Renew

"Dong Heng?" How could the bamboo knocking ghost not know who Mr. Dong Heng is? Even if he had never met him, he must have heard of the name. "It is rumored that Mr. Dong Heng never leaves Dongming Lake. Just to get rid of the flood?"

Hua Su said coldly: "I'm afraid the flood was led away by the fish fairy, otherwise I would say that one sings the red face and the other sings the bad face."

The bamboo knocking ghost was taken aback for a moment, and then felt it should be taken for granted, "Mr. Dongheng is a Sanxian, and he is not under the control of Jiutian. I heard that Jiutian didn't want her because she cultivated the way of ruthlessness. She doesn't know how to pity the world, nor This is true or false. She is very good at controlling water, so she won the Dongming Lake. If I were the fish fairy in the lake, I would definitely have a lot of dissatisfaction with her."

Hua Su's eyes showed contempt, "She can't go to heaven, it's because she doesn't have pity for the world, it's clearly because she is heartless and ruthless, she can't survive the calamity, and her realm can no longer be improved."

The bamboo knocking ghost didn't dare to disobey her. Whatever the ghost said, that's what it was.

Rong Li withdrew his hand from the bamboo, a red mark was pinched on the wrist bone.

She turned her wrist, considered what the two ghosts said, and said cautiously: "It's not unreasonable, Dong Heng saved people, not necessarily for the sake of making a fool of himself, those fish fairies might really be dissatisfied with her, she saved mortals, all the time." The first reason is to prevent the fish fairy from doing evil, and the second reason is to find a way to understand the seven emotions in the world, so as to survive the calamity."

Hua Su thought it was funny, "Are you talking for her? You haven't even met her before, so you should think of a reason for her."

Rong Li rubbed his wrist.

The bamboo knocker lying on the ground was out of breath, "I've told you everything I know."

Hua Su smiled coldly, looking down at him as if he was still in a high position.She turned to face the bamboo tree in the corner of the yard, and slammed a wave of ghost energy, shaking towards the soil under the bamboo.

The mud and sand were suddenly lifted up, and the spell that had imprisoned the bamboo tree was suddenly released.

The bamboos were swinging back and forth, as if they were bowing down to thank them, and they turned into green smoke and dispersed in an instant.

Looking again, there is no bamboo in the yard, the soil in that corner has been turned up softly, and there is nothing above it.

Seeing Hua Su turn around, the bamboo clattering ghost who fell on the ground crawled a few feet out on hands and feet.He raised his palm and slapped the stones on the ground, and the loosened soil immediately surged back, and the ground was arched, as if something was about to crawl under the feet of Rongli and Hua Su.

Rongli took a step back in a hurry, holding the painting at a loss.

Hua Su's face turned cold, his figure suddenly melted into smoke, and with the flick of his fingers he condensed into a human form in front of the bamboo knocking ghost, with five slender fingers grasping his neck.

The bamboo knocking ghost was terrified, and he gritted his teeth fiercely, the stones on the ground clattered, the yellow mud was broken, and a long arm of concrete stretched out from it, trying to grab Hua Su's feet.

With a twist of Hua Su's wrist, he abruptly broke the bamboo knocker's neck.

The yellow mud scattered from the air and fell to the ground.

Rong Li let out a long breath, his palms were covered with cold sweat.

"Beyond your own strength." After Hua Su finished speaking, he grabbed the bamboo knocking ghost's soul that was about to fly away, as if tearing a cloth, with a hiss, the soul was torn apart.

Rong Li was surprised, "He... died?"

"Dead." Hua Su stood up, flicking his palm, "If he just wanted to leave, I wouldn't stop him, it's a pity."

Rong Li mumbled: "The reason why you are looking for him is to know the materials used for painting ghosts. Could it be that you also want to make a new painting ghost?"

Hua Su smiled, and said vaguely: "It's so easy to make a painting, the right time and place, nothing less."

The red marks on Rong Li's wrist were still there, she rubbed her wrist and said, "I never thought you would help those bamboo demons escape."

Hua Su said slowly: "This bamboo knocker likes to eat bamboo spirits the most. When I came back last time, I could see dense bamboo shoots from outside the courtyard. I think they have eaten a lot of them."

"You are so kind." Rong Li was deeply surprised.

Hua Su said: "I have to find pouring ink."

Rong Li didn't ask her why she was looking for that ink, for a moment, she felt like she knew something, but it was like an unbroken lotus root, just as she was about to catch it, the thought submerged.

Hua Su was not in a hurry to get out of the ghost market, just about to walk out of the alley when he suddenly heard noises outside.

The sound of footsteps was chaotic, the howling of ghosts came from all directions, and the roof tiles were raised in the distance, as if they were looking for something.

Hua Su paused, frowned, and turned to look at Rongli.

Rong Li was stunned, wondering what this matter had to do with her, could it be that she was a living person who sneaked into the ghost market and was sniffed out by these ghosts?

Unexpectedly, Hua Su stretched out his hand, and those slender fingers reached for her chest.

Rong Li pursed his lips slightly, blushing, but Hua Su's outstretched hand suddenly stopped.

Chuizhu arched in fox fur, exposed his head, and opened his mouth, as if to scream.

Before Chui Zhu could cry out, he was grabbed by a beard, and it suddenly fell silent.

Hua Su said coldly: "I forgot about you, little thing."

Although Chuizhu was not as afraid of her as before, she was unavoidably suppressed by the cold coercion, and couldn't help feeling frightened. She wanted to scream, but her throat seemed to be blocked, no matter how she opened her mouth, she couldn't squeeze it. Make a sound.

Hua Su couldn't help laughing when he saw it staring, and the little cat had an unbelievable expression on its face.

Rongli raised his hand, wanting to push the pendant bead back.

Unexpectedly, Hua Su stretched out his hand, pinched the back of Chuizhu's neck, and lifted it abruptly.

When the back of Chuizhu's neck was pinched, the back of Hua Su's hand accidentally rubbed against Rongli's skirt, his hands were cold but slippery.

Rongli breathed a little anxiously, and remained silent.

Chuizhu was lifted over, waving its four claws wildly, and was suddenly bumped into a pouch, which was just enough to hold it.

Hua Su bundled up the pouch and tied the tie into a bow, "There is a universe in this pouch, it won't be stuffed to death, just hold it like this."

Rongli caught it with both hands, only to see that the pouch shrank suddenly, becoming as big as a sachet, and it was still light, not like it contained a cat.She hesitated to speak, and tied the sachet on the belt under the fox fur.

Hua Su looked at her for a while, then stretched out his hand to straighten her slightly open collar.

Rong Li stood still, but his eyes were lowered, and his gaze pretended to be casually swept across the back of his hand.

After the pendulum beads were put into the pouch, the noise in the ghost market seemed to be much quieter, and the ghosts running around also stopped.

Hua Su led her out of the alley, and said, "As soon as it opened its mouth, it let out its breath. Did it bark when we were at the bamboo knocking ghost?"

"Yes." Rong Li nodded.

Hua Su clicked his tongue, "Silly cat."

Rong Li blinked, and actually heard a little pampering, this ghost doesn't seem to dislike Chui Zhu so much anymore.

She thought Hua Su would leave the ghost market after she got the word from the bamboo knocking ghost, but she still walked on the long street for a while, and then stopped in front of a stall selling human skins.

There are all kinds of human skins on the stall, there are fat men with big ears, there are also delicate and exquisite girls, there are old men with white hair, and there are also children with long hair.

The Skinner followed behind without saying a word, his eyes widened, and he floated in the air carefully admiring the human skins on the stall.

There are quite a lot of human skins on the stall, but none can compare to the one on it.All the skins are very rough, although the hands and feet are well drawn, but the face is red and green, and the blush is smeared a lot, like a pole paper.

The Skinner looked at the skin on the blanket, then raised his hand to look at the clothes on his body, a little disappointment appeared on his dull face, and he floated higher.

Rong Li didn't know what Hua Su was doing here, she was a living person, standing in the ghost city and looking at the human skin was really strange, even though it was not real human skin, but painted with colored ink.

The stall owner was a white-haired old woman with deep wrinkles on her face, her eyes seemed to be blind, and she looked away with a fan.

Rong Li looked down for a while, not knowing what was so strange about this small stall.

The old woman said abruptly: "If you like it, you can try it."

Rongli took half a step back, not wanting to try.

As if she really wanted to buy it, Hua Su stretched out her hand to pinch a piece of skin and rubbed it with her fingers. She said in disgust, "Are there any other skins? These skins are too rough."

"Where it's rough, it's all drawn on high-quality paper. It just dried yesterday. If it's not smooth enough, I'll paint you with some oil." The old woman shook her fan, her pupils were light-colored, and her eyes were gray.

Hua Su lightly said, "What kind of oil did you use?"

"We have what kind of oil you want," the old woman said.

"I have freshly peeled human skin here, but I don't like this face." Hua Su said softly.

Rong Xin was startled, she was with this ghost every day, and she didn't know where she had skinned people.

The ghost woman raised the corner of her mouth, "If it's fresh skin, we can add a few strokes for you to make it look like you like."

Hua Su looked cold, "Really?"

The ghost woman stood up, apparently blind, but when she walked out of the stall, she didn't hit anything, as if she had eyes elsewhere on her body.She hooked her hands: "Come with me, let me see the skin you just peeled off."

Hua Su winked at Rongli, and followed him without changing his expression.

Rong Li clutched the sachet hanging by his waist, and when he followed up, he saw that the ghost woman had a pair of eyes on the back of her head.

Those pitch-black eyes were buried among the thinning white hair, if it wasn't for the black pupils, she really wouldn't be able to see them.

Rong Xin was beating like thunder, and hurriedly grabbed Hua Su's cuff.

The old woman walked along the long street, turned into an alley after a while, lifted the lid of a vat in the alley, and jumped in.

Rong Li probed in and saw that the crock was pitch black, like a bottomless pit.

Hua Su turned back and said, "Don't be afraid, just go in."

Rong Li watched her fall into the tank, hesitated for a while and dared not go forward, hesitating, a hand stretched out from inside and grabbed her wrist.

The suddenly outstretched hand startled her, she wanted to back away, but when she saw it again, she recognized it was Hua Su's hand, and took a breath before carefully crawling in.

Rongli's feet were empty, as if she had fallen from mid-air, and the surroundings were pitch black, no matter how much she stared, she couldn't see anything.

Fortunately, a ray of ghostly energy supported her, and she did not fall in pain, but fell steadily to the ground.

Groups of ghostly green will-o'-the-wisps gradually lit up, illuminating the surroundings.

The old woman slowly tore off the human skin, unlike the bloody skin of the skinned ghost, there was still a piece of skin inside.The original layer of skin was worn backwards, so a pair of eyes seemed to grow on the back of the head.

The outer skin was torn in half and piled up in a heap on the ground.

Unexpectedly, there was a man under the old woman's skin, but this man's face was ordinary, and he would be unrecognizable if thrown into a crowd of people.

The man cupped his hands and said to Hua Su: "I will wait for a long time, my lord."

Rong Li was startled, she never expected that the fact that Hua Su bought the skin was fake, but seeing the ghosts under her was the real one.

Hua Su nodded, and with a hook, the stool in the distance was dragged closer, but instead of sitting, she raised her hand to press Rongli's shoulder, "Sit."

Rong Li sat down and saw the man showing a surprised expression.

Hua Su said coldly, "I thought you had already left."

The man said respectfully: "How can the little one leave before the adult speaks?"

"When I came back last time, I found nothing." Hua Su said.

The man lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes: "Master Guan's cultivation has recovered a lot now, I don't know what orders you have."

"Since the last farewell, I don't know where Gu Cen has gone. Has she ever come to look for you?" Hua Su asked.

The man shook his head: "Master Gu Cen has never been here, but a letter came a while ago, asking me to prepare a batch of new skins for her."

Hua Su pondered for a while, "Is she here to get the skin?"

Man: "No, the agreed date is two days later."

He raised his hand and pointed to the dye vat in the distance, "Look, my lord, this is the batch of skins that Gu Cen ordered."

Hua Su didn't take it seriously, she lowered her eyes and thought for a while, "Well, you can tell her something for me."

The man cupped his hands: "My lord, let's talk."

Hua Su raised his eyes, "It doesn't matter if you spend a little more time looking for the ink, if the ink is still alive, please send me a letter."

Rong Li understood, this twists and turns, still looking for pouring ink, is it possible that he really wants to create another painting ghost?This ghost didn't want Shendu to cut bamboo to make a brush, so he started to do it himself.

The man responded, "I will bring the words to you."

Hua Su said again: "There is no need to say more about the rest."

The man said solemnly: "I understand."

Hua Su lightly placed his hand on Rongli's shoulder, "The bamboo knocker ghost is dead, and Shen Du will definitely notice it in the next few days."

The man was stunned, and quickly said: "It's okay, there are not many small ones, only skins, and I won't let him find out."

Hua Su nodded, glanced sideways at the dye vat, a little impatiently, "How skinny."

The man turned around and walked towards a dye vat, and reached out his hand to fish out the soaked skin. There are people and beasts, which are much more exquisite than the ones on the stall, and it seems that they have spent a lot of thought.

Floating in mid-air, the skinning ghost poked his head to look, his eyes lit up.

Rongli didn't know why, and then heard Hua Su say: "It's hard to come to the ghost market, and it's hard to justify not bringing some souvenirs. Seeing that you care so much about this little peeling skin, let it choose a few skins it likes."

Little Bopi stared, unexpectedly he could get a souvenir.

Rong Li murmured: "Then what about me."

"You want skin too?" Hua Su snorted.

Rong Li shook his head, what does she want skin for, she is not a skinner.

The corners of Hua Su's mouth curled up slightly, "You are indispensable."

Rong Li's eyelashes trembled, he raised his head and said to the skinning ghost: "You just pick it."

The little peeling skin fell to the ground, and the peony embroidered skirt fluttered. He hurriedly walked towards the man carrying the skin, looked at the skins in his hand, and then chose a few that he liked.It hugged the skin tightly and didn't let go, although there was no joy on its face, it should be really happy.

Hua Su got annoyed when he saw it was happy, and waved his hand: "What are you doing, wrap it up for him."

The man reached out to pick it up, carefully wrapped the leather in brocade, and glanced back quietly, with surprise in his eyes, he had never seen an adult treat anyone so kindly.

Rong Li was not blind, he saw the man's gaze.

She pursed her lips, seemingly calm, but in fact, it was as if firecrackers were ignited in her heart, crackling, exploding to the tip of her heart and burning to her throat.

She knew that Hua Su was suspicious, but since she was suspicious, why did she treat her so well?Is there a little bit of reluctance and partiality?

She will die soon, and she will fall into a long sleep at some point. It doesn't matter if she becomes a ghost, maybe she can follow her into Cangming City to have a look.Taking advantage of her frail body and taking advantage of Hua Su's partiality, she wanted to work hard to do something before the truth came out.

You have to go through the tile vat to enter the underground, and you have to go through the tile vat to go out.

This time, Rong Li was already indifferent, he lifted the corner of his skirt and crawled into the tank, and then pulled her out with one hand.

Hua Su turned his head and glanced at the skinned ghost holding the silk, clicked his tongue lightly, and then said to Rongli: "You are a mortal, maybe there is nothing suitable for you in this ghost market, but if you can see It’s eye-catching, just buy it back.”

Rong Li walked along the street for a while, looking around, the vendor sold mostly things from the underworld, and it really didn't look like a mortal like her.

Hua Su didn't urge her, but just followed her.

The street was peaceful, and Wu Gui found that the soul of the bamboo knocking ghost had been torn apart.

Rongli was actually a little worried. If the Bamboo Knocking Ghost had a connection with Cangming City and it disappeared, then Shendu might have discovered it immediately, so she left in a hurry, wanting to find someone she liked quickly. just go.

There are still many coffins on the street, and the strange thing is that there are sachets for sale beside the coffins.

Sitting by the side of the stall was a little girl who seemed to be five or six years old.

The girl's voice was low and hoarse, "If the girl likes it, then come and have a look."

This way of inviting guests is no different from the world.

Rong Li approached, picked up a sachet and took a closer look, it was embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water, black background and silver thread, it looked a bit unlucky to a living person, but her half body was buried in the soil, It doesn't matter if it's bad luck or not.

It's silver and black, it looks a bit like Hua Su's hair.

The girl said in a low voice, "The sachet in the girl's hand is good. It can store broken limbs and bones. It looks like it is put in, and it looks like it is taken out."

Rong Li thought it was just an ordinary sachet, but when he heard that it has such a purpose, he asked in surprise: "Then it is a flower."

The girl smiled: "Several limbs and bones can be preserved, let alone flowers and plants."

Rong Li turned his head and glanced at Hua Su.

Hua Su understood, and with a flip of his hand, he threw out a bead-like thing.

The stall owner took it right away, pinched up his cuffs and carefully wiped it, then squeezed out a smile and said, "Oh, this is a treasure. If the girl is interested in something else, feel free to take it."

Rong Li shook his head, took the sachet and left, turned his head and asked, "What did you give her?"

Hua Su said: "The deciduous teeth of the ghost baby."

Rong Li only feels that there are many wonders outside of the human world.

Hua Su said again: "The deciduous teeth of the ghost baby are harder than bronze and iron, and they are white and smooth. They are very beautiful when they are ground into beads. But taking the teeth from the ghost baby's mouth is like snatching food from the mouth of a tiger."

Rong Li understood it, he clearly wanted to say that it was not easy to get this deciduous tooth.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Then it's amazing that you can get this tooth."

Hua Su stopped talking immediately.

Draw the gate of the ghost head, push it open and leave the ghost market, and return to the mortal world in a blink of an eye.

It was still night in the mortal world, the inn was quiet and desolate, and the sound of banging was heard from afar.

Rong Li went to prop up the window, a branch stretched out from the window, and a lonely leaf grew on it.

The leaves were already withered and yellow, and they were crumbling on the branches. If the wind had blown harder, it might have been blown away.

She stretched her hand out of the window, picked off the leaf, carefully tore open the silver and black sachet, and put the leaf in.

Hua Su asked from behind: "What are you doing?"

Rongli closed the window, and when he turned around, there was a very shallow smile on his lips, cunning in his almond eyes, vaguely worried about something.In an instant, she narrowed her gaze again, lowered her eyes and reached out to tug on Hua Su's cuff.

Hua Su raised his hand without knowing why, but Rong Li gently pinched his wrist and turned his palm up.

The sachet embroidered with mandarin ducks fell on her palm, as light as if there was nothing inside.

The ghost, who had always been aloof, bent his five fingers at a loss, and his cold and distant expression changed.

"What do you mean?" Hua Su frowned.

"Open it and have a look." Rong Li let go of her hand, staring at the ghost in front of her almond-shaped eyes, refusing to blink.

Hua Su opened the belt, saw the withered and yellow leaves inside, and said jokingly: "I bought this sachet for you, but you..."

Before he could speak, the person opposite spoke softly.

"Dongyuan Festival is over, and I won't be able to break off the plum branches in the first snow in the future. If you don't... just let it go?"

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