Dragon King Father-in-Law Wants to Drown Me [Time Travel]

"Just now when you went downstairs, a little girl came over and said..." Lin Yi peeked at the late Emperor and lowered his voice, "She said that His Majesty looks ugly."

Linghu Su sneaked a look at the late emperor, with a suppressed smile at the corner of his mouth.

This face is indeed...

However, the emperor cannot be blamed.For ghosts like them, if they come to the world as ghosts, ordinary people can't see them. The reason why they can sit in the teahouse openly now is because each of them wears a painted skin.

Po Meng paid great attention to her painted skin, applying powder and hairpins, eyebrows and daisies, and carefully carved a beautiful face.

Lin Yi died only a short time ago, and he went to the coffin where he was buried to have his original face stretched over his soul.

The bones of the late emperor had rotted long ago, and he refused to lower his stature to use other people's painted skin, so he had to rely on himself to draw it by himself. The mouth is not the mouth and the eyes are not eyes, but no one dares to say no, and they think they have painted a peerless good face. .

Xuehua was even more brutal, directly tearing off the skin from the face of the bandit whom he had just seduced, and pasting it on his own soul. He was already as cold as ice, and coupled with the scars all over his face, it made people shudder to see.

As for Linghu Su, she knew people well and used them well. She still remembered that she got a stack of Long Yi's paintings from the academy on the day she died, so she asked Long Yi to draw a face for herself according to the original appearance.

"What about the little girl?" Linghu Su asked, "You won't be killed by His Majesty?"

"Here it is!" The late Emperor raised his jaw and nodded towards the corner of the table.

A soul-sacrificing bag was bouncing on the table right now.

Linghu Su was startled, "Your Majesty used a soul bag to contain a stranger?"

The soul bag is a cloth bag specially used by the underworld to hold ghosts. If there are only souls in it, it will never be as lively as the one in front of you.

The first emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, "Can't I?"

"I can, but I can..."

Before he finished speaking, the soul-stripping bag suddenly rolled down from the table, the late Emperor reached out to grab it but found nothing, the bag fell to the ground and was still moving, the mouth of the bag was snapped open, and a little girl came out from inside , with two little Jiujiu pierced on his head.

Even a brat couldn't be locked up, the first emperor couldn't bear it, and made a gesture to arrest him.

"Stop!" Xue Hua came in from the outside, with a fierce look on her face - just because the skin looked fierce, Xue Hua under the skin was still paralyzed.

Maybe it was because they were too silent at ordinary times, so that when they left the downtown area, Snowflake disappeared and no one noticed.

"How dare you yell at me! Someone..."

Linghu Su hurriedly got up and acted as a peacemaker, "Your Majesty calm down... calm down."

The little girl ran to Xue Hua's side and hugged his leg tightly, "Daddy, Daddy, Uncle Ugly wants to eat me."

The first emperor was so angry that his hair stood on end, "Come here, drag me out and cut it off!!"

As expected of Princess Tianhe's own father, his temper is exactly the same, just one point.

Granny Meng yanked her, and the late Emperor fell back to his seat, startled and angry, staring at her, "How dare you offend me?!"

Meng Po's eyes were mellow, pretending to be charming, "Your Majesty, your old man has passed away long ago..."

The late emperor's anger seemed to be sunk in cotton, so he sat down angrily with arms folded.

Po Meng turned to Xue Hua: "This child is alive, shouldn't it be?"

"I don't know." Snowflake was still so cold.

After all, he picked up the girl and walked out.

Except for Po Meng, everyone present was puzzled.

Lin Yi asked: "What kind of child lives, what doesn't?"

"When Xuehua went to Beijing to go to the exam and died tragically, she still had a wife and daughter at home, and her daughter was two years old. After he died, he became impermanent in the underworld, and one day he hooked a soul, it was his wife, and her life span was over." Granny Meng picked up the tea and smelled it. "Later, he waited in Huangquan for a long time, maybe hundreds of years, but he didn't see his daughter come."

Linghu Su quickly grasped the point, "It means that his daughter's soul has not entered the underworld."

"Yes."

Long Yi shook his head, "The one just now was his daughter."

Granny Meng's forehead suddenly tightened, "Impossible." Then she asked, "Are you sure?"

"It can't be wrong." Long Yi held up the windmill—the one she stuffed into Xue Hua's hand before, and it was still turning slowly, "There is a ghostly smell of Snow Flower on the windmill, just now when his daughter came out, the windmill started change."

The first emperor was also puzzled, "That's strange, how could it be possible to reincarnate without going to the underworld or crossing the Naihe Bridge?"

Linghu Su guessed: "Maybe that girl is also a ghost."

After finishing speaking, he immediately denied this idea - the noise that the girl made in the soul bag just now could only be made by ghosts or strangers with a cultivation base of more than 500 years.

Meng Po said: "That's impossible, the yang energy in the world is too strong, if she is a ghost, if she doesn't enter the underworld for hundreds of years, she should be wiped out by now."

Suddenly a bell rang outside.

"Not good! It's almost dawn."

They were in this brightly lit teahouse, and for a moment they didn't notice that the Mid-Autumn Festival was over.

Linghu Su waved Xiao Er over, and Xiao Er threw the towel on his shoulders, and asked with a tired smile from staying up all night: "Guest officer, but do you want to pack?"

Xiao Er saw that their table full of refreshments hadn't touched at all, so he naturally thought that they were going to take them away.Little did they know that the four ghosts couldn't eat human food at all, and the only little dragon didn't seem to have much appetite today.

The first emperor was rich and powerful: "No need."

Linghu Su is diligent and thrifty about his household: "Wrap it up."

"Okay!" Xiao Er took the oil paper, wrapped them one by one, and handed them to Linghu Su.

"Why is Aiqing so petty?"

Linghu Su looked at the emperor who didn't know the sufferings of the people, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Lin Yi asked: "Where is Snow Flower? Are you not waiting for him?"

Granny Meng had been thinking about something just now, but she suddenly stood up from her chair, turned around and walked out, "I went to look for him, but I always felt that something was wrong."

"I'll go with you." Long Yi also followed.

When Linghu Su heard that Long Yi was going, he blurted out: "I also..."

Meng Po: "Don't come, your cultivation level is not enough, go back to the underworld first, and help me send away the ghosts I saved yesterday."

"..."

Those who have become ghosts at the level of Meng Po have long been afraid of the sun, but the ghosts are very cloudy, and being exposed to the sun for a long time will damage their cultivation. Therefore, ghost messengers will not wander around the world during the day unless necessary.

Although Linghusu has more than 400 years of cultivation, she still can't be ranked in the underworld, so she didn't try to be brave, so she went back to the underworld with the first emperor and Lin Yi.

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in the woods.

Po Meng waved her sleeves, and used the remaining breath on the windmill to perform a soul-hunting technique, trying to track down the whereabouts of the snowflakes.

Long Yi held her wrist, "No, I can smell it."

Po Meng nodded to her, and instantly turned into a gust of breeze, blowing forward.Long Yi turned into a green dragon, sneaking into the wind, picking up fallen leaves and flying flowers wherever he passed.

Fortunately, Linghu Su is not here at the moment, otherwise, seeing such a poetic and painting scene, I am afraid that I will feel insignificant again.

The two turned back into human bodies in a mass grave. Granny Meng held her nose and said disgustedly, "How did Xuehua come to such a place?"

Glancing at Long Yi again, "Do you want to cover it too?"

Long Yi shook his head, "It's okay, I can't smell it."

Po Meng looked around, "Where is Xuehua?"

As he said that, the palm of his hand changed, and the stream of light emerged, "Hell is forever!"

Immediately, all the surrounding corpses floated into the air from the ground, and one could have a panoramic view of everything.

However, Granny Meng immediately noticed the problem. The bodies of these corpses seemed to be...children! !

"Someone is using children to practice witchcraft."

Suddenly, a stream of light pierced from behind them like a sword, and Po Meng's figure moved, turning into the wind and holding Long Yi back.

Long Yi smiled and said, "Thank you sister, it's still as fast as before."

"Your mouth is so sweet." After complimenting Long Yi, Granny Meng's complexion quickly darkened, and she asked: "Where is the sneak, how dare you perform sorcery under the nose of my Po Meng?!"

The question was thrown into the air, but there was no response, but white mist rose around, covering the corpses tightly and blocking their sight.

The dragon's tail appeared from behind Long Yi, like a gust of wind blowing through the forest, scorching into the mist, where the blue light touched, the haze faded away, and a figure was forced to step out.

Granny Meng's gesture of ready to attack the other party at any time was suddenly withdrawn after seeing the person coming.

"snowflake?"

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As soon as Linghu Su returned to the underworld, he went to the dance hall. After all, it was a cash cow, so he had to pay attention to it no matter what.

The ghosts who were tuned/taught by the late emperor can now perform on stage independently, and are very popular among the ghosts in the underworld.

At this moment, Linghu Su and the first emperor were sitting under the stage, watching the singing and dancing on the stage.

The first emperor asked: "I heard that Aiqing bought them cultivation bases so that they can regain normal consciousness later?"

"After all, you have helped me perform for so long, so you should pay for your hard work."

"After they become conscious, they won't help you dance again."

"There will be new souls at that time." Linghu Su looked towards the stage, "It's time for them to learn to be self-reliant. It's not good to be a demented ghost all the time, it will increase the burden on the underworld."

Yan Wang said in his heart: "I am more concerned about the country and the people than I am..."

At the end of the performance, the floor was full of money, and all the ghosts clamored to watch it again, so Linghu Su had no choice but to go on stage to appease them, and they slowly dispersed.

Linghu Su was picking up the coins thrown by the ghosts, when Yama Wang came behind her, his voice was cold: "Has Long Yi left again? Why didn't he come back with you?"

Linghu Su told Yan Wang about Xue Hua, and Yan Wang's expression became more and more serious during the process, until Linghu Su finished speaking, Yan Wang asked: "Did Long Yi say that the girl is Xue Hua's daughter?"

Linghu Su nodded.

Although she didn't know why Meng Po and Yan Wang were so worried about this, she already deeply felt that the matter was not simple or even serious.

"I have to go to the world to see!" Yan Wang's face was gloomy, "Well, I'll bring Xuehua back, you go to find Po Meng, if Long Yi is still in the world, you go and bring her back too."

"Do you think Granny Meng and the others can't find Xuehua?"

"I just don't think Xuehua will come back with them."

When Linghu Su came out of the ghost gate, it was night again in the world.

As her cultivation grew, she could now slowly feel the dragon's blood flowing in her body, although she had long since lost her real body.

But perhaps it is precisely because she has no body that the blood that follows her from the world to the underworld is so clear in the nerves.

When she stopped, she followed the dragon's blood and came to a temple. Looking along, Linghu Su's pupils suddenly dilated.

"This……"

Standing impressively here is a temple of 'Linghu Su'!

She walked in quickly, and sure enough, she saw an extremely delicately sculpted self in the middle of the lobby—the appearance of being an official in the mortal world.

There is a stele next to the god statue, on which many words are densely engraved, Linghu Su walked over, and saw her life was recorded on it, including her Jinshi and rank, official obeisance to the Minister of the Household Department, praying for rain and flood control, and even some things about herself. Can't remember the feat.

Linghu Su smiled gratifiedly, "It turns out that there are still people in the world who remember me."

There should be several rooms behind the statue, because Linghu Su heard a voice coming from inside, and she followed the sound to a room, only hearing rustling noises inside.

Granny Meng's shrill voice came: "Little sister, take it easy, I can't take it anymore..."

She seemed to be suppressing something, coupled with her already charming voice, it made Linghu Su outside the door feel his scalp go numb.

Long Yi was also inside, and asked obediently, "How about changing your position?"

What?There was a thunder in Linghu Su's head, and he stopped in place immediately.

"No, it still hurts, try to lighten it up."

"How about this? No matter how shallow I am, I'm going out." Long Yi's voice sounded very clear.

they! !What filth are they doing! !

"Wait... wait a minute, I'll turn over... that's all right, come again..."

With a dark face, Linghusu knocked on the door stiffly with his fist, not forgetting to announce himself, "It's me, Linghu Su, I'm coming in."

Meng Po's terrified voice came from the crack of the door: "Ah! Don't come in!!"

Linghu Su's face was full of gloom, his fists were crunching in his hands.

How could you not go in after being green like this!

Linghu Su kicked the door open with a threatening look.

Granny Meng got into the quilt yelling "Ahhhh", her clothes were scattered outside.

Linghu Su glanced across the room, the clothes on Long Yi were still there, but Granny Meng...

Seeing Linghu Su, Long Yi smiled and patted the quilt where Po Meng was, "Sister Linghu is here, let her help you."

I'll help you?I am going to kill you! !

"Where is Meng Po! Come out for me!!"

Granny Meng's voice came muffled from under the quilt: "Linghu Su! What's wrong with you? Are you deaf if you're told not to come in?!"

Linghu Su went straight over and stretched out his hand to grab the quilt, but Granny Meng held him tight inside.

"Let go, Linghu Su!"

Linghu Su's anger had rushed to the top of his skull, he immediately mobilized his cultivation and shook the quilt to pieces, causing cotton wool to fly all over the sky.

Meng Po was naked/curled up on the bed, her eyes were burning, and she had the expression of wanting to eat Linghu Su.

At this moment, Linghu Su's face had turned into charcoal, and he stared at Granny Meng with the same look of killing people.