Master does not ride a dragon

Sikong Hu stood on a high place with a stern expression on his face. He looked at the people in the city and the ghosts in the city, "Say it again, what is wrong with you?"

The living people had already heard the general idea just now, but people and ghosts went their separate ways, and the scene was completely silent.

Chi Shuhuan was still squatting aside, took a bite of an apple in his hand, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

Sikong Hu is a little confused.

According to Chi Shuhuan's understanding, after being with Lu Ju for 18 years alone, even a corn cob would smell of Xiaoming Taihua, let alone such a child who is transparent at all.

According to Chi Shuhuan's observation, it would be ridiculous to say that Sikong Hu didn't have Lu Ju's way of doing things in his mind.Lu Ju's sense of distance and majesty are rooted in the flesh and blood by Sikong Hu, and sometimes the two people even look up at the sky with the same arrogance.

However, the phrase "what's the grievance" was asked countless times by Lu Ju in the past, and he was avenging the grievances.

But Sikong Dendrobium paints the skin and paints the tiger but not the bones, and the "human world judges ghosts" has turned against Yingtian. Right now, he wants to avenge the wronged.

Chi Shuhuan's eyes turned cold, "Sikong! The soul has been recruited, and it should be dismissed quickly. Once the public trial starts, the demonic energy will surge. You must—"

Sikong Hu ignored the persuasion, held his head high and looked coldly, and sat and waited for the righteousness of ghosts to overthrow the case of the temple in the world.

Unexpectedly, a shivering voice first rang out from the crowd, "Master Wang has lived a fair and honest life, even if he made a small mistake, it will not be like this. If this continues, my store will not be able to open..."

Someone else said: "Yes, Mr. Wang loves the people like a son, and my family rented the land from Mr. Wang's family."

"My eldest son is studying in the Wang family's family school. The teacher teaches well. The young hero made such a fuss, but..."

Humans and ghosts accused each other, Sikong Hu fell silent amidst the boiling voices.

Everyone in Liangxiang has something to do with Wang Haichen, so it doesn't matter what Wang Haichen has done in the past.I see.

It turns out that all living beings are blind and no one is innocent.

Sikong Hu gritted his molars, and hissed: "Aren't you going to avenge your grievances?"

The sound of ghosts scratching their throats resounded through the night sky again. Hundreds of ghost soldiers swooped down from the mass graves outside the city, lingering in Sikong Hu's red-stained charms, looking fiercely at the living people in the city.

Some children couldn't help being threatened, and cried "Wow".

It is one thing to summon spirits, but another to control ghost soldiers.Those who do the former may still be cultivators; those who have an affair with the latter are no different from the elders of the demon world, even Jin Yi back then dared not!

Sikong Hu was already full of dragon devil energy, if he really joined forces with the devil, wouldn't it be another catastrophe in the human world?

Chi Shuhuan turned pale, "Sikong, it's time to stop. What do you want?"

Sikong Hu looked at the chaos on the ground with great interest, with a smile on his lips, revealing a bloodthirsty light, "I don't want anything. I just want to see that ghosts have their own justice in the world. will win?"

These words sounded strangely frivolous, Chi Shuhuan's heart sank, and he had a hunch that Sikong Hu might have been driven by the demonic energy, and he was a little possessed, "If you want to win or lose, you don't have to fight. Senior brother has retired for you for 17 years, and now you Manipulating demon energy is not against—"

Sikong Hu turned his face back, his eyes were clear, clearly very awake.

He practiced the technique of hiding the soul, and he learned to suppress his nature since he was a child.

"Yuanshi Dazhen, Wulei Gaozun. Taihua Haoying, Donglang Bamen" has been read a lot, and his temper is extremely indifferent.

After leaving Baitouya, it was only after comparison that he realized that except for Lu Ju, there were very few people who could arouse him, and he had no idea what others said or did as long as it didn't touch the bottom line.

The demonic energy is overwhelming, but it is controlled to flow freely in him, and it is actually nothing more than that.

Chi Shuhuan was dumbfounded, and found that although Sikong Hu was coddled by Lu Ju and made inferences about other cases from one example, he was in his own way, wild and wild, and he had grown his own "Tao" very vigorously.

He didn't completely reproduce a Lu Ju, he did things with Lu Ju's kung fu, but he didn't use Lu Ju's brain to think about things.

Lu Ju's heart is kind, but his methods are cruel, so he looks a little repulsive and difficult to mess with when viewed from a distance, but he is actually indifferent and positive.

And Sikong Hu looked like a warm and pleasant young man, but he had no enthusiasm for everything in his beautiful skin.The mood is already ruthless, and the means can only be blue out of blue.

Leaving Lu Ju, he can also follow something he likes, such as being a chivalrous hero, such as being happy with kindness and hatred, even if it seems to be Lu Ju's past.

Liu Shangyuan on the side stared at the screams of the evil spirits and the terrified screams of the ground, and sighed silently.

Miss Wang gritted her teeth and took a step forward, "You...you have the ability to attack me! Regardless of whether this is true or not, it is my father's fault after all. What kind of ability do you have to bully innocent people?"

The ghosts paused in the sky, and swooped down to the top of Miss Wang's hair at the same time. The screams filled the main hall with no roof, and hit the rotten coffin boards, "We are all dead! We are all dead!" It's gone! Why can you live? Why?"

The situation was almost out of control, Liu Uehara closed his eyes as if unable to bear the humiliation, and said softly: "Be quiet."

With a "bang", the sailor named Jingwen hit the coffin board and fell to the ground. His young and immature face was split in half from the bridge of his nose. After staring blankly at Miss Wang's face for a while, he suddenly knelt and fell Kowtowing three times in succession, "Master Wang...Miss Wang, please, please! We are here to beg you!"

Miss Wang was taken aback, "Please?"

Seeing that she didn't understand, Jingwen kowtowed and continued, "Please, please build a temple for us! We have stayed in the world for too long and cannot be reincarnated. ... We need a spiritual tablet, please, please build a temple for us and engrave our names! Our general is called Liu Shangyuan, my name is Ou Jingwen, his name is Zheng Yinghao, this is Liang Fan..."

In front of him were hundreds of evil spirits kneeling and beating good people in the world. Sikong Hu had seen very little in the world, so he didn't know that there would be more ghosts kneeling than humans kneeling, not less.

Why do people in the world have so many rules and regulations, and tie their fates to boulders in a cumbersome and neat manner, even ghosts are no exception?

And why, only he, Sikong Hu, can dodge from it?

Sikong Hu shook his head blankly, and the two words he wrote on the fortune-telling booth before the Mid-Autumn Festival suddenly came to his mind: Lu Ju.

At that time, the city was full of rivers and rivers, and the liar touched the two characters again and again, and then said leisurely: "This person is easy to understand. Is your sweetheart? This person may also want to form a pair with a person, but even Names are all presumptuous and offensive, how do you want him to be a double?"

Lu Ju couldn't let go of the order of the Three Realms, but he opened a path after all, and took Sikong Hu out of Shushan's imprisonment, allowing Sikong Hu to wander outside the order and end up in the old world.

Those two presumptuous characters are painted with iron hooks and silver hooks, protecting him for a lifetime.

As if being poured from head to toe by a basin of cold water, Sikong Hu slowly raised his gaze.

In the field of vision, the corners of Chi Shuhuan's vermilion clothes were lifted by the night wind and swayed slightly.

The ghosts crowded together in mid-air and on the slate floor, they were irrational at all, and lost control again after saying a few words, the shrill screams resounded through the night sky again, and the tight and red magic energy condensed into silk threads to surge out. Going up to the sky, the stars and the moon are eclipsed, and the snow and rain will come.

Sikong Hu should have used his hand to suppress the boiling demonic energy above Liangxiang, but his mind was in a state of confusion, a master in his mind merged with the boiling ghost in front of him, sometimes it was the ghost's ferocious face, and sometimes it was the master's smile.

He took a step back and said in a low voice, "Uncle Master, did my Master lie..."

Chi Shuhuan looked as usual, and even smiled almost tolerantly, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, "How could that be?"

It's not like Chi Shuhuan.

Chi Shuhuan had seen how Sikong Hu was imprisoned in Yangqi Cave, so he should know how crazy Sikong Hu can be, and he must also know that Lu Ju deceived him as a habitual offender, so he would say "how could it be"?

Sikong Hu suddenly turned his head away, his heart skipped a beat, he suddenly remembered the same incongruent smile on his face when Chi Shuhuan was lying on the couch the night before when he heard that he was going to recall his soul.

The night wind was chilly, scraping off the last layer of body temperature on the surface of the hair and skin.

Seeing Sikong Hu staring at him, Chi Shuhuan seemed to be drawn back to a trace of consciousness, and frowned: "Sikong, what are you doing?"

Sikong Hu looked at Chi Shuhuan, and said seriously: "Master, do you think I'm crazy? I've always been like this, don't you know?"

Chi Shuhuan casually looked at the ghosts all over the sky, "It doesn't matter."

Sikong Hu slowly put down the movement of drawing the talisman in his hand, and let out a sneer from the bottom of his heart.

Chi Shuhuan is a bully and weak person, and he is most afraid of making trouble irreversible.Come to think of it, he should have sternly blocked him from the beginning, and he should never have waited until the devilish energy boiled back to fill the sky, before he showed a tolerant look again.

Half of Chi Shuhuan was brought up by Lu Ju, and he did not fall behind the rules and morals of Shushan.

He definitely wouldn't have followed Sikong Hu to the coffin and watched him summon ghost soldiers to disrupt humanity.Even, Chi Shuhuan would never have the ability to find a Sikong Hu who sells kebabs from the vastness of the Three Realms, and then play games with him.

A game is just a game, but Chi Shuhuan is always at odds with what he says, or what he says and what he does right now.

There is no other explanation—in Chi Shuhuan's body, there is another consciousness living at the same time!

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Late update, sorrysorry everyone!I went out in the morning and forgot to put the manuscript box QAQ