I'm not a demon

Although the old man is a widowed old man, other people in the village donated a little money to prepare a coffin for him.

The coffin is not good, but it is also the wishes of the villagers.The dark red coffin was placed on two benches. Rural funerals have a particular point, that is, the coffin cannot be placed directly on the ground. If a small animal passes by the corpse and accidentally breathes on the corpse, the corpse Will cheat.

This is not only important in rural areas, but almost all the elderly people know it. Xiaohu casually popularized this knowledge, and finally said: "Do you remember the cat-faced old lady incident in [-]? That old lady was placed directly on the coffin on the ground, and then Only when you get offended by the cat road next door will you cheat the corpse."

Several people still knew about this incident, and they nodded and discussed various supernatural events. It was still daytime, and they didn't think there was anything wrong with guarding the coffin.On the contrary, the villagers in the village heard that the corpses would disappear strangely frequently in the past month, and some dared not approach this side, but this is also good, a few people talk more casually, and all kinds of metaphysics, gossip formations, magic weapons, etc. again.

The old people in the village knew that Ning Qingming was a master, and they were very relieved that they were alone here, and they prepared lunch for them at noon.

The lunch is not rich, it is just an ordinary farm meal, but the family conditions in this village are not very good, it is not bad to have a farm meal.

Ning Qingming and the others ate separately, and nothing happened after the meal. Ning Qingming was the last to finish eating. When he finished eating, he took out a few red notes and put them on the table.

They were eating at the village chief's house, and when the village chief saw him taking out the money, he quickly refused: "You are so polite, those guys have already paid for it just now! It's just a meal..." The village was so anxious that its face turned pale. It's red, it's just a meal, no need to pay!

"Accept it." Ning Qingming smiled, "Chinese New Year is coming soon, there are old people or children living alone in the village, let's buy something for them."

The village was startled, and rubbed its hands in embarrassment: "Even so, I can't take your money..."

Ning Qingming smiled at the curved eyes, and said again: "Take it."

The village chief had no choice but to accept it. He looked at Ning Qingming's back and sighed: "Good people, the few who came this time are all good people."

"Boss, you're back." Yu Buran gnawed on the persimmons he bought outside, and sat inside the room.

Ning Qingming responded, and then walked into the room. Several people in the room were sitting on four benches, chatting and paying attention to the old man in the coffin.

Master He sat with Ozawa, and Deputy Bureau Zhang sat with another person.Yu Buran and Xiaohu sat together and muttered, looking at Dahei from time to time.Dahei sat on the chair alone with his back straight, ignoring the eyes of the two of them, Ning Qingming laughed, and walked to Dahei's side to sit with Dahei.

Then several people began to blow each other in all directions again, and it was getting late when they were blowing, and they also hurriedly resolved it during dinner, and then stared at the coffin together in the room.

The person Zhang Deputy Bureau brought was Jiang Kai, who just joined the Monster Bureau to work. It is said that he has a special telepathy for ghosts and the like.

Master He and Ozawa were very surprised, but just a few monsters are enough, why didn't they feel that the whole room was full of monsters?

Jiang Kai is bold and careful, and like Xiaohu, he likes to tell ghost stories. He and Xiaohu listened to the stories one after another, and several people couldn't take their eyes off them. In the end, the topic came to Yuanshi Tianzun.

Ozawa was the one who started the topic, and he asked, "Do you all believe in the existence of those ancient gods?"

"You don't believe it?" Jiang Kai was a little surprised, "Aren't you a master?"

Ozawa scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "I feel that the ancient gods and so on should be fake, and those are all in the fairy tales, so they shouldn't exist now?"

Ozawa said: "If someone tells me that there are ghosts and demons, I believe it, but saints and the like... I don't really believe it."

Xiaohu and Dahei looked at Ning Qingming inscrutablely.

Ning Qingming also gnawed on the persimmons, looking innocently at the people above, "What are you looking at me for?"

"It's nothing." Dahei sat up straighter.

Xiaohu said to Ozawa at this time: "I'll tell you a secret, I actually met Daji."

"Hahahaha I've seen Jiang Ziya!" Ozawa laughed.

Xiaohu looked at him with pity, and didn't believe him when he told the truth.

"Speaking of which, if the Hanba appears..." Deputy Director Zhang frowned and said, "Remember not to rush up, we are not here to face the Hanba head-on, but to make sure that it is the Hanba, and other people will come to deal with it .”

Among the several people, Deputy Bureau Zhang and Master He were the most serious. Compared with the rowdy people, Deputy Bureau Zhang and Master He both had solemn expressions.

Ning Qingming gnawed on the persimmon cake and said yes, Deputy Director Zhang twitched his lips when he saw his obedient appearance, and said: "...Master Ning, you can still go up."

Ning Qingming:? ? ?

Ning Qingming swallowed the persimmon in his mouth and said, "I will try my best."

The topic of several people continued to revolve around the ancient gods, and then they talked about the gossip about the Moon Palace, asking whether Fairy Chang'e is really as beautiful as in the legend.

Ning Qingming interjected: "She's pretty, she's wearing a green dress that flutters like a fairy, but her personality is a bit... tough. Her little white rabbit is quite cute." It looks delicious.

"How do you know?" Ozawa asked curiously.

"It was a dream." Ning Qingming replied without distraction.

"I heard that Fairy Changxi was in the Moon Palace at the beginning?" Jiang Kai looked serious, but he could no longer gossip about what he said, "Fairy Chang'e should be just a borrower, and the real owner is Changxi, right? I don't know." Who is more beautiful, Fairy Chang'e or Chang Xi?"

"Of course it's Sister Chang Xi...Chang Xi!" Ning Qingming said seriously, "No female Taoist friends in the entire prehistoric world can compare to Chang Xi's beauty!" Looking at her own house, she is always the prettiest!

Several people laughed, and Ozawa said again: "I heard that Kong Xuan is the No. 1 saint. I don't know if there is such a person."

Ning Qingming stopped talking now, and whenever Kong Xuan was mentioned, he wanted to eat phoenix eggs...

The next few people talked about the magic weapon in Honghuang. Ning Qingming interjected a few words along with them. Jiang Kai couldn't hold back and asked, "Master Ning, why are you so familiar with Honghuang?"

Ning Qingming said inscrutablely: "Probably because I can write prehistoric novels in my spare time."

Several people in Deputy Bureau Zhang looked at Xiao Ze and Jiang Kai quietly, wondering if he was not familiar with him, he just came from the prehistoric period, okay?

Just when Jiang Kai was still about to ask what the title of the book was, a sense of hotness suddenly rose in the room, and several people were quiet for a moment, looking at the coffin vigilantly.

Then, under the sight of several people, the corpse in the coffin disappeared out of thin air.

Ning Qingming followed the hot feeling, the person whose consciousness was entangled in the dark, and with the disappearance of the corpse, his whole body also disappeared in the room.

"Fuck, the corpse will disappear by itself!" Ozawa was shocked.

"Where did the corpse go?" Jiang Kai turned around, and suddenly found that there was one person missing, "Where is Master Ning?"

Dahei and the others turned their heads suddenly, only to find that Ning Qingming was no longer in the room.

On the other side, Ning Qingming appeared directly in a forest. This forest was not far from the village, only a dozen miles away. There was not a single sound of birds and insects in the entire forest, and it was eerily quiet.

There were dead branches all over the forest, Ning Qingming stepped on these dead branches and made a crisp sound of clicking, the more he walked in, the quieter he became.Ning Qingming paused and looked in a certain direction, where a blue light just flashed by.

Ning Qingming did not leave, and said directly: "Miss Hanba, are you still coming out?"

There was silence in the air, and then a figure suddenly appeared in front of Ning Qingming: "You are a girl! I am a man!"

Ning Qingming was taken aback, looked at him, and found that he looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, dressed in fluorescent green, not to mention how conspicuous he was in the dark, as he appeared, the surrounding temperature seemed to rise It's a bit taller.

"Mythical records say that you are a girl, the daughter of the Yellow Emperor. How did you become a man?" Ning Qingming was surprised, and looked at this young man a few more times. Really like a girl.

Ning Qingming understood, probably because she looked too much like a girl, that's why she was misrepresented as a woman...

Han Yan gritted his teeth: "Which rumor is it about my woman? I'm going to tear him apart!"

"You are so irritable." Ning Qingming met his gaze, Han Yan's eyes were covered with whites, and there were no black eyes, and it seemed that there was a bit of creepy coldness for no reason.

Hanba's long hair was calm and unaffected, and his tone was vicious, "Irritable? I have a bad reputation. After sleeping for so many years, isn't it natural to be irritable?"

Ning Qingming was not frightened by him, but instead smiled and said, "Who did you learn this grim look from? It's not like that at all."

Hanba's expression froze slightly.

"If you really want to be a bad person, you must first do more bad things." Ning Qingming said with a smile, "I would rather suck the yin energy of a corpse than hurt humans. How can you be a bad person like this?"

Han Yan's expression became even stiffer, and he said stiffly, "I didn't say I was a villain or a bad name..." Ning Qingming still didn't say what he said next.

He tapped the ground with his toes, and his voice became quieter: "They are all human races, and none of them are still there..."

Ning Qingming raised his eyebrows: "So you plan to collect the corpses and establish yourself as the Hanba faction?"

Han Yan choked: "Of course not!"

Although Hanba doesn't have the whites of his eyes, his eyesight is intact. He looked at Ning Qingming, his tone swept away the shock just now, and he calmed down: "What kind of monster are you?"

Ning Qingming stroked his chin and smiled subtly: "Everyone calls me the Demon Emperor."

Han Yan was stunned, and looked him up and down: "Demon Emperor? Tai Yi? No, you don't have the smell of the real fire of the sun on your body... Could it be Di Jun?"

At this time, a woman's crisp voice came from not far away: "Liang Yuan, hurry up, I feel Mu Yue is in front!"

Ning Qingming's pupils shrank. The voice was Sui from last time, that is, Chang Xi...

A male voice followed closely: "Don't worry, they haven't left yet."

"Muyue is leaving soon." While speaking, a man and a woman had already come here.

Both of them have spiral eyes, except that Liang Yuan is blue and Sui is silver.

When the two looked at Ning Qingming, the emotions in their eyes suddenly deepened, and Ning Qingming's tenderness after thousands of years of absence flashed in Sui's eyes, "Muyue."

This call made Ning Qingming feel dazed, he subconsciously took a few steps forward, and when he saw Liang Yuan beside him, the thought that flashed through his mind was: Tai Yi can rest, someone will take over the affairs of the Demon League in the future up...

The author has something to say: Ning Qingming sees Chang Xi and Di Jun with tears in his eyes, after a while he always feels like he has forgotten something

Hanba raised his hand behind several people: Forget me (#`盘′)