Dressed as a Stepson of a Wealthy Cannon Fodder[Transmigration Book]

Coincidentally, the place occupied by Shan Taiqing and others is the hill where "Yan Xuan" used to be.

Xia Man asked, "Brother, what's so special about it?"

Ling Zizhe shook his head uncertainly, "I don't understand, maybe the connection point of the ghost gate is there. At the beginning, I felt that I liked it very much."

A love from the soul.

The people of Xuanmen marched in formation, and they could see everything at a glance from the top of the mountain.

Shan Taiqing sneered and looked down into the distance, where the clouds were thick.

Behind him stood a woman, wearing a thin red dress, with admiration in her eyes, "They are stepping into your plan step by step."

Shan Tai smiled lightly, "No, there is another accident."

The woman looked down, "That Xia Man? Why don't you let me kill him."

"He is the best hotbed I have chosen." Shan Taiqing restrained his expression, "That Ling Zizhe is not easy."

"However, it doesn't matter anymore. These people today will all contribute to my plan."

"Get them all ready, the Ten Thousand Souls Festival, it's time to start."

Waiting for the hell to open?

No, that's not his style.

When he does something, he either doesn't do it, or he takes the initiative in his own hands.

The gate of hell, let him come and open it with his own hands.

A roar that resounded through the sky suddenly exploded, and the entire area was disrupted by the sudden gust of wind.

Debris flew around, trying to erode the advancing phalanx.

It's just that the phalanx is really stable and unmoved at all.

In the center of the circle, Xia Man noticed something was wrong when he raised his head.

"Look in the sky!"

In the sky, one after another black shadows flashed quickly, at first there were only a few sparse ones, and gradually there were more and more, densely packed, as if they were going to swallow everyone.

Zhang Taiqing and the others looked at each other, and all the strange things were explained.

Ghost Festival!

Tens of thousands of ghosts were sacrificed, and no one survived in the formation, forcing the gate of ghosts to open.

It's just that they don't understand that Shan Taiqing is also in the formation at this moment!

Initiating the sacrifice of all ghosts, wouldn't he himself, including those of his disciples, all die?

Shan Taiqing is a complete lunatic.

Shan Taiqing stood on the high platform, feeling the pain of his soul being torn apart by thousands of ghosts, and laughed maniacally.

"Hahahahahaha..."

"This dirty world should have... long ago died."

The moment his soul was stripped, he seemed to see someone whom he had missed for thousands of years.

The young girl in cardamom blushed and called him: "Ziyun, you came to see me?"

But in the next second, the girl died in that indifferent and heartless night, lying in a pool of blood, gradually dying.

A tear fell from the end of Shan Taiqing's eye, like a shooting star, falling from the high platform.

——I live in hell, it is you who pull me to the world.

——You said that the world is beautiful, but in the end, the world pays you.

——Without you in the world, and without you in the underworld, then what is the use of this world for me.

Shan Taiqing's disciples prostrated themselves on the ground, they all smiled and approached the night.

The formation of Xia Man and others is also crumbling. Once the formation breaks, these people will all die.

Xia Man looked at Ling Zizhe, and found that the latter didn't know what he was doing, and his heart tightened instantly, "Brother, what are you going to do—"

Ling Zizhe turned his head and looked at him with gentle and hot eyes, "Xiao Man, wait for me to find you."

"No, brother—" Xia Man just raised his hand, but was suddenly dazzled by the dazzling golden light.

The golden light rose slowly, dispelling the surrounding darkness gradually.

Xia Man and the others felt their bodies lighten up, and a powerful force was protecting them.

Slowly, something emerged from the golden light.

Xia Man stared at the ball of light, tears dripped down, and his whole body condensed.

Why didn't he notice...how did he not notice his brother's actions...

late.........

It's too late.

Unexpectedly, what emerged from the golden light was a green-glazed door with intricate pictures and texts engraved on it.

Zhang Taiqing and the others felt dizzy after just one glance, and immediately avoided their eyes.

Xia Man watched helplessly, the door of hell opened wide, and countless mourning souls poured in.

On both sides of the ghost gate, two figures appeared, one black and one white. With a wave of their hands, the world fell silent.

"The gate of hell is wide open, all ghosts return—"

"Heaven and earth see you off, it's a good time to go—"

The distant and ethereal voice, with endless magic power, hits the soul directly.

The people below suddenly felt sleepy.

Gradually, he fell to the ground in all directions.

Xia Man held on, gritted his teeth, and stared at the door with tears in his eyes until his vision became more and more blurred and he fell down.

The Battle of the Marble Mountains was tragic, but it was also tragic.

The Ten Thousand Ghosts Festival requires tens of thousands of ghosts, so you can imagine how many people died.

To say the least, people from the Taoist sect suffered relatively little losses.

Some of the ones that were sent to the fragments were also found by the Taoist side.

Except, the dead one, and Ling Zizhe.

Old man Liu had just come out of the hospital and came to meet Zhang Taiqing.

The former shook his head, "Why is this kid so stubborn, how can he drink so much porridge?"

Mrs. Zhang counted the days, "Is it three days?"

"Well, over there in the underworld, have you been in touch?"

"The underworld is closed, only ghosts can enter, and the people over there can't be contacted."

Not to mention the ghost king, he couldn't even summon a little ghost.

Zhang Taiqing, who was going to visit, shook his head and left with Liu Lesheng.

No one wants to see Xia Man now.

His face was pale, his eyes were dull, and his mind was completely empty.

There was a pain in his stomach, but he just couldn't eat anything.

"You eat too little porridge. It's only been a few days, why are you hungry and thin?"

"I won't eat." Xia Man frowned unhappily, and was about to say something when he suddenly froze.

Who was talking to him just now?

At the door, the young man stood with a smile on his face, his phoenix eyes fixed on Xia Man, "I told you, why don't you believe me when I come back?"

"..." Xia Man burst into tears instantly, and said aggrievedly, "Who made you suddenly..."

He muttered something, but Ling Zizhe didn't hear clearly, looking at his emaciated appearance, his heart ached.

He hugged Xia Man gently, and patted his back, "Okay, okay, it's my fault."

"You, where are you going next time, you have to take me with you."

"Aren't you afraid of life?"

"..........You are."

So not so scared.

Ling Zizhe thought for a while, "That just so happens, I'm going somewhere, together?"

"it is good!"

"Then take care of your body early, good boy."

When Ling Zizhe came back, Xuanmen was really shocked.

who is thisYan Xuan, Ben Xuan, the only son of the King of Hades, didn’t he offer a sacrifice?

Co-author, those ghosts and gods are just playing to death?

Liu Lesheng looked at the invitation card in his hand, and was amazed, "When a person doesn't come back, he will die or live. Once this person comes back, he will be fine the next day."

Zhang Taiqing pinched the center of his brows, as he got older and read for a long time, his eyes felt uncomfortable.

"Ling Zizhe means, don't let us tell Xia Man?"

Liu Lesheng clapped the invitation card in his hand, "Hey, young people are playing with flowers, don't worry about it."

The young man who played with flowers went to the southern island alone three days later.

Feeling the breath of the sea breeze, Xia Man smiled happily, "Brother, the south has to be comfortable in winter!"

Ling Zizhe patted his head lovingly, "You like it, I will come here often in winter."

"it is good!"

The small island that Ling Zizhe booked was not too big, so the two got off the boat and went there empty-handed.

There are trees and bushes on both sides of the road. Although you can't see what is ahead, the direction is easy to find.

Ling Zizhe suddenly said: "I'm going to get something, you go to open the door first?"

Xia Man took the key and nodded, "Okay!"

The eaves of the buildings on the island are all "herringbone", wooden, and look simple and clean, which is very suitable for Xiaman's appetite.

At the end of the road, I finally saw a locked door.

He turned the lock, opened the door, pushed it open and entered—

"Bam—"

"Bam—"

The two ladies smiled eagerly, still holding the used firework tubes in their hands.

"Mr. Xia, hello."

"Here is the gift Mr. Ling prepared for you, please take a look."

They walked away sensibly.

Xia Man looked at each gift box in a daze.

Open it one by one and look at the past - Taomu, it must be a thousand years old, right?

The unicorn statue, the texture of this jade, can be called top-notch.

Auspicious animal picture!The statue of the beast town house!Five emperors money!Golden Sand Talisman Paper!Breaking evil......

Remove one by one, there is no easy one.

The final box was packed in a quaint wooden box with a note pasted on it.

The words on the note were sharp and elegant: the password is your birthday.

The wooden box was slowly opened, and there was a pen and a book inside.

It's too familiar.

"See?" Ling Zizhe's voice sounded.

Xia Man hugged the box, a little confused, "Brother, this...why is it here? Did you blow up the underworld?"

"......" Ling Zizhe laughed, "No, I just became an official, and these two things are under my control now."

He said again, "No, now it's under our control."

"Xiao Man, would you like to stay with me all the time?"

His eyes were gentle, and there seemed to be thousands of stars in his eyes.

All of a sudden, seeing Xia Man dizzy, blushing, nodded, "Well, I, yes."

Heart-to-heart lovers kiss in this romantic island.

The birds circled in the sky, flew away from the island, and headed for a farther direction.

Their stories came to an end briefly.

"Xiao Man, I'm glad you're here."

From one world, to this world, into his life.

Let his long and tasteless life be stained with color.

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