Raising ghosts is risky

Lu Wei threw away the broom, turned around and fled as if he saw something terrifying, the green plants in the aisle were pushed to the ground, he continued to scream and fled into the kitchen.Feeling confused, Xing Zhan immediately chased after him and blocked the door a moment before he closed it.

"Ah—" Lu Wei was still screaming, his pupils constricted, his expression was distorted, it didn't seem like he was pretending.

Xing Zhan's scalp was numb when he called him. If others heard it, they would think something happened: "What's your name! Shut up!"

The thin Lu Wei was no match for Xing Zhan, and he forced the door open to squeeze in. Seeing that Lu Wei wanted to escape again, Xing Zhan grabbed his collar and pressed him against the wall: "What are you running for!"

Lu Wei was panting violently, his chest was wheezing, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

Xing Zhan was completely confused, and patted his face: "Do you still recognize me? What are you afraid of?"

Lu Wei's lips couldn't stop trembling, as if he was looking at Xing Zhan, and also seemed to be looking at something behind Xing Zhan, tremblingly pointing at Xing Zhan: "Ghost! There is a ghost!"

Xing Zhan was terrified by what he said, and looked back, how could there be a ghost?Are there more ghosts in a hundred miles than he has seen?

"Where is the ghost? Hey, have you recovered from your illness?"

Lu Wei was trembling, gasping for breath, with tears and snot streaming down his nose: "Don't come here... Please... Woohoo, don't pester me again..."

Unable to have a normal human conversation at all, Xing Zhan let go of him impatiently, and he collapsed along the wall, sat on the ground and curled up into a ball, weeping uncontrollably.

It seemed that he was still ill and could not ask any questions. Xing Zhan shook his head and left, and Lu Wei screamed hoarsely from behind: "There is a ghost! There is a ghost——!"

Walking out of the cafe, his ears were quite clean. Xing Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, and left at a faster pace.

What the hell is Lu Wei doing?Xing Zhan has no clue at all.

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A few days later, Black and White Wuchang finally came back from vacation, Gong Mu couldn't wait to return the work of guarding the soul to them, and vowed that he would never take care of this matter again.

Right now, for Xing Zhan and Gong Mu, the most important thing is to find out the movements of Huaji ghost, but Huaji ghost appears and disappears like a ghost, and moves without rules, which is really unpredictable.Xing Zhan still has traces left by Hua Jigui on his body. Although it is not painful or itchy, it is always a hidden danger if it takes too long.

That night, the tea shop had just closed, and an unexpected guest came to Shuiyue's house.

Nearly twelve o'clock, Xing Zhan was about to go back to the house when he heard someone knocking on the door.

"Who is it, it's so late." Xing Zhan muttered.

"I gonna go see."

Opening the door of Shuiyue's house, following a wisp of smoke, a man stood at the door: "Master Xingjun, don't come here without any harm."

Gong Mu looked like he stepped on shit: "Judge Cui, why are you here?"

Judge Cui, one of the four great judges of the underworld, rewards good and punishes evil, and judges life and death.With a pen in his suit pocket and a book in his hand, he stopped at the door of Shuiyueren's house. He was gentle and elegant, and had an extraordinary bearing. If it wasn't for the dark and gloomy weather, he would have thought he was a scholar.

"It's rare to come to this world on a business trip, so of course I have to visit Lord Xingjun." Judge Cui said with a smile.

Gong Mu showed a smile that couldn't be more fake: "Don't come here without any problems, the weather is fine today, goodbye!" After speaking, he slammed the door shut.

"Who is it!" Xing Zhan stood at the stairs and poked his head curiously.

"Selling!" Gong Mu said coldly.

A puff of smoke came out of the tea house, and Judge Cui walked out of the smoke: "No, no, no, I'm not here for sales today."

Gong Mu was furious: "Why are you knocking when you can come in? Will you die if you don't pretend?"

"Oh, don't say that, he died a long time ago." Xing Zhan went down to the first floor. He was used to strange ghosts appearing in the tea house from time to time. What would you like? Tea or a drink?"

"Plain water is fine, thank you." Judge Cui said politely.

Gong Mu pulled Xing Zhan aside, lowered his voice and said, "Do you know who he is? He is the judge under the King of Hades. It's better to drive out this kind of plague god as soon as possible! Do you know? I went to the underworld in my previous life When I met him on business, he tried his best to sell me a ghost navigator called the latest production in the underworld. As a result, I only used it three times. The first time led me to the river, and the second time led me to a deserted ravine In the ditch!"

"Then what about the third time?" Xing Zhan asked.

"The third time it was hot for a long time, and it exploded!"

Judge Cui stretched his neck behind them to defend: "But there are indeed ghosts who drowned and fell to death in the river and mountains. As for the problem of fever, it has been solved with the advancement of technology. Are you really not going to try again?" ? It can quickly help you locate the ghosts and speed up your practice.”

"Get out!" Gong Mu roared.

Judge Cui was still smiling all over his face, completely unaware of being rejected.

But if there is nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall, the ghost who entered the door wants to be driven out again, how easy is it?

"What's the matter?" Gong Mu asked gruffly.

Judge Cui said with a smile: "Lord Xingjun, my mission is for the Ghost Festival."

The gate of ghosts is opened on the Ghost Festival, and the ghosts in the underworld will return to the human world, which can be called a major event in the underworld once a year.

"You know the rules of our underworld, Xingjun." Judge Cui said, "Every year during the Ghost Festival, lonely souls and wild ghosts come to the world to relax. Our underworld attaches great importance to ghost emperors and ghost messengers. What should we do? A good Hungry Ghost Festival is very important to maintain the peace of the world and the underworld. In line with the principle of allowing mortals and ghosts to celebrate the festival with peace of mind, the Ghost Emperor specially appointed me to preside over the overall situation."

Gong Mu stared at him for a long time, and said coldly: "Oh."

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely cold.

Judge Cui looked around as if he didn't realize it: "Master Xingjun, the environment here is good."

"What do you want to do!" Gong Mu asked vigilantly.

Judge Cui smiled like a fox: "Master Xingjun privately detained the lonely soul, I took the initiative to hide it for Xingjun. Although it is not a big deal, it will give Xingjun a bad reputation after all. We are ghosts if we say it nicely. In fact, they are running errands for the ghost emperor. Organizing the ghost festival is a hard job. We need a suitable venue for meetings and discussing details of the festival. This tea house has an elegant environment and a spacious area, which is perfect. Lord Xingjun will not refuse such a trivial matter."

"But this is not my tea house!"

Judge Cui raised his voice: "Mr. Xing, may I borrow your tea house for a few nights?"

Xing Zhan had been sleepy for a long time, sitting on the side and dozing off, with his head resting on one hand, nodding his head after pauses.

"Look, Mr. Xing agreed."

Gong Mu almost threw the cup in his hand to his face.

"Master Xingjun, don't act like you are facing a big enemy, just borrow a venue for a meeting." Judge Cui comforted.

"When?"

Judge Cui smiled cunningly again, and threw out a cloud of red smoke, which fell on the ground and spread out, as if a red curtain had been pulled open, and many ghosts came out one after another.

"Hey! I just asked you when! I didn't say yes!" Gong Mu roared.

But it was too late.

"It's now."

Ghosts, big and small, come out from the red smoke, Yasha ghost king, black and white impermanence, bull head horse face, day wandering god and night wandering god, as long as they can be called names in the underworld, they all came. They looked at the environment of Shuiyue family , while still talking about it.

"Judge Cui found a good place this time."

"Yeah, yeah, I used to just find a wilderness to hold a meeting, it's too careless."

"There's still tea to drink. I want to drink Longjing. Lemon tea is also fine."

"There's a big difference between the two."

Xing Zhan was startled by them, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a room full of strangely shaped ghosts, grabbed Gong Mu and said, "What's going on, what's going on!"

Gong Mu is also helpless, there is nothing to love in life.

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside the teahouse.

"Who is it again?" Xing Zhan said angrily, "No matter who it is, drive them away!"

When he opened the door, it turned out to be Lang Qian standing at the door.

It was twelve o'clock at midnight. "Xiaoqian, why are you still not home so late?"

Lang Qian said in embarrassment: "I forgot to bring the key. My aunt came to my house to take care of my mother these few days. They are all asleep and I am too embarrassed to disturb them. Brother Zhan, can I stay overnight in your tea house, just lay on the floor. "

This trivial matter was not a problem at first, but tonight... the corner of Xing Zhan's mouth twitched as he looked at the lively ghosts in the room.

But he couldn't shut out a kid like Lang Qian in the middle of the night, so Xing Zhan pulled him behind the bar: "You sit here first, I'll clean up my room, you sleep in my room tonight."

"Then why not, brother Zhan, I'll just sleep on the floor."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll be fine soon."

Xing Zhan was busy cleaning the house, while Lang Qian was sitting behind the bar looking around bored.I don't know if it's because of staying in Shuiyue's house for a long time, he also has some spiritual energy on his body, and he can vaguely see many people in the tea house, but when he looks closely, he can't see anyone.

He bowed his head and thought for a while, and took out a small bottle of eye drops from his schoolbag, which was given to him by Cang Bo, who said that using it at a critical moment would definitely have a miraculous effect.

So he dripped a drop or two and looked at the tea house again. He saw a child with a tall white hat lying on the shoulder of a man with a tall black hat and whispered. He saw a man with a bull's head and a man with a horse's head. During the arm wrestling, he also saw a gentle man in a suit smiling at Gong Mu.

Lang Qian rubbed his eyes, it seemed that he was too tired from enough rest.

A man with a steel fork in his hand and a dark complexion came to the bar and looked around curiously.Lang Qian let out a long sigh, and took out a thick book from his schoolbag. The book was radiant with golden light, and it was so sharp that you couldn't look directly at it. Impressively, there are two rows of big characters "Five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation".

Lang Qian opened the book, took out a pen, and calmly began to write questions.

On the other side of the teahouse, Gong Mu was still angry.

Judge Cui said politely: "Master Xingjun, please take a step to speak."

"What are you doing!" Gong Mu said angrily.

Judge Cui smiled playfully, half-closed his fox-like eyes: "I heard that Lord Xingjun is looking for the ghost body of Zhenjun Huaji."