hey your coffin lid is flying

Fortunately, Xuan Kong who was at the side had quick eyes and hands, and quickly reached out to help Qi Shan, so that Qi Shan didn't fall down.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Kong asked.

After standing still, Qi Shan raised his head and glanced at the two people standing at the door.

Limbs are sound, there are no redundant parts all over the body, and the body also exudes vitality. As for the tail that suddenly appeared just now, there is no trace at this time.

Qi Shan looked at it for a while, and finally shook his head, maybe he was dazzled just now, turned around and waved to Xuan Kong, "It's nothing, my feet are numb."

"Well... can you really send it to the underworld?" Xiang Yang asked.

Jia Luoye smiled, his light blue eyes reflected Xiang Yang's cute little face, "Yeah, yes, I can still lie to you."

"What are you talking about?" Li Qi walked over from behind.

"Nothing," Jia Luoye changed his tone, glanced at Qi Shan in the room, and asked, "Who are they?"

"They," Li Qi looked over, his eyes filled with disdain, "they are the eminent monks from some monastery that my good-for-nothing uncle invited back."

"Eternal Sadness Temple," Xiang Yang said.

"Yes, Yongbei Temple," Li Qi continued, "I've walked around the house, but I didn't find any problems, and I almost fell myself, so I'm still an eminent monk, tsk tsk."

"Eternal Sadness Temple?" Jia Luoye paused, feeling that he had heard the name somewhere before, but he would not be able to recall the exact location for a while.

"Masters, you, I think the ghost you just mentioned was taken away by..." Hao Dehai pointed to Jia Luoye at the door, "It was taken away by the kid at the door, I don't remember much, I only remember a black shadow Flew to him."

Xuan Kong looked serious, "Hao Benefactor, I think you have misunderstood, ghosts are not so easy to be watched by others, they are good at seizing people's bodies, they are full of tricks, leaving your body, apart from being taken away, it may be that he wants to change the host .”

"Then?" Hao Dehai's legs trembled, as if he had thought of a terrifying possibility, "Then, then he..."

"Very likely," Xuankong coiled up the prayer beads on his wrist, looking as if he was facing an enemy.

"Relax," Qi Shan raised his hand to hold his younger brother Xuankong, "the ghost is not on him, this room is very clean."

Xuankong let out an "oh", and put down the prayer beads obediently.

He basically never doubted what his senior brother said.

It's nothing else, it's all due to the unparalleled physique of attracting ghosts of the senior brother, he can't even find it, so naturally he doesn't have it.

"That's good, that's good." After Hao Dehai heard this, his legs finally stopped shaking, "It's as long as the child is fine."

***

Zhang Jiancong flinched, and walked in through the gate of the underworld that had just been opened. As soon as he entered, he was blown cold by the piercing wind.

"Ah!"

Zhang Jiancong rubbed his nose, "It seems that we really need to come here less in the future, otherwise this body will be blown away someday."

"Soon," a slightly deep man's voice came from Zhang Jiancong's left pocket, "The God of War is about to wake up, when the time comes, the underworld will..."

"To shut up!"

Zhang Jiancong patted his pocket hard, and the man immediately fell silent, "I don't even look at where this is, if the errand hears it, let alone you, I will follow him to the frying pan."

Following Huangquan Road, after drifting for a hundred or so, we arrived at the Ferry of Wangchuan.

Two guards of Yin soldiers in strong and sharp clothes stood there.

Obviously they knew Zhang Jiancong, and when they saw him walking slowly, they nodded slightly, "What's the wind blowing today?"

Holding the ghost in his right hand, Zhang Jiancong shook it in front of the guards, "His Royal Highness Ghost King blows the wind himself."

The guard on the left pushed the armor on his head and moved forward, "Isn't this just an immature ghost? The ghost king is so idle now?"

After hearing what he said, the guard on the right leaned over curiously. Seeing that the color of the ghost was so dim that it would disappear without a trace when the wind blows, he couldn't help laughing, "Ghost King is going to practice ghost with us." Are you going to grab a meal, haha."

Zhang Jiancong drew a shackle casually, threw the undeveloped ghost into it, cupped his hands and said, "I'll send this thing to Senluo Hall, Mrs. Zhang San and Li Si."

Zhang San and Li Si glanced at each other, stepped back in an unusually synchronized manner, and said in a cold tone, "We still have to be vigilant!"

Zhang Jiancong turned his eyes, and very naturally took out a thick stack of paper money, put it on the shackles, and said with a smile: "I really can't blow the wind of hell with my bones, thank you."

Zhang San and Li Si rolled up their sleeves with a grimace at the corner of their mouths, and the shackles became clean in an instant.

"That's right, this Huangquanfeng has turned his bones into ashes, Mr. Chenghuang should go back early!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang San and Li Si gave him a very polite gift.

"Huh," the deep male voice came out of Zhang Jiancong's pocket again, "That's the discipline."

This time Zhang Jiancong didn't interrupt again, he was just thinking, I hope he made the right choice this time.

Perhaps this underworld should really change hands.