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"Fuck, a bunch of unscrupulous pigeon spirits!"

Late at night, on the empty and cold road, Ming Yi was venting his anger at a tree.

Originally, the brothers made an appointment to go to the ghost market in the south of the city tonight, but they sent messages one by one saying that they would stay at home with their wives, leaving him alone to wait for more than half an hour.

It's strange to say that these people were still single when they died, why do they all have wives now?

Ming Yi kicked the tree roots again, thinking that since there was no ghost to accompany him, it would be pointless for him to go by himself, so he might as well go back to sleep.

Just as he was thinking this, a voice suddenly yelled in the distance: "Stop for me!"

Hearing the sound, Ming raised his head subconsciously, and saw an evil ghost covered in blood and full of anger running towards him in the distance.

Before Ming Yi could react, the other party quickly grabbed him by the neck, and threatened the kid who was chasing him, "Don't come here, or I'll eat him!"

The chasing little ghost was dressed in a long robe official uniform, a black tall hat on his head, a soul chain in his hand, and a mourning stick pinned to his waist. His face was full of anger, and he was about to swear. The words that came to his lips were instantly swallowed back, and he muttered in a low voice: "The little overlord of the Ming family!"

The evil ghost was far away, so he couldn't hear what he said clearly. He just looked at the ghost guard vigilantly, but he didn't notice that the face of the little ghost in his hand was getting darker and darker.

The ghost messenger kindly reminded: "I advise you to go back to the underworld with me to be punished honestly, otherwise it will be too late to regret later."

The evil ghost snorted coldly: "Are you kidding me? I managed to escape from that ghostly place and go back? Go and live your big dream!"

The stench of blood on the evil ghost's body stimulated Ming Yi's nasal cavity, making him feel nauseous, and his anger grew even stronger.

He clenched his fists and said in a dark tone, "Release."

Not only did the evil spirit not let go, but it pinched even tighter, and warned in a low voice, "Be quiet."

Seeing this scene, the ghost messenger took a half step back subconsciously, a meaningful expression appeared on his pale face, and there was a bit of pity in the eyes of the evil ghost.

This silly boy, it's over.

As soon as the idea appeared in his mind, a scream came from his ear.

The evil ghost who was still choking the little ghost's neck a second ago now had his face on the ground and Ming Yi's right arm was held in his hand. As his strength increased, the evil ghost's soul body visibly shook.

The evil ghost let out a shriek, and in the blink of an eye, the arm was forcibly torn off, and it was thrown aside like trash.

"It's so ugly that you dare to touch me with dirty hands, it's so disgusting!" Ming Yi stepped on the evil ghost's back in disgust, not letting him move, and asked the ghost messenger with his head tilted: "What does this ghost do? "

The ghost guard was also a little frightened by this scene, swallowed, and explained: "He...he is an evil ghost who escaped from the underworld. He ate the souls of many little ghosts in the underworld. We were ordered to capture them."

Ming Yi raised his eyebrows and muttered, "Evil ghost."

The evil ghost didn't understand the deep meaning of his murmur, and kept cursing in his mouth. He curled his lips together, bringing up the two small dimples at the corners of his lips. He looked handsome and cute, but what he did next was not cute. The first half of the relationship.

The foot on the evil ghost's back was like a big mountain, pressing him so that he couldn't move at all. The evil ghost struggled hard, and suddenly felt one of his thighs being grabbed by the opponent, and he was torn out forcefully.

Pulling his entire soul out of shape, the evil spirit's expression was instantly ferocious, and the cursing in his mouth turned into howling, until the leg couldn't bear the huge pulling force, and it was completely separated from the body, just like the severed arm. Drop it on the ground.

When the ghost messenger next to him saw this scene, his face was all tangled up and he didn't dare to look directly.

Seeing that Mingyi had no intention of stopping, the evil ghost finally couldn't bear the pain, and cried out to the ghost messenger: "Ghost messenger, help me! I was wrong, I'm guilty, I'm going to obey the law, I want to go back to the underworld, blah, blah, please!" You save me!"

Just now he saw that this little ghost was harmless, so he dared to step forward to threaten him. Who would have thought that the seemingly weak little ghost would be so ruthless with his hands, directly tearing the little ghost's hands and feet, even the King of Hades is not so cruel.

Blame him for being stupid, for not listening to the advice of Mr. Guichai, now I really regret it!

Seeing him like this, the ghost messenger couldn't bear to persuade him: "Young master, look... can you let it go this time, I have to use it to show Master Wuchang."

Hearing this, Ming Yi raised his foot and kicked the evil ghost to the ghost guard's feet, and said flatly, "Return you."

The ghost messenger thanked him again and again, picked up the soul chain and tied up the lingering evil ghost, and prepared to leave.

At this time, Ming Yi suddenly said: "Wait."

The ghost messenger stopped, and asked flatteringly, "Master Ming, do you have anything else to do?"

Ming Yi asked bluntly, "Do you have any money with you?"

"Ah?" Guicha was stunned: "I brought... I brought it."

Ming Yi pointed at the evil ghost: "Tie it to a tree first, and you can accompany me to the ghost market to buy something."

The ghost guard glanced at the evil ghost who was about to pass out from the pain, and hesitantly said: "This..."

Ming Yi frowned: "Is this urgent?"

Ghost messenger: "It's not urgent, but I'm afraid that he will run away again, so I won't be able to explain to my superiors."

Master Wuchang ordered this evil spirit to be captured. He wanted to bring the evil spirit back as soon as possible to avoid any mishaps along the way.

Ming Yi glanced at the evil ghost and sneered, "Do you dare to ask it?"

The evil ghost, who was about to pass out from the pain, woke up instantly, shook his head again and again, and shouted in horror: "Don't dare, I promise not to run away!"

"..." The ghost guard said again: "Even if he doesn't run away, if other ghost guards see him, take this ghost away..."

Then his credit will change hands!

Guicha didn't have the nerve to say the latter words clearly.

Ming Yi clicked his tongue impatiently, looked around, and glanced at the severed arm on the ground. He pointed to a tree by the roadside and said to the ghost: "Tie it up."

After a while, the ghost guard looked at the big characters "If you touch others die, stay tomorrow" written in blood on the ground, he couldn't help but shivered, and even felt a dull pain in his arm.

Ghost City in the South of the City:

Ming Yi walked forward with his hands behind his back, humming a ditty, his dark eyes kept looking around, picking out the small objects he was interested in.

The ghost messenger followed step by step, carrying a few bulging bags in his hands, his face full of bitterness.

I have long heard that the young master of the Ming family is a well-known bully, and even dares to pull the beard of Lord Yan when he is upset.

If there is a kid who is short-sighted and provokes him, it will be easy to beat the opponent to death.

Just like the evil ghost just now, whose hands and feet were ripped off, and tied to a tree to endure the pain of severed limbs, it is estimated that even if there is a chance to reincarnate in the future, it will still be a congenital disability.

Thinking of this, Guicha's bitterness grew even heavier.

He came out to catch the evil spirits tonight, and he didn't bring much money with him at all. He walked around with the little bully, and there was not much money left in his pocket, but the little ancestor obviously didn't have enough time to walk around.

How should he explain and get away early?

In case something wasn't said well and made this little overlord unhappy, would he even hit the official messenger?

He thought about it, and felt that it was really possible.

This little ancestor is fearless, so there should be few things he dares not do.

The more the ghost messenger thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more wronged he became, and he couldn't help sobbing in a low voice.

Ming Yi was very interested in shopping, when he suddenly heard a soft sob, looked back suspiciously, and saw the ghost guard following behind him crying.

He asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

The ghost guard sniffed and said falteringly: "I... I have no money."

Ming Yi paused, looked at the big and small bags in his hand, and said regretfully: "Oh, I have no money, so let's go back, just a little tired from shopping."

The ghost messenger was astonished, is Xiaobawang so easy to talk to?

Ming Yi ignored his surprise, turned around and brought a pen and paper to the stall owner next to him, and asked the ghost messenger, "What's your name?"

The ghost didn't understand: "What."

Ming Yi repeated: "I ask what is your name?"

The ghost messenger was so frightened that he almost knelt down in front of everyone, and asked with a bitter face, "Little ancestor, why are you remembering my name?"

Could it be that he planned to make a list and kill his whole family because he didn't enjoy shopping?

Ming Yi didn't understand, so: "Write an IOU. How much did you spend today? I'll write you an IOU. You go to the Town God's Temple to ask my grandfather for money."

The ghost messenger stopped crying, and waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I don't want this money."

Ming Yi was dissatisfied and said: "How can it be done, I, Ming Yi, am not a ghost who owes money and refuses to pay back."

The ghost messenger had no choice but to tell him his name, watching him write an IOU, it was very sad to hold it in his hand.

Who would dare to ask City God for money with the IOU!

Ming Yi didn't think too much about it, so he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Thank you for today, Qinglin Town God's Temple, don't forget."

Guicha nodded on the face, but he had no intention of asking for the money at all.

Ming Yi stuffed his hands into his pockets, turned around, and walked towards the exit of the ghost market alley, humming a song.

At the entrance of the ghost city alley, an old ghost wearing a tattered Taoist uniform squatted on the ground, with a fortune-telling booth in front of him, looking around with his eyes, trying to see if there was any little ghost who could fool him.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the kid who was walking towards him.

This kid is young, handsome, with almond eyes, black eyes, round face, and two small dimples at the corners of his mouth when he smiles, he looks cute and pleasing, humming a little song while walking, looking very leisurely.

He is obviously a little ghost, but he is not as lifeless as other ghosts, and there is no resentment around him, but he is a very special little ghost.

Looking at his clothes, it seems simple, but with a little knowledge, you can tell that both the clothes and the shoes are modern high-end brands, and you can see that he was a rich young master from a wealthy family before his death.

Wait, this little ghost is actually followed by a ghost bag, my God, a rare big client!

The old ghost rubbed his hands together, his eyes glowed with gold, and even his lifeless face was filled with joy.

Ming Yi didn't know that he was already being watched by other ghosts, and continued walking towards the exit, when suddenly an old voice sounded, blocking his way: "Young master, I think you look good, do you want to come and tell me?"

Ming Yi paused, turned his head to look at the old ghost: "Huh? Why haven't I seen you before."

Every time the ghost market opens on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, he will bring his friends over to play when he has nothing to do. Most of the merchant ghosts who set up stalls here are familiar to him, but this old ghost has a very unfamiliar face.

The old ghost explained with a smile: "I am a new ghost who just passed away. I came to the ghost market to set up a fortune-telling stall to earn incense money."

Ming Yi frowned and said: "You are fooling the devil, they are already dead, what else do you need to calculate?"

The old ghost choked, and said in disapproval: "You're wrong, ghosts are divided into different classes, you see, some little ghosts live well and don't have to worry about food and clothing, while others don't even have a shelter. Floating on the street all day, I can only be a miserable lonely ghost."

Ming Yi retorted: "Don't talk nonsense, you look at your fate before you live, and you look at Yin virtue after a ghost dies. Most of those lonely and wild ghosts who have not lived well have no fixed place to live after death because of bad things they did in their previous life or during their lifetime. In the end, don't fool around here."

Old ghost: "..."

This brat looked young and innocent, but he didn't expect him to be easy to deceive.

Seeing that the other party got up to leave, he quickly stretched out his hand to stop him: "Hey, don't leave, young master, I see that you have a ruddy complexion, and you are going to be lucky recently."

Bah, bah, bah, the old ghost regretted it after he finished speaking.

How could the ghost's face be rosy? What nonsense are you talking about!

"Lucky luck?" Ming Yi became interested, squatting down in front of the booth again, and asked, "What kind of luck?"

The old ghost didn't expect the little ghost to be fooled by this sentence, he was stunned for half a second, and quickly reacted.

"You have regular facial features, a round face, starry eyes, a straight nose, plump roots, and full nose wings. There must be plenty of peach blossoms around you."

Ming Yi thought about it, and nodded in agreement.

Before his death, he was from a wealthy family and was a school grass-level figure. He was often stopped by girls to confess his love.

After his death, his grandfather is the city god, and his parents are ghost messengers. He can be regarded as the third generation of officials among the little ghosts. In addition, his appearance is still outstanding among the little ghosts. It is true that there are always female ghosts who collude with him overtly and secretly.

The old ghost got approval, his confidence doubled, and he continued to fool around: "But you are all rotten peach blossoms now, and there will be no results."

Ming Yi still nodded in agreement, of course there would be no results, because he was sexually oriented to men, and he liked high-cold men, and it made him feel emotional to think about bullying and crying such people under him.

Ming Yi swallowed his saliva, took his thoughts back, and looked at the old ghost with bright eyes: "Then see if my fruitful peach blossom is not far away, the kind that can have sex!"

"..." The old ghost coughed lightly, concealed his emotions, and stared at his delicate and pale face for a long time pretending to be profound.

The expression was startled at first, then pleasantly surprised, then puzzled, and finally heavy, not to mention how exciting it was.

"Your face...it's a bit hard to say."

Ming Yi asked, "What do you mean?"

Old ghost: "You have a tendency to be lucky recently, but... it seems to be blocked by something."

Ming Yi said ten thousand times: "Is it possible to resolve it with money?"

The old ghost coughed softly: "Not really, money is not everything after all..."

Ming Yi was too lazy to talk to him, so he tilted his head and asked the ghost messenger: "Is there any more?"

The ghost messenger smiled wryly, and handed him all the last money from his pocket.

Ming Yi didn't count, he just threw it on the old ghost booth and asked, "Tell me, how to resolve it?"

The old ghost glanced at it roughly, put it in his pocket, took out a sachet with a smile, and said, "This is the peach blossom powder I carefully developed. The revolving door can help the little ghost attract peach blossoms. You only need to carry it with you, and you can get it Dispel the evil spirit covering your peach blossoms."

"Oh."

Ming Yi casually took the sachet without even looking at it, stood up and continued humming a song and walked out.

Seeing him twirling the sachet on his index finger, the ghost messenger couldn't help but stepped forward to remind him, "Young master, that ghost Taoist is a liar."

Ming Yi: "I know."

The ghost messenger was surprised: "You know why...?"

Ming Yi didn't care and said, "Let's just play around."

The ghost chaperone didn't expect Xiaobawang's character to be so casual, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for his money, which is really cheap for that old magician.

Ming Yi was used to spending money lavishly, so he didn't think anything of it. He just listened to that old devil's nonsense just now, it was purely out of interest.

But speaking of it, it's time for him to find a partner, otherwise he will have no one to accompany him when he goes shopping in the future, which is a bit pitiful.