Yingyang Bookstore, No. 48

Tai Yi started working part-time in the bookstore, and now he has a legitimate reason to stay in the bookstore. Although it is the summer vacation season, there are still very few people who come to the scenic spot to buy books. Aunt Ping is not a talkative person who makes tea and reads every day. Tai Yi is very embarrassed. Bother her, but occasionally Uncle Xing comes over to chat with him and watch variety shows.

"Aunt Ping, you don't earn any money to open this bookstore, but you still have to visit it every day. Why do you still open it?" Tai Yi asked.

Aunt Ping handed him a cup of freshly brewed scented tea and said slowly, "Anyway, it's not short of money, and I have a lot of time, let's drive and play."

Uncle Xing: "Oh, how pitiful is a poor man like Uncle!"

Tai Yixin said, don't think I don't know that you like to play with beads.

Xing Yang said that he was away on business, and he would not come back until about a week later. For nearly two months, he stayed with Xing Yang almost every day, and suddenly he left. Tai Yi always felt very uncomfortable, and Xing Yang gave Tai Yi a bunch of The amulet and other things put a barrier on him again, and ordinary little ghosts couldn't get close to him, and he also asked Aunt Ping to send Tai Yi home after working.

Tai Yi lay on the rocking chair at the door and thought, although he could see ghosts, he seemed to accept what happened recently without any suspicion or discomfort, as if his life should be like this.

Tai Yi imagined how dull life would be without the company of these ghosts. He didn't like reading novels or playing games, and he turned down all the boys in his class who made basketball appointments everywhere during the summer vacation.

"There is still something interesting." Tai Yi said in a low voice.

Aunt Ping: "Huh? What are you talking about?"

Tai Yi got up and walked over to the counter and smiled, "I was thinking about how I got here in the years when I couldn't see ghosts."

Aunt Ping also smiled: "Now you think it's interesting to see?"

Tai Yi nodded and stopped talking.

In the evening, after dinner, Aunt Ping locked the store, and walked around to send Tai Yi back. Tai Yi was a little embarrassed and felt like he was back in elementary school.

Xiaohan stood at the gate of the community and waited for the two to meet Tai Yi when they appeared.

"Aunt Ping, go back and look at the shop, I'll just send it to him!" Xiaohan said.

Aunt Ping saw that the ghost in front of her was fairly advanced, so she let go with confidence.

Tai Yi said: "You two make me look like a primary school student."

Xiaohan shrugged her shoulders: "I can't help it, you're a bit too upright, what if you run into a ghost if you don't watch it?"

Tai Yi sighed: "Sister Xiaohan, do I seem to be easy to handle? Why are you looking for me?"

Xiaohan answered the question seriously: "You smell really delicious, really."

Tai Yi asked her: "By the way, is it your birthday? What do you want?"

Xiaohan blinked: "Did you know that Kiko's lipstick is limited to Valentine's Day?"

Tai Yi: "It's already June, where can I make a Valentine's Day limit for you?"

Xiaohan glared at him: "I don't care! Anyway, I want this! And Zoeva's pumpkin plate!"

Tai Yi was a little confused: "What is zo...zoeva?"

Xiaohan said, "Eyeshadow, anyway, I want it."

Tai Yi sighed and was about to run around again.

Xiaohan hugged him and said, "Sister will accompany you~ You are the key protection target now!"

"Sister Han, what advantage did Xing Yang give you to protect me like this?" Tai Yi asked.

Xiaohan silently took out a ghost world black card from his pocket: "He asked me to swipe it casually."

Xing Yang didn't go far, but walked in along Yingyang Street, the lights in front of the houses along the street became fainter as he walked in, and a thin black mist began to appear around him.

Frowning, Xing Yang took off the lamp in front of a nearby house, made a trick to turn on the lamp, and continued walking.

After walking for a few hundred meters, the lamp stopped working. The black mist stuck to the lamp like glue. Xing Yang put the lamp on the ground, and he couldn’t see his fingers in front of his eyes. Ghostly cries were faintly heard in the black mist. howl.

Xing Yang licked his lower lip and took off his glasses. He swiped his left hand in the air and the long knife appeared in his hand. The moment Xing Yang pulled out the knife, a black dragon rushed out of the black mist, and many white bones appeared on the ground.

The black dragon is like a fog. When the knife stabs, it will disperse but reunite immediately. However, when it is cut, there is a sharp and piercing sound like cutting a piece of iron.

Xing Yang secretly thought that if you haven't come back for so long, you don't fucking know me?

Xing Yang didn't dare to really hurt the dragon, after all, the dragon was considered a divine object, so he had to use the back of his knife to avoid it back and forth.

I don’t know if the black dragon could see that Xing Yang didn’t dare to hurt it, and chased him back and forth as if he found something funny, but suddenly, its hind paws grabbed Xing Yang’s entire dragon body and shrunk down to a large size, and wrapped it around Xing Yang’s body, entangled him tightly. I'm trying to shrink in.

Xing Yang put the knife away and scolded the dragon for being like a dog. He slashed at it with the knife in his pocket, took advantage of the moment when the dragon's body turned into black mist, reached out to grab a scale, turned over and rode on the dragon's back, and quickly ran to the head. Grab the horns there.

Maybe no one has dealt with it like this for a long time, the black dragon was stunned for a moment and then full of anger, it flew into the air, trying to throw the person on its head off.

Xing Yang took out the bell again, which was densely engraved with the Shurangama Mantra. He shook the black dragon's body slightly, and Xing Yang quickly stabilized his body and shook it vigorously.

The black dragon probably still had memories of the bell, so he bent down and lay on the ground obediently in fear. Xing Yang patted his head, and the black dragon obediently opened his mouth to blow away the black mist around him.

The scenery in front of him became brighter, and the huge body of the black dragon appeared much smaller against the background of the palace.

Xing Yang jumped down from above and walked towards the palace.

Walked up to the main hall familiarly, and many luxuriously dressed people came out of the palace.

The man with the big head bowed to Xing Yang, Xing Yang waved his hand and interrupted him impatiently, "How did you turn a dragon into a dog?"

The man smiled with embarrassment: "That's how the little master raised us before."

Xing Yang's face twitched, causing the people behind the man to disperse.

"I'm going to the inner hall, has anyone been here during this time?"

The man shook his head.

Xing Yang stopped in his tracks and suddenly turned his head to stare at the man: "Are you sure?"

The man suddenly felt a huge coercion coming, and said tremblingly: "I am sure, if, if anyone comes to the black dragon, he will definitely stop him."

Xing Yang looked at him for a while before turning his head away and continuing to walk inside.

The inner hall is the bedroom of the owner of the palace. Behind the layers of veils, there is a faint figure. Xing Yang opened the curtain and sat by the bed and looked down at the person on the bed.

It was a face that was exactly the same as Tai Yi's. Xing Yang squeezed the mouth of the person on the bed open and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that a cold bead was still honestly contained in his mouth.

Xing Yang got up and tucked the quilt for the person on the bed and left. When he reached the gate of the underground palace, Xing Yang's eyes froze.

The man watching the palace came quickly, Xing Yang grabbed his neck and said: "This is called no one coming? Can no one come to break the restriction?!"

Seeing that the matter was exposed, the man no longer turned into a humanoid ghost, and said to Xing Yang: "This is also to make the little master come back soon!"

Xing Yang strangled him hard: "Who came? What did you take away?"

The evil ghost tried desperately to break free, but Xing Yang's strength was too strong, Xing Yang's other hand dug into the evil ghost's dantian, grabbed the little soul pill and pulled it out.

"Who took what?" Xing Yang asked him in a low voice.

"The soul-binding lamp! He took away the soul-binding lamp!" After speaking, he grasped Xing Yang's wrist and pulled it out, and the soul pill was pulled out, and the soul was really scattered.

Xing Yang cursed in a low voice and added another restriction to the underground palace to leave quickly.

It was more than a week when he returned to the study.

Seeing him come back, Aunt Ping asked, "Why so slow? Is the Ghost Palace okay?"

Xing Yang said: "The soul-binding lamp was taken away."

Now even Aunt Ping was startled: "Who got it? Where's the dragon?"

Xing Yang said: "I don't know, but Heilong must have known him, otherwise he wouldn't let him go. Where's Tai Yi?"

Aunt Ping pointed upstairs: "It's asleep."

Xing Yang went upstairs and looked at Zhengxiang who was sleeping on his bed and sighed.

"How can you be so troublesome?"