Huang Quan's companion

"I never expected that Zhu Xiaowu would be able to take me away from the well..." Fu Lan smiled almost softly, "It's because of this that I am reluctant to kill him."

"Didn't kill him?" He Tang took two steps forward and asked, "Then how did you get here? You don't have a body!"

"I jumped into the ditch of the dead!" Fu Lan said innocently, "Should he know how to water?"

He Tang's face turned livid: "Xiao Wu doesn't know how to drink at all!"

Fu Lan moved the corner of his mouth, and said meaninglessly: "That's not bad, anyway, he has no relatives or reasons, so what's the point of living?"

He Tang stabbed: "You have no relatives and no reason, why do you want to live so much?"

"How am I the same as him?" Fu Lan opened his eyes wide and said, "He is a child and has never seen anything, but I have seen thousands of scenery, and I am very attached to this world of mortals."

A surge of anger welled up in He Tang's chest, and he stared at him with hatred: "He's just a child! He hasn't seen anything yet! This beautiful river, mountain, and world of mortals have not yet caught his eyes, and you have taken everything from him." , even want to deprive this right, why do you?!"

As his anger deepened, the black mist that had dissipated a little turned around again, and if the black mist had any substance, it turned into strands of silk thread to wrap around his soul, but He Tang didn't realize it, and continued to curse: "You guys Selfish evil spirits! Why do you want others to pay a heavy price for your greed!"

Fu Lan wrote lightly: "Because it's someone else."

"You..." He Tang took a step forward, but was held tightly in Yang Jinshu's arms, unable to move.

"He Tang!" Yang Jinshu hugged him tightly and said in a panic, "What's wrong with you, He Tang?"

He could actually feel the ubiquitous hostility in He Tang - he had never felt like this before, why? !

Fu Lan snorted and said, "As I said a long time ago, he will be disturbed by resentment and hostility and become evil."

Yang Jinshu stopped He Tang, but looked at Lao Liu, pleading: "Uncle Liu, if you really brought this devilish energy, can you help get rid of it?"

"..." Fu Lan was silent for a while, and couldn't help but said, "Yang Jinshu, you are really the purest scholar I have ever met, really."

Yang Jinshu: "..."

Shen stick added: "He's saying you're stupid."

He Tang frantically said: "Who are you scolding! My brocade book is not stupid!"

"..." Yang Jinshu pulled him back with a wry smile, and said helplessly, "Thank you for still speaking for me, but before that, He Tang, can you calm down first?"

He just felt that the person Fulan was talking about was not the one he had known for so many years. The Uncle Liu he knew was very warm-hearted and kind, willing to help every neighbor. ignore it?

"I..." He Tang arched his body in great pain, "I can't control Jin Shu...I really want to hit someone right now, I'm not kidding!"

"It's fine if you don't want to kill people." Yang Jinshu heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at the magic stick helplessly, "Daoist Qing Rong, find a way..."

The magic stick looked at Lao Liu: "Uncle Liu, my friend for many years, no matter what, don't torture He Tang like this. He is young and has low spell skills, so he can't bear such a strong anger."

Old Liu looked at He Tang who was struggling in Yang Jinshu's arms, and slowly said, "He Tang has a demon in his heart, and the demon energy has found a host, and it will not dissipate easily."

"What...what?" Yang Jinshu opened his mouth wide, "How could there be...a demon in He Tang's heart?"

Shen stick sighed, and said: "Jinshu, everyone in this world has demons, the difference is that some people are more vigilant, while others are weaker, which gives demons an opportunity to take advantage of."

Yang Jinshu was startled.

Yes, everyone has demons, even he has some...

"Do you still have the talisman paper I wrote for you?" Shenzhu asked.

"Have."

"Find a random one, burn it and feed it to him."

"...feeding rune ash to ghosts?"

"Ah."

Yang Jinshu felt that this behavior was really like the style of a quack warlock... Out of trust in his friends, he took out a ghost talisman and burned it according to what the magic stick said, and gathered it in his palm before the talisman paper turned into ashes. In a small ball, the other hand pinched He Tang's jaw and stuffed it into his mouth forcefully.

He Tang wanted to spit it out, but Yang Jinshu had to cover his mouth with both hands to persuade: "He Tang, be good, swallow it."

The magic stick was also helpless: "He Tang, you are a ghost, you won't vomit after eating."

He Tang swallowed with difficulty, coughed dryly on his knees, pulled Yang Jinshu's hand away and pointed at him and shouted, "Fuck! This stuff is a product of feudal superstition in our place! Who the hell wants to eat it!"

The corner of Shenstick's mouth twitched: "Sorry for letting you enter the world of spirits."

He Tang got up from the ground after coughing enough, finally cleared his mind, waved his hand along his chest and said, "Forget it, my three views have been washed a long time ago, just get used to it. Even if this talisman ash is poisonous, I will A hundred poisons are invincible."

He patted his forehead, shook his head, and said seriously: "Okay, I'm almost awake, can we continue telling the story?"

It was Fu Lan who was talking just now, and Lao Liu was noncommittal. Now that the others were all staring at him, he still had no interest in explaining: "I came to save you with the magic stick. If you are sober, let's go back?"

Shengun shook his head and said, "Uncle Liu, it's better for us to speak clearly."

He Tang looked straight at him, and said seriously, "The entire family of the Zhu family was destroyed, Uncle Liu, did you really do it?"

Uncle Liu looked at them calmly. Under such a strong sense of oppression, he still just explained in a leisurely manner: "I'm hungry and need to eat."

Yang Jinshu was puzzled: "You can come to me for whatever you want to eat, why are you making trouble in the mortal world?"

The Yang family made so many offerings to Yang Jinshu that he couldn't use it up. Occasionally, the neighbors who were hungry would ask him for some food. Yang Jinshu was never stingy. If he was just hungry, Old Liu didn't have to kill anyone.

Lao Liu shook his head and said, "Jinshu, it's okay to raise a little devil like Hetang with your little food, but I'm afraid you can't afford it."

What did the magic stick think of, and he blurted out and asked, "Are you eating ghosts?"

If Uncle Liu cultivated the technique of devouring ghosts and needed to improve his cultivation by absorbing the hostility of other ghosts, then it would make sense to create death and cultivate ghosts.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Liu still shook his head and said calmly, "No, I am refining my soul."

The magic stick was stunned again, he subconsciously looked at Fu Lan beside him, only to see Fu Lan meaningfully holding the red gravel and smiling at him.

"What is soul refining?" He Tang felt that his brain was a bit overwhelmed.

Yang Jinshu, who was always willing to answer his questions, didn't speak rashly this time, but bowed his head and said, "He Tang, you better not know."

"why?"

"It's too dangerous and cruel, and the gods and demons will abandon it."

"Oh, I understand." Fu Lan suddenly realized, and said with a smile, "Back then you helped that ghost kill me, and you just wanted to use me to refine your soul?"

After some recollection by Fulan, Lao Liu had already remembered him, and admitted frankly: "You are a rare genius who is proficient in ghost art, and it would be great if you use it to refine souls. It's a pity that you hide so fast, I don't have time to catch you come out."

"Too late?" Fu Lan thought this word was very interesting. He looked up and down at Lao Liu, then looked back at He Tang who was bewildered, and glanced at the embarrassed Yang Jinshu and the magic stick who was in inexplicable contemplation, and suddenly said with a smile, " Are you in a hurry to come to Jishan County?"

"Huh?" Yang Jinshu raised his head and became confused, "Jishan County? Why are you in such a hurry to come here?"

Jishan County is just an ordinary small county in the north. It has a small population and is not prosperous. There is a curfew after nightfall, and there is no night market. Many southern teas and fruits cannot be seen in Jishan County. The mountains and rivers are beautiful and prosperous, but the small town at the foot of Qinglianguan Mountain makes people linger even more.

"I didn't know at first, but if it wasn't for Zhu Xiaowu, I wouldn't have come to this poor place." Fu Lan paced on the spot, with a smug smile on his face that saw through other people's plots, "But now I understand, Ji There is nothing in Shan County, but there is a dead man's ditch."

"Dead man's ditch?" He Tang was the first to react, "You mean, he wants to enter the underworld through the dead man's ditch?"

"Yes, enter the underworld through the dead man's ditch instead of being caught back to the underworld." Fu Lan pointed to the ghosts who were still queuing up beside the Naihe Bridge in the distance, "Those people will be reincarnated after stepping on the Naihe Bridge, but we ..."

He pointed at the ghosts present again, and shook his index finger: "But we won't end our lives just like this, we can still find a way to get out."

He Tang's eyes lit up immediately: "What can I do?"

"I don't know, you can ask your old neighbor!"

He Tang looked at Old Liu, opened his eyes wide to be cute, and called pitifully, "Uncle Liu, will you take us out?"

Before Lao Liu could answer, he straightened his face again: "No, being cute is useless to Uncle Liu."

Yang Jinshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he patted his head and comforted him, "There's no rush."

"He Tang, you can't leave." Old Liu ignored his self-talk and said seriously, "You can't leave the underworld, but brocade books and magic sticks can."

Yang Jinshu immediately asked, "Why?"

"Madam Six is ​​my soul-refining container. Now that she is gone, the devilish energy has moved from her to He Tang." Old Liu stretched out his hand, waving his fingers lightly, and He Tang, who had calmed down a lot, fell to the ground again with a scream , couldn't help covering his chest with his hands, but Lao Liu glanced at him lightly, and said calmly, "He Tang will replace his mother and become a vessel for my soul refinement."

"I'm afraid that won't work." The magic stick came to stand in front of He Tang and Yang Jinshu, and said awe-inspiringly, "Uncle Liu, there are ghosts all over the world, and their methods are similar to those of the Zhu family. If I guessed correctly, those are also I don't believe you have no other substitutes for your handwriting, so why must you hold on to He Tang?"

"Because He Tang is not from this world." Uncle Liu explained word by word, "His soul has traveled through two worlds and is no longer bound by the underworld. As long as I use him as a soul refining container and collect enough hostility , and then refine him into a golden elixir and eat it, I will not be under the jurisdiction of the underworld, and I can be the most carefree ghost in the world."

"I thought you had a lot of promise, but after a long time, you still just want to be a ghost." Fu Lan laughed, "If you can really succeed in refining your soul, not to mention returning to the sun, you can live forever in the sun." possible."

"Returning the yang? Why should I return the yang?" Lao Liu smiled and shook his head, as if he looked at him like a child who didn't know the importance, and said gently, "How can a man be as comfortable as a ghost, life and death are taken away in one thought."