Can you give me the broken impermanence?

When Song Qingming opened his eyes, he found that he was sitting in a white sedan chair. The sedan chair was bumping forward, and beside him was an enchanting woman who was shaking a round fan, and winked at him flirtatiously.

"Ghost grandma?!" Song Qingming immediately recognized her, and shrank back.

Ghost grandma bent her lips and smiled: "I thought you had forgotten about him long ago, but I didn't expect you to remember."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to Song Qingming's cheek.

Before being touched again, Song Qingming hid aside and asked coldly, "What are you going to do?"

Unable to touch his face, Grandma Gui smiled and withdrew her hands, and said in a cold tone: "As entrusted by the black robe, I will treat you well."

Song Qingming's mind is full of doubts at the moment: "Who is the black robe?"

"I don't know who the black robe is either." Speaking of the black robe, Ghost Grandma showed some dissatisfaction on her face, and then looked at Song Qingming through gritted teeth: "But if he hadn't helped me, I'm afraid I've been practicing for thousands of years. His mana has long been destroyed in the hands of you and that impermanent."

Song Qingming's face became a little ugly: he hurriedly reached out to touch the Yin Candle Book in his arms, but just as he reached in, he suddenly heard that he had put the book in his luggage and forgot to take it out.

Seeing his flustered appearance, Grandma Gui put the fan in front of her lips and smiled lightly, her eyes slipped down from his face, and finally stopped on the sachet at his waist, her eyes darkened: "That impermanence snatched my Blood Bodhi was actually given to you..."

With a hook of her finger, the sachet flew out from Song Qingming's waist, and finally fell into the hands of Grandma Gui.

Ghost Grandma took out the Blood Bodhi from the sachet, and played with it in her hands: "Last time you made me miserable, I will not let you and that impermanence go!"

Song Qingming said in a deep voice: "It's not that you have committed many evils and suffered retribution."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ghost Grandma's face suddenly became ferocious and terrifying. After leaning close to him, she pressed the sharp nails of her right hand against the most vulnerable part of his neck, and said ruthlessly: "Beauty, think about your current situation." , Kneel down and beg me before it's too late, how dare you talk to me like this?"

The nails dug into the flesh for a while.

Song Qingming frowned slightly. His current situation was indeed very dangerous. Xie Yu was not there, and the treasure book was not on him. Just now, he glanced out of the sedan chair through the gap in the curtain. He didn't know where the wilderness was outside. There was no one to call for help.

It is also a strategy for a hero not to suffer from immediate losses.

He coughed lightly, gently pushed Grandma Gui's hand away with his index finger, and said, "Look, we are alike, we both have short tempers. I have learned a lot during this time, among them is the short temper People will suffer more than others, so we both calm down and don't be emotional slaves, okay?"

Ghost Grandma raised her eyebrows slightly, but finally withdrew her hand, and said coolly, "You're pretty good at fooling around."

After saying this, the sedan chair also stopped, and Song Qingming got out of the sedan chair following Granny Ghost.

Outside was a huge stone cave. Countless slender white-clothed ghosts stood in two rows with their heads down. In the middle stood a huge coffin with a bright red lettering "Lei" stuck on it.

After the ghost grandma went to the coffin and patted it twice in satisfaction, she suddenly exerted force on her wrist, and the lid of the coffin flew out. She reached into the coffin and touched the person lying inside.

"Put the little Taoist priest up first, and go to the chapel tomorrow at an auspicious time."

Hearing the words "little Taoist priest", Song Qingming froze, and hurried to the coffin, and saw that the person lying inside was indeed Si Chen.

So Si Chen kept talking about the ghost grandma who was going to pick him up? !

"Did you throw the gold tied with the red thread?" Song Qingming asked.

Ghost Grandma shook her fan and rolled her eyes at him: "That's a Najib gift from me, whoever picks it up is equivalent to accepting my marriage proposal, but it was picked up by an ordinary-looking servant before, and I still have a bit of a headache , I didn’t expect this little Taoist priest to come to the door by himself, since he snatched my Najili gift, he is naturally mine.”

It was the first time Song Qingming had heard of such an unreasonable Najib.

"You don't even ask him if he is willing? Don't you know that twisted melons are not sweet?" Song Qingming said angrily.

The ghost grandma smiled and blinked at Song Qingming: "Who says it's not sweet? I tasted it, and it's sweet."

As she spoke, she pointed to the grieving ghosts standing on both sides: "These are all melons I twisted, one, two, three... so many melons, all of them are sweet."

Song Qingming opened his mouth wide, but was unable to utter a rebuttal for a while.

It seems that this ghost grandmother often snatches beautiful men here, and then kills them after playing with them, making these resentful spirits who will only obey her orders.

Song Qingming looked worriedly at Si Chen who was still in a coma.

When she was lost in thought about what to do, Grandma Ghost floated behind him quietly: "You are in danger now, so don't worry about him."

A few slender and resentful souls jumped to Song Qingming's side and lifted him up high with all hands and feet. Seeing him being carried away, the ghost grandma smiled and waved the round fan in her hand: "Be obedient, they will treat you well." your."

Song Qingming was carried by these grieving ghosts to a hot spring, and after throwing him into the warm water, the ghosts turned around and floated outside the door to guard.

His clothes became heavy in an instant after being soaked, he dragged his heavy body and struggled to climb out of the hot spring, he couldn't help but sighed, in less than one night, his clothes were already wet twice.

He wrung out his clothes and began to look for the exit. There were uneven stone walls on all sides, and the top was very high. It seemed that he should be in a huge cave now, except for the door guarded by the ghosts, there was no other place. Able to leave the exit.

Could it be that he had to wait for Xie Yu to rescue him?

Just as he was thinking, his limbs and bones suddenly began to hurt sharply, and a fishy sweetness surged up. He resisted the blood surging in his throat, but a trace of blood still overflowed from the corners of his lips.

Holding on to the stone wall beside him, Song Qingming shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the dizziness in front of him, but his right shoulder suddenly sank.

A pale hand rested on his shoulder, cold and lifeless.

Song Qingming was taken aback, turned around hastily, and saw a familiar face.

"Lu Fuyu? How did you get in here?" Song Qingming looked at the ghost floating in front of him in surprise.

Although Lu Fuyu's appearance is considered good-looking, but now his face is as pale as paper and he is dead, he is still a little weak.

Lu Fuyu said slowly: "I have been hiding in the jade pendant, so the ghost grandma didn't find me."

There is one more person... No, it is because there is one more ghost who can help him. Song Qingming breathed a sigh of relief: "Is there a way for you to leave?"

Lu Fuyu: "It's very complicated here, and with Ghost Elder's enchantment and those grudges under him, it's hard to find a way out. Even if I came to find you, I'd take a certain risk. But when Si Chen was brought by Ghost Elder Before leaving, I left a message for Xie Yu, he should already be on his way here."

Hearing that Xie Yu was coming, Song Qingming instinctively smiled: "That's great..."

"Don't be too happy." Lu Fuyu interrupted him faintly: "Ghost grandma will probably attack you before Xie Yu arrives here."

The hope that had just been ignited was extinguished again, Song Qingming asked with a low expression: "You came here to tell me this?"

Only then did Lu Fuyu show a little nervous expression on his calm face: "Si Chen is in trouble."

Song Qingming: "Ghost grandma went to look for him?"

Lu Fuyu shook her head: "No, the ghost grandma will come to you first after she said so."

Song Qingming collapsed: "It sounds like I'm in trouble, right?"

Lu Fuyu took a step forward: "Si Chen has not woken up, I am afraid that he will soon become like the grieving ghosts outside, and in the end he will only listen to the ghost grandma's mercy."

That pale face was almost on Song Qingming's eyeballs, he was so frightened that he took two or three steps back and said, "I want to help him too, but I can't get out from here, how can I help him?"

Lu Fuyu looked up.

Song Qingming also looked up along his line of sight, only to find that there was a very inconspicuous hole in the high place, but that place was as tall as five people.

"You let me climb up?" Song Qingming shook his head vigorously: "It's too high, I definitely can't climb up..."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Fuyu grabbed his collar expressionlessly and threw him towards the cave above.

Before Song Qingming could even scream, he fell hard into the hole and ate a mouthful of ashes.

Lu Fuyu floated to his side, and asked indifferently: "Are you all right?"

Song Qingming looked at his scratched hands, and said with a mournful face: "Your uncle Lu Fuyu, when Si Chen wakes up, I will let him peel off your skin!"

Lu Fuyu didn't speak, but turned to look in front of the hole.

The hole became narrower and narrower as it went forward, and finally it was only enough for one person to crawl forward. In order to lead the way for Song Qingming and not allow herself to take up space, Lu Fuyu concealed her entire body, leaving only one head floating in front.

Looking at that human head, Song Qingming still couldn't help it—a chill.

After crawling for a long while before seeing the light, Lu Fuyu didn't have the rudeness before this time, but took Song Qingming's collar with one hand and took him down.

Si Chen was lying on a huge bed with his eyes closed. The clothes on his body were changed into red wedding clothes at some point. The white veil fluttered with the cold wind.

...like having a wedding in a mourning hall.

Lu Fuyu hurriedly floated to Si Chen's side, and leaned over to caress his cheek, which was much more tender than when he was talking to Song Qingming just now. "Wake up Si Chen, you can't sleep anymore."

Si Chen didn't have the slightest intention to open his eyes, and Lu Fuyu's expression became more and more anxious.

Song Qingming walked over holding his heart: "To be honest, you can't wake him up, so how can I wake him up?"

Lu Fuyu frowned and raised her head: "You can...you can definitely wake him up."

Seeing his anxious appearance, Song Qingming shook his head helplessly, he could only try, he pushed Lu Fuyu away, sat on the side of the bed and looked at Si Chen carefully.

His breathing was steady, his face was rosy, and he looked like he was completely asleep, but he couldn't wake him up no matter what.

Song Qingming turned to look at Lu Fuyu: "Since you begged me, you must not be angry at anything I do."

Lu Fuyu looked at him suspiciously, but finally nodded.

Song Qingming rolled up his sleeves, and slapped Si Chen on the face several times without saying a word: "Si Chen! If you don't get up again, you're going to get married!!"

Si Chen's face swelled up in the blink of an eye.

Lu Fuyu on the side recovered from the shock, hurriedly grabbed Song Qingming's wrist, and shouted coldly: "What are you doing?!"

Song Qingming explained: "I can only think of this method, you just said that you won't be angry!"

Lu Fuyu was about to lose his temper when Si Chen, who was lying on his back, suddenly muttered uncomfortably: "No..."

Si Chen's eyelids moved slightly, and he opened them with some effort after a while.

Song Qingming was overjoyed: "Look, this trick is easy to use!"

After waiting for a while for a response, Song Qingming turned his head to look, only to find that there was no ghost of Lu Fuyu beside him, so he couldn't help frowning.

This guy is still hiding from Si Chen.

Si Chen touched his painful face and sat up, blinked and looked around: "Where is this?"

Seeing that he really didn't know anything, Song Qingming had no choice but to tell the story from the beginning, but skipped the part about Lu Fuyu.

Lu Fuyu wanted to hide all his heart, but even a bystander couldn't tell.

After listening to this, Si Chen also began to feel depressed: "I don't have the charm and sword on me, even if I have those things, I'm afraid I can't beat that ghost grandma with my skills."

The two faced each other with frowning faces, and Si Chen covered his face for a while and asked aggrievedly: "My face hurts so much, it feels like someone slapped me a few times."

Song Qingming said with a guilty conscience: "Ghost grandma did it. When I escape, I will ask Xie Yu to help you avenge."

The jade pendant on Si Chen's waist lit up in dissatisfaction with his lying.

Song Qingming pretended not to see it, stood up and looked around: "Grandmother Ghost has probably noticed that I'm missing, and she's looking for me right now. If you continue to sit here, you're waiting for death."

Si Chen also stood up, and looked at Song Qingming with no idea: "Then what should we do now?"

Song Qingming: "Although the spell is gone, you still have brains and hands. Draw some now."

Si Chen said dejectedly: "You also know that I'm a half-hearted person, and the spells I draw sometimes work and sometimes don't work."

Song Qingming: "The dead horse should be treated as a living horse doctor."

Si Chen nodded, but turned his head to look around: "I don't have pen and paper, where do I want to draw..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Qingming suddenly squeezed his heart tightly and squatted down. Sensing that something was wrong with him, Si Chen hurriedly got off the bed to support him: "Mr. Song, are you alright?"

Song Qingming originally wanted to say that he was fine, so he could spit out a big mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth.

Looking at the blood on the ground, Si Chen put on a straight face, grabbed Song Qingming's wrist and checked his pulse.

After a while, Si Chen frowned and looked at him: "You... your heart has been broken."

Seeing Si Chen's worried expression, Song Qingming forced a pragmatic smile: "Don't worry, I won't die yet, I promised Xie Yu that I will live and stay with him."

Si Chen still frowned, but finally nodded.

Song Qingming looked at the bloodstains on the ground, and his eyes fell on Si Chen's red wedding dress, and asked for a while, "Si Chen, if you write a hundred spells, how many of them will be useful?"

Si Chen was a little confused by the question. He really hadn't paid attention to the accuracy of his talisman on weekdays. After thinking for a while, he finally answered: "There must be ten ways that are useful."

A sly smile flashed across Song Qingming's eyes: "Do you know how to hide a drop of black ink so that others can't find it?"

Si Chen shook his head blankly.

Song Qingming: "It is natural to mix it into the ink."