and musty. This familiar smell reminded him that this was not Yanhuipo's Shura battlefield.

After calming down slightly, he turned his head to look at the calendar at the door——

It has been more than a month since I came to this strange era.

For more than a month, he still dreamed of the day he died from time to time.

In the dream, the celestial master was covered in blood, the sword in his hand, the bruised bone, and the last roar that seemed real and unreal, everything seemed to have happened yesterday.

Before that, he was also the direct disciple of the first celestial master, Yan Xingke, and the youngest "heavenly" level psychic in the world.

He should have died on the Yanhui Slope, in the duel with the Demon King, but somehow he survived, and came to the world 300 years later, living in a body that did not belong to him.

Rao is Lu Feici who has subdued demons and experienced countless strange things in his life, and it took him a while to reluctantly accept this fact.

His physical body had long been buried in the wild goose slope, but his soul floated into the present world, and attached to a young man in his early twenties in a chaotic time and space.

The sun has not yet risen, and the sky outside the window is overcast.

Lu Feici lifted the quilt, stood up and sat cross-legged, holding his body and guarding one's body, concentrating his mind and strength, and the weak spiritual energy slowly gathered in his dantian...

However, this drop of spiritual energy had just formed, before it had been running in his body for a week, it suddenly dissipated from his dantian like a deflated ball.

Sure enough, it still doesn't work...

Lu Feici opened his eyes and sighed helplessly.

He looked down at the palms of his hands. These hands once held the sharpest sword and formed the top formation, but now they can't even do the most basic energy gathering.

This is not because there is a problem with his cultivation method. Whether it was 300 years ago or today, the cultivation rules of this world have never changed.

The problem was the physical body he now lodged in.

For psychics, spiritual power can be cultivated, but the ability to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is innate.

This is the so-called innate talent, which affects a person's progress in practice and also determines the upper limit of a psychic's aptitude.

Ordinary psychics generally have three to five spiritual roots, and perverts like Lu Feici are born with twelve spiritual roots. At the age of only 20, they entered the "Heavenly" level and became the youngest celestial master at that time .

And now the aptitude of this body is also very rare - the meridians all over the body are blocked, there is only one spiritual root, which can almost meet the minimum standard of being a "psychic", and the ability to sense spiritual energy is extremely weak, and Lu Feici The previous life was simply two extremes.

The original owner of the body was named He Cong. He experienced a emotional injury more than a month ago. He didn't think about it for a while, so he turned around and jumped into the river, almost drowning.

After he was rescued, he developed a high fever for three consecutive days. Because he was alone, had no money, and could not get good medical treatment, his situation has been very poor.

Lu Feici came through soul transmigration under such conditions.

After relying on the neighbor Liu's grandma to take care of her intermittently for a month, she managed to recover from her illness.

When he first came to the present world, he thought that he had fallen into some evil spell, so that his soul would travel through and occupy someone else's body, so he tried to summon the soul for the original owner of this body.

But after this hard work, he discovered that he couldn't even gather his spiritual power, let alone use such advanced spells as summoning souls.

The reason for the rebirth is unclear, but life must go on.

Lu Feici has been in this strange world for more than a month in such a daze, and finally has a preliminary understanding of this era, and has to accept his new identity.

In just this moment, the sun has risen in the east.

City A is hot and humid in June, and it's time for short-sleeved shorts to be worn all over the world.

Lu Feici chose among the few clothes he had, and finally changed into a pure white T-shirt and a pair of light blue jeans that were washed white.

He took out two ten-yuan notes and a few steel coins from the change jar in the cabinet, and put them in his pocket, intending to use them for today's living expenses.

After everything was tidied up, Lu Feici opened the small broken wooden door that was already cracked and walked out of the house.

Turning around the corridor, Grandma Liu was already cooking porridge in front of the stove.

"Good morning, Grandma Liu." Lu Feici stepped forward to greet her.

He now lives in a dilapidated alley on the outskirts of the city. The alley has been in disrepair for a long time, and the house has long been dilapidated.

Like most people living here, he rents a small single room of less than ten square meters, and the stove, bathtub, and toilet are all shared.

The yellowed and blackened walls, the moss-covered corridors, the creaking floors, and the intermittently glowing electric lights all exude a stale and rotten atmosphere.

Most of the people in the alley are very poor and rely on the government's subsistence allowances, as is the case with Grandma Liu next door.

Her husband died young, and her son, daughter-in-law, and infant grandson all died in a car accident many years ago, leaving her alone and living here all these years.

And Lu Feici's current situation is not much better. He still doesn't know what relatives and friends "he" has in this world.

According to neighbors, He Cong seemed to be an orphan. When he moved here alone, he often didn't even have money for food, so he had to go to work hungry.

Grandma Liu was still kind-hearted. Seeing him pitiful, she would often send him a few bowls of porridge or something. The young man also knew how to repay her kindness, and often helped her move things and clean up. The taste of being dependent on each other between grandchildren.

When Lu Feici first came here, he was extremely weak, and spent most of his time lying on the bed, relying on Grandma Liu to send him food and drink to survive until now. I remember, but I still care about him very much.

The old lady with gray temples heard the voice and turned around with a smile: "I got up from you, come on, I made you millet porridge, today is your first day at work, eat more before leaving. "

Lu Feici took the porridge with both hands, and said with a light smile, "I'm just applying for a job, and they may not accept it."

No matter how the times change, people's needs for food, clothing, housing and transportation remain the same, and the issue of livelihood is always the top priority. Therefore, Lu Feici's first task after rebirth is to make money to survive.

In the past, as a celestial master, he was close to Taoism, received fierce ghosts, and eliminated great demons. Naturally, he didn't have to worry about money, but now, this has become the most urgent problem he needs to solve.

Now even though Lu Feici has countless ways to draw high-level spells in his mind, there is no room for him to use them.

Because whether it is drawing amulets or casting spells, spiritual support is required.

The more complex and advanced the spell, the more spiritual power it consumes, and now he can't even gather the spiritual energy, let alone subdue demons.

The matter of practice can be discussed in the long term, but the problem of food and clothing is imminent.

So after half a month in bed, Lu Feici began to look for some practical work intermittently.

Grandma Liu is nearly seventy years old, and it is really unreasonable for me to rely on her to take care of me here.

The day before yesterday, when he was looking for information in an Internet cafe, he accidentally saw a job posting. It was a full-time job in an antique shop. The content included looking at the shop, buying goods, and cleaning.

Although the salary is not high, but the job has no technical content, Lu Feici thinks he is still competent.

"No problem, who wouldn't accept such a handsome guy." Grandma Liu comforted him.

From now on, the only advantage He can put on the table is this face.

It's not that he looks amazing, but that he looks handsome and handsome.

Lu Feici smiled lightly and shook his head: "With your good words, if I am really hired, I will take you to have a good meal and buy two clothes after I get paid."

If anyone in this world treats him sincerely, it is only Grandma Liu.

For more than a month, I took care of her wholeheartedly, caring and patiently, without asking for anything in return, just like my master in the previous life.

Thinking of this, Lu Feici paused his hand holding the bowl, and silently lowered his eyes.

I don't know how sad my master must be after the news of my death in Yanhuipo came back...

"Don't, don't, I have old arms and legs, and I can't make a fuss about it. What can I do with my wronged money?" Grandma Liu shook her head after hearing this, and reached out to pat Lu Feici's forearm, "You keep it for yourself. Just some new clothes."

The summer dawns early, and during the conversation, people in the alley woke up one after another.

The door was pushed open one after another, Lu Feici put away his smile, drank the porridge in the bowl in one go, nodded to Grandma Liu, and planned to leave.

After walking a few steps, I bumped into a neighbor who was carrying a washbasin to wash up.

Seeing Lu Feici, the other party frowned unsurprisingly, pursed his lips, and walked around deliberately avoiding him.

Lu Feici continued to walk forward with his usual expression.

Neighbors generally criticized him. As for the reason, it started with the incident of him throwing himself into the river more than a month ago because of his love.

The object of "my" love is a bit special - it is a man, and it is said that he is also a powerful psychic.

That's right, the owner of this body was originally a Duanxiu.

In the eyes of the people in the alley, it is useless enough for a big man to throw himself into the river because of the hurt of love, not to mention that the target is a psychic of the same sex, which makes them laugh at He Zhi, "the toad wants to eat swan meat".

In addition, most of the neighbors can't understand Lu Feici's spending a month lying in bed eating rice, and relying on Grandma Liu, an old lady who is nearly [-] years old, to take care of him, so they hate him more and more.

Fortunately, this kind of disgust is only manifested in the alienation of him, and Lu Feici originally likes to be clean, so he doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.

He strode out of the alley.

The location of the application was located in the south of the city, while Lu Feici lived in a remote suburb, and walked for nearly 10 minutes before coming across the first bus stop.

After bumping in the car for more than half an hour, the bustling downtown area of ​​the city finally unfolded in front of my eyes.

There are high-rise buildings in the distance, and there are small shops nearby. The streets are crowded with people and vehicles on the road.

Although he has worked hard to get in touch with the era 300 years later and learned all kinds of knowledge through the small Internet cafe next door, all kinds of developments in this world still impact his cognition again and again, which makes him amazed .

"No. 178, Baihua Street, Ye You Grass Antique Shop..."

After getting out of the car, Lu Feici looked down at the address he wrote down on the note, and began to look for the house number along the street.

The name of this store is quite interesting. Generally, antique shops have names like "Jubaozhai" and "Gujinyuan", but it uses a word from the Book of Songs.

There are vines in the wild, with zero dew.There is a beautiful person, as graceful as Qingyang.Meet each other, and live together with your son.

I think the owner of this antique shop is also a romantic person.

Baihua Street is a quiet small street, the surrounding greenery is quite good, there is a large area of ​​grass, shaded by trees, the warm wind blows, and the fragrance of the grass and trees blows in your face.

There are shops, bookstores, and cafes on both sides of the road. Old people doing morning exercises pass by from time to time, and the atmosphere is peaceful.

"No. 322...here." Lu Feici stopped.

What appeared in front of me was a small shop with a small facade and retro shape. The sign at the door said "Wild and vine grass" in big characters.

The door of the store is made of colored glaze, and the morning light shines on the door, brilliance and brilliance.

"Eh?" Lu Feici stared at the unique glazed door, and suddenly frowned.

All kinds of colored glazes on the door were pieced together to form a circle of abstract lines, which seemed chaotic, but Lu Feici felt a little familiar from it.

This texture seems to have been seen somewhere...

But where have you seen it?

He stood in front of the door and thought for a while, at this moment, with a "squeak", the glazed door was pushed open.

A man in his 30s was half leaning against the door of the store, with a natural upward curve on his lips: "Little gentleman, I see you have been staring outside the store for a long time—do you need any help?"

Chapter 2 Rebirth in the present world (2) ┃The so-called psychic, who connects the spiritual veins of the heaven and the earth, gathers the aura of the universe, subdues demons and eliminates demons, catches ghosts and monsters, and keeps the world safe and peaceful.

The man had a pair of bright and penetrating peach blossom eyes, a face with a natural smile, broken hair reaching his shoulders, and a handsome appearance. The upturned corners of his mouth revealed a hint of cynicism, but the green beard on his chin was slightly sloppy.

He was wearing a light brown shirt, the first two buttons were not buttoned properly, his hair was a little messy, and there was still a faint smell of alcohol and tobacco floating on his body.

Lu Feici was slightly taken aback, and said, "Hi, I'm here to apply for the job."

"Apply?" The man touched his chin, his eyes were a little lazy and blurred, as if he had just woken up not long ago, and he seemed to be remembering where he came from.

"Oh, by the way, you're the guy who applied online, right? Look at my memory." The owner of the antique shop said, turning sideways to make way, "Come in."

It was only after entering the store that Lu Feici realized that although the storefront of the antique store was small, it was full of secrets inside.

The interior is well-decorated and has a lot of space, but it's not bright because the sun can't come in.

But the lighting is soft and not too dark.

There are several rows of two or three-meter-high shelves in the store. There are all kinds of antique books on the shelves. There are also boxes, large and small, piled up in the corners, which is a bit messy. I think the owner of the store doesn't like to clean up.

The owner of the antique shop brought Lu Feici to a small table, pulled out a chair and sat on it.

"Sit down too, what's your name?" His voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up from a dream, and his words were slightly slurred.

"Why?" Lu Feici followed the original name of the body.

The man sized him up: "Twenty?"

"21."

When Lu Feici died in his previous life, he was twenty-four, and his age was not much different from his current age, so when he reported this age, he didn't feel that it was too inconsistent.

"Tsk, you're so young." The owner of the antique shop smiled, reached out to reach for the cigarette case on the corner of the table, and when he was halfway there, he suddenly remembered something, raised his eyes and asked, "Do you mind if I smoke?"

Lu Feici shook his head.

The entire antique shop was filled with a faint smell of smoke, which was left over from long-term accumulation. It seemed that the man had a lot of cigarette addiction.

So even though he didn't like the smell of cigarettes very much, he didn't say it directly.He didn't think at all that a boss who likes to smoke will hire an employee who minds his smoking.

"My name is Qiu Xing." The man lit a cigarette and asked casually, "I see you just stood at the door for a long time, what are you looking at?"

Lu Feici was silent for a while, then shook his head: "It's nothing, your shop is very beautiful."

He still couldn't remember what the pattern on the glazed door looked like, or maybe he was just being paranoid.He has seen too many strange patterns in the past, and it is not surprising that occasionally a few of them collided with the same patterns in his memory.

The owner of the antique shop turned his eyes around him, smiled noncommittally, and started talking about business.

"My job here is actually nothing. It's just helping to look at the store, running errands, and occasionally buying something. I seem to post the specific content on the Internet, right? Usually there are not many customers in the store, and it is quite leisurely. The salary is It’s not too high, if you don’t mind, it’s done.”

The required working hours for the antique shop are from 2800:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm every day, only lunch is included, accommodation is not included, and the monthly salary is [-] yuan, which is not enough in a big city like City A. No wonder no one has been applying for the job.

However, according to the owner of the shop, the workload of this job is not heavy, and there are no special requirements. It is nothing more than helping with chores, and it is impossible to offer a high salary.

Lu Feici carefully calculated the current living expenses. The monthly rent for a single room in the alley is 800 yuan, and it costs [-] to [-] yuan a month if you eat less, and [-] less if you eat better. Transportation, water and electricity , Internet cafes, the total cost does not exceed [-] yuan, and the consumption of daily necessities is not large, so as long as he does not get sick or injured, does not buy extra clothes or shoes, and does not participate in any entertainment activities, then the salary of [-] yuan is enough to maintain basic income. live.

For Lu Feici, this is enough.His immediate priority is to find a job, and he will just pay for the rent and meals for the past few months.

As for the future, we have to plan slowly.

He doesn't intend to give up the way of psychics. Although he is not talented now, he still has past knowledge in his mind, and everything can be started from scratch.

Thinking of this, Lu Feici nodded: "Okay. Then when will I come to work?"

Qiu Xing said: "If you want, you can start working right away. Today is the first day, and I can let you off work early."

As he said, he turned his hand and put out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, looked up and smiled at Lu Feici: "I don't think you like the smell of cigarettes, it's okay, I'm not a big smoker, what do you think?" Just say it."

Lu Feici was taken aback, he didn't even make a superfluous expression, how did the man see that he didn't like the smell of cigarettes?

The owner of the antique shop got up and clapped his hands, pointed to a tan cardboard box in the corner and said, "It contains some ancient books that I just picked up not long ago, can you sort them out for me?"

Thus, Lu Feici started his first official job after coming to this world.

The workload of sorting out ancient books is not big, just put them on the bookshelf by category.

In the process of sorting out, he found that there are quite a lot of books in this store, and there are many kinds.There are all kinds of classics, official history and unofficial history, gossip about ghosts and goblins.

However, it is said to be an "ancient book", most of which were written after his death.

Lu Feici took out the books one by one from the box and put them on the shelf.

At this moment, he suddenly saw another type of books on the bookshelf beside him——

"A Brief History of Psychicism", "36 Juxtapositions of Exorcising Demons", "Tianshu Fu Yaolu", etc., all kinds of books related to psychicism are full of rows.

Lu Feici looked at the bookshelf here eagerly. He doesn't have many hobbies on weekdays, and reading is one of them, not to mention the books he is interested in.

He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and called, "Boss."

"Huh?" The man had just finished his breakfast, and was leaning against the window to read the newspaper. When he heard his newly hired employee calling him clearly and crisply, he turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"These books," Lu Feici pointed, "Can I read them?"

"Hey, I don't see that you are quite motivated." Qiu Xing said, scanning the bookshelf, "Which book did you fancy?"

Lu Feici said: "Just looking at it casually, there are several books I like."

"Hmm..." The man casually opened a can of beer, raised his head and took a sip, then stretched out his finger and said, "From here to here, you can read the books on these four rows of bookshelves. But be careful, Some of the books inside are old and will fall apart when you touch them, so don't break them."

It was an unexpected surprise that Lu Feici did not expect to suddenly open up the borrowing rights of four rows of bookshelves.

He was in a good mood, and even picked up his things with a brisk pace.

Lu Feici found that this job was more leisurely than imagined.

Because the whole morning, only one customer entered the store, and he left without buying anything.This made Lu Feici wonder, is this antique shop really profitable?

The owner of the antique shop seemed to see his doubts, and said with a joke: "Don't worry, in our business, selling a big treasure is enough to last a year and a half, and I guarantee you can afford your salary."

Lu Feici smiled sheepishly, and at the same time was a little surprised at the insight of the owner of the antique shop.

There were no guests to entertain, so Lu Feici spent the rest of the time reading quietly beside the bookshelf.

He has the ability to see ten lines at a glance since he was a child, and he has a good memory. Although he does not have a photographic memory, he will basically have an impression of everything he has seen.

This ability seems to have extended to this body as well, so in just one afternoon, he has already gnawed into hundreds of pages of books.

The book I'm reading right now is called "A Hundred Years of Spiritualism Changes", which talks about the development and changes of spiritism in the past hundred years.

After reading carefully, Lu Feici found that the basic methods of cultivation and the basic means of subduing demons are still in line with his own period, and there has not been any fundamental change.

It's just that due to the rapid development of modern science and technology, there are more modern elements that keep pace with the times.

For example, the cinnabar yellow paper used for drawing symbols is no longer limited to a single type, and the materials of ritual instruments are becoming more and more diversified.However, spells such as speed-moving charms and lighting charms have basically been eliminated by the times. Modern psychics drive cars and ride motorcycles, and there are many alternative tools.

As for the current hierarchy of psychics, it is the same as it was 300 years ago. It is still divided into four levels according to their abilities: "Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang", and each level is further divided into upper, middle, and lower.

A psychic who has cultivated to the "Heavenly" level can be awarded the title of "Heavenly Master".They are the best at the top of the pyramid, each of them is famous and has the ability to fight against the guardian level demon.

After an afternoon of reading, Lu Feici was somewhat more satisfied with his work.

Although the salary is not high, it is enough for emergencies, and the leisure is more expensive, and there are still these four shelves of books for him to read.

Many of the materials recorded in ancient books cannot be found in Internet cafes, and he prefers the texture of paper books rather than reading electronic documents on the Internet, which is comfortable to read.

Lu Feici was fascinated by it, even the benefit of "getting off work early" was not considered a benefit when it came to him, and he sat in a daze until the red sun was setting.

The clock struck six o'clock slowly, but he didn't pay attention.

"Are you addicted to watching?" Qiu Xing suddenly appeared behind Lu Feici with a half-can of beer.

Lu Feici was slightly startled, and subconsciously closed the book.

He didn't even notice a big living person approaching him. He didn't know whether it was because his sensory sensitivity was too poor or the shopkeeper's walking voice was too soft.

Qiu Xing leaned against the bookshelf, glanced at the cover of the book in his hand: ""Spiritualism: A Hundred Years of Transformation"?"

He paused, his dark eyes turned to Lu Feici unhurriedly, and asked with a half-smile, "Are you interested in psychic art?"

The existence of psychics is no longer a secret. In the world, demons, demons, ghosts, and monsters coexist in the world, hiding in dark corners that people cannot see.

The so-called psychic, who connects the spiritual veins of the heaven and the earth, gathers the spiritual energy of the universe, subdues demons, eliminates demons, catches ghosts, and subdue monsters, so as to ensure the stability of the world and the peace of the world.

However, even if the existence is well known to people, psychics are still a rare product. There are not many people who are born with spiritual roots, and Lu Feici has no intention of exposing himself to cause trouble.

Therefore, facing the question from the owner of the antique shop, he just nodded in a calm tone: "Well, I'm quite interested. But it's just a casual look."

Qiu Xing didn't say anything else, raised his hand and drank a couple of sips of wine before saying: "It's getting late, let's come back tomorrow."

"Okay." Lu Feici stood up, although he was a little bit reluctant, he put the book back on the shelf neatly.

He looked up at the owner of the antique shop who changed his life to alcohol after pinching his cigarette. He couldn't help frowning slightly, hesitated for a while, and finally persuaded: "Boss, alcohol and tobacco hurt your health."

The man opened at least five or six cans of beer today, and drank two glasses of white at noon, but he never felt drunk, and his alcohol capacity was amazing.

"Indeed." Qiu Xing smiled nonchalantly, shook the wine bottle in his hand and said, "So children should not learn."

Lu Feici: "..."

He came through 300 years, and he was beaten as a "child" before he considered himself a centenarian.

When leaving the antique shop, Lu Feici looked back at the glazed door again.

He never thought of what the pattern on the door was similar to, so he couldn't help but suspect that he was overthinking, maybe it was just an ordinary abstract painting.

He walked along Baihua Street for a while, and finally found a bun shop on the corner of the street, went in and bought a few steamed buns and two vegetarian buns for dinner.

It takes about an hour and a half to drive back to the outskirts of the city. By the time I got off the bus, it was almost 07:30.

The night wind is blowing towards the face, and the summer evening wind brings a touch of coolness and warmth, which is very pleasant.

Suddenly, Lu Feici felt a chill all over, and an instinctive sense of urgency for a crisis arose spontaneously!

The wind is blowing from the ground, and the Yin Qi is getting stronger.

He was startled, he probably bumped into a brat!

Chapter 3 Rebirth (3) ┃It is true that he is not a broken sleeve, but the original owner of this body is, and the object of admiration has appeared in front of his eyes.

Lu Feici looked around vigilantly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a white shadow floating towards him.

That white shadow was wrapped in a cloud of sinister and hostile energy, and there was blood floating around him, it was actually a fierce ghost!

Most of the ghosts have nothing to do with people, but not the ghosts.

When they die, their resentment is too heavy to be eliminated, and they will turn into ghosts after death, killing people.

Before he had time to think about it, Lu Feici made a decisive choice - run!

With his current level of cultivation, he has no chance of winning in the face of demons, demons, ghosts, and monsters.

If you resist hard, [-]% will be sucked dry.

He ran all the way, and the ghost behind him let out a sharp female voice, laughing and crying, extremely shrill.

The female ghost chased after her, and the cold wind made Lu Feici tremble.

Lu Feici secretly thought something was wrong, when ordinary ghosts transform into ghosts, they are still not used to their own form, and their speed will be slower.

But this female ghost has been wandering around the world for an unknown amount of time, and she runs faster than humans!

As the capital city of Province S, City A has always had good law and order?

Why does this kind of "old fritters" appear?

Seeing that the distance between a person and a ghost is gradually shrinking, Lu Feici frowned, thinking quickly about countermeasures.

Now that I lack spiritual power, it is impossible to confront directly. I can only use foreign objects to weaken the ghost and buy myself time to escape.

But he doesn't have a magic weapon, the only thing in his body that can restrain the female ghost is...

Lu Feici took a deep breath, put the tip of his index finger into his mouth, and bit it hard!

"hiss……"

Beads of blood came out from the fingertips, Lu Feici suddenly stamped his feet, turned around and pointed towards the ghost!

Ghosts are afraid of filth, afraid of sunlight, and even more afraid of man's masculine blood.

Although this female ghost is a fierce ghost, she is only as good as a ghost soldier, and the blood will make it somewhat afraid.

But blood is not enough...

As soon as Lu Feici made a move, he heard the scream of the ghost, which made people's eardrums hurt.

A sharp stabbing pain came from his fingertips, he gritted his teeth and quickly drew a strange-looking fixing spell.

This is one of the "Duwei Twelve Talismans" researched by the great celestial master Sikong Du hundreds of years ago. This series of spells has a characteristic, that is, it consumes less spiritual power, and with a meager force, it is easy to draw and draw. It takes too much effort.

In the current situation where Lu Feici does not have "four liang" at present, it is necessary to use it in conjunction with "bloodletting" to see any effect.

Sure enough, the moment the spell was completed, the female ghost's movements immediately slowed down, as if frozen.

Lu Feici silently withdrew his hand.He knew that his blood could only stabilize the ghost for a period of time, and could not really hurt it, so it was the best policy to evacuate as soon as possible.

But when he looked up to see the situation of the female ghost, he was startled again.

The ghost in front of him shrank and trembled, not only as if he was restrained by the blood talisman.

Lu Feici frowned, his blood was no better than those eminent monks, so it wouldn't make him scared like this, right?

The next moment, he understood why.

A golden talisman suddenly descended from the sky, and behind him, a strange and calm male voice sounded: "The sun rises in the east, and all ghosts retreat!"

As soon as the words fell, the curse talisman exploded in the air, and there was a golden light for a moment, like the sun rising in the east.

The female ghost screamed under the golden light, but couldn't move.

Lu Feici turned his head and saw a tall and tall man walking out under the bright moonlight.

The man had a handsome face, sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes. He looked not much older than Lu Feici. He was wrapped in a black windbreaker and blended into the night.

The visitor held a glistening white jade gourd in his left hand, pointed at the ghost in the air with his right hand and shouted: "Take it!"

A golden light flashed across the fingertips, and with a shrill scream, the female ghost turned into a stream of white smoke and was put into the bottle.

The man quickly took out a sealing talisman, activated it with aura, and stuck it on the mouth of the bottle. The whole set of movements was done in one go.

For a few moments, Lu Feici watched from the sidelines and nodded almost invisibly.

The psychic who appeared suddenly was very young, about 23 or [-] years old, but his brows were slightly frowned, and his seriousness made him look a lot older.

The body of the white jade gourd bottle he was holding was crystal clear and densely engraved with seal runes. It was regarded as a color, and it was regarded as a superior magic weapon. However, it had been used for too long, and a few tiny black lines appeared on the body of the bottle...

Besides, although the level of the ghost is not high, it is not an ordinary little ghost after all. It only takes a few seconds for the man to subdue it with one blow. At least one must have a cultivation level of Xuan level to do it. Considering the age of the man, it is already quite good.

The appearance of the strange man completely helped Lu Feici get out of danger, so Lu Feici bowed to him politely: "My dear friend, thank you for your help."

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly turned his head when he heard the words, staring straight at Lu Feici with his ice-like black eyes, and his thick sword-like eyebrows frowned even deeper, those eyes were definitely not friendly.

Lu Feici was taken aback by the look, and before he understood where this unfriendly look came from, he heard the man say coldly, "You're not dead?"

Lu Feici's heart skipped a beat, did he meet someone he knew?

No way, I have been here for more than a month, and found that the original owner of the body has almost no friends, how can I run into acquaintances on the road now?

What's more, the other party is a psychic who doesn't fit in with He Cong's down-and-out painting style. How did they know each other?

Psychic has been a relatively rare occupation since ancient times, so when the neighbors in the neighborhood learned that "I", a poor ghost, actually fell in love with a psychic, they would laugh at his wishful thinking...

and many more!

Fall in love with a psychic! ?

There was a loud bang in Lu Feici's head, and the neighbors began to talk——

"Have you heard? Why is there a gay man next door, this time I jumped into the river for a man!"

"Not only that, let me tell you, I once saw him blocked by a few psychics at the entrance of an alley, and told him not to pester their senior brother anymore."

"Psychic? True or false, how do you know?"

"I saw it with my own eyes! He Cong's body was hoisted to the