I use technology to revitalize the underworld

But in just a second, they retracted their gazes and let go of their hands tacitly at the same time.

Feng Jingchen took half a step back: "Thank you, you saved me again."

Murong Qiao smiled peachy-eyed: "You're welcome~ But..."

He said meaningfully: "Little brother, you'd better not go to these haunted places in the future. Otherwise, we won't be so lucky to save you next time."

Murong Qiao glanced up and down at Feng Jingchen again: "Of course, you don't have to worry too much. I see that you have a strong yang energy, and ordinary ghosts dare not stare at you, don't worry."

"Bask in the sun more recently, and wear this amulet with you. You should never see ghosts again."

With that said, Murong Qiao took off the amulet on Feng Jingchen's shoulder.With slender fingers like dancing elves, he quickly folded the talisman paper into a triangle and handed it to Feng Jingchen.

Feng Jingchen took the amulet that was almost exactly the same as last night, and a thought flashed under the lens.

But he quickly restrained himself so much that he couldn't see any strangeness, and looked back at Murong Qiao: "Thank you."

When Murong Qiao heard that he deliberately did not agree, there was a half-smile in his eyes.

Seeing Feng Jingchen wanted to take off his cloak.

Murong Qiao held down his hand: "I'm giving you this cloak, and we'll see each other by fate~"

Hearing this, Feng Jingchen also had an unclear smile on the corner of his mouth: "Okay. I hope we can meet again in the future."

Hearing what he said, Murong Qiao's eyes lit up!

The midsummer sun fell on his fairy face, making it even more radiant.

He walked to the dark green convertible sports car, looked back at Feng Jingchen: "Goodbye, little brother."

"Goodbye." Feng Jingchen watched the three get into the sports car and drive away.

Until the car exhaust could no longer be seen, the smile on Feng Jingchen's face deepened: "Tianshi..."

Much more interesting than he imagined.

"Chenchen." Yan Wangyin floated out from Feng Jingchen's cloak, and there was still a yellow talisman stuck to his body!

Yan Wangyin: "Chenchen, this is a tracking talisman! It can track and locate accurately. And the quality is very high. There is almost no magic fluctuation, and ordinary people can't detect it!"

Only with the seal of the king of hell can the perception be so sharp~

Feng Jingchen took the yellow talisman, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "Is this hidden in the cloak?"

Yan Wangyin: "Yes~"

Feng Jingchen frowned slightly with interest: "When did you hide in?"

Yan Wangyin: "It was there from the beginning!"

This time Feng Jingchen was a little surprised.

When Murong Qiao gave him the cloak... Sure enough, did you suspect him from the very beginning?

Feng Jingchen's thin lips curled up in a happy arc: "Interesting."

His right eye closed and opened again.

The Eye of Truth activates.

Seeing the vermilion handwriting on the yellow talisman, it instantly came to life, walking on the talisman paper like a swimming dragon.

Every time they walk around, they will resonate with a certain rhythm between heaven and earth, and then transmit the information infinitely.

In Feng Jingchen's mind, the "absorption" formula was substituted into the required value, and a very complicated result was calculated in just a few seconds.

Then, he tapped the talisman paper with his fingertips.

"Boom" sound.

He actually picked out the cinnabar handwriting on the yellow talisman!

Feng Jingchen looked at the group of words with great interest.

Since the cinnabar was separated from the talisman paper and had no support, it soon showed signs of collapse and explosion.

This made Feng Jingchen's eyes brighten slightly.

He didn't expect that at such a moment when he was on the verge of collapse, many small details that were difficult to see in the cinnabar were all distorted and enlarged at this moment, allowing Feng Jingchen to see clearly!

With just these few glances, Feng Jingchen seems to have glimpsed part of the working principle of the tracking talisman.

However, it was only a few glances.

Although Feng Jingchen was a little bit reluctant, he still decisively threw the cinnabar into the sky.

"boom--"

The mana in the cinnabar was like fireworks, exploding in mid-air!

at the same time.

The dark green sports car running on the road suddenly slammed on the brakes!

Shi Qiulu and Wu Xinghai in the back seat almost bumped into the front seat.

Shi Qiulu: "Brother, what's wrong?"

Only then did Murong Qiao suppress the surprise in his heart, and let go of the brakes under his feet.A hidden smile flashed in his eyes: "It's okay."

"Ah, no!" Murong Qiao suddenly patted the steering wheel angrily, "I forgot to ask my little brother's name and WeChat! Why didn't you remind me?"

Shi Qiulu rolled her eyes: "You still said that that guy is obviously very weird! Brother, if you continue like this, you will overturn sooner or later!"

Murong Qiao's peach-blossom eyes twitched, looking forward to look beautiful.I don't know if he is serious or joking: "Little brother is so good-looking, how could he be a bad guy?"

"Hehe." Shi Qiulu rolled her eyes.

But Murong Qiao's mood was not affected at all: "Forget it. Next time we meet, I must add it to my little brother's WeChat! Remember to remind me."

Shi Qiulu poured cold water on her: "Oh, I'm saying goodbye to you. Maybe I won't see you again."

Murong Qiao narrowed his eyes halfway, implying: "He won't."

If Feng Jingchen didn't want to see him again, at best he would quietly throw away the cloak.

Instead of destroying the tracer on purpose.

Now that Feng Jingchen is doing this, isn't it obvious that he wants to warn Murong Qiao?

At the same time, he deliberately exposed to Murong Qiao the fact that he has special means.It can be regarded as an end to their interrupted conversation in the ghost building.

interesting.

Murong Qiao's peach blossom eyes burst out with a touch of interest.

He had never met such a good-looking and interesting person.

Although they had just separated, Murong Qiao was already impatiently looking forward to the next meeting.

the other side.

Feng Jingchen watched the "fireworks" explode, with a smile on his thin lips.

After a while, he turned off the Eye of Reality.

Yan Wangyin jumped on his shoulder: "Chenchen, I suddenly realized something was wrong, didn't we come to catch the evil celestial master?"

Where is the evil master now? !

Feng Jingchen was not as slow-witted as Yan Wangyin.

He took out the tracker.

Sure enough, the pointer was already pointing to the east.

The number next to it is as high as 100 kilometers, and it is still rising rapidly!

Yan Wangyin jumped up in shock: "Hey?! Why did Xie Tianshi run away? He ran so fast!"

Feng Jingchen was not surprised: "Murong Qiao's sports car was parked outside the ghost building before, and they should have come for this evil celestial master too. They probably turned around and came back after they chased him away."

Beat the grass and startle the snake.

Based on these clues, Feng Jingchen deduced the facts to be very close to each other.

but…

He looked down at the tracker and frowned slightly: "Master Xie Tian was clearly no longer in the ghost building, why did the pointer still point inside?"

"It must have been deceived by some method of the evil master!" Yan Wangyin jumped his feet angrily, "These evil masters know that they are street rats, and their ability to escape one by one is better than the ability to harm others! They are slippery than loach !"

"That's it." A flash of clarity flashed under Feng Jingchen's glasses.

It seems that the products in the system supermarket are not omnipotent.

Yan Wangyin was in a hurry: "Chenchen, what should we do now? Are we going to chase him? We can't let him run away, otherwise we don't know how many people will be hurt!"

Feng Jingchen shook his head slightly: "We can't catch up now. Go back and interrogate that female ghost first, and see if there are any clues. And..."

"Murong Qiao and the others should have chased after him."

The convertible sports car just now was heading east.

Hearing this, Yan Wangyin also calmed down a little: "Okay then...that celestial master is quite strong, I hope they catch that evil celestial master quickly."

Feng Jingchen was curious when he heard the words: "What is the level of Murong Qiao's strength?"

"Huh?" Yan Wangyin pondered for a moment, "It's hard to say how it is now. But before us, he was able to reach this level at his age. It can be said that he is a genius like no other in ten thousand!"

Yan Wangyin introduced: "The cultivation of a celestial master is divided into seven realms: Acquired, Innate, Foundation Establishment, Alchemy, Yuanying, Transformation, and Mahayana. Murong Qiao's two younger brothers and sisters are now Xiantian, and they can already be regarded as excellent disciples."

"But Murong Qiao, he is at the alchemy stage! He is two big realms higher than his peers! Moreover, for many people with mediocre aptitude, the alchemy stage is already the peak they can reach in their lifetime."

Feng Jingchen understood: "But for Murong Qiao, the alchemy period has just begun."

"That's right!" After Yan Wangyin finished speaking, he couldn't help sighing, "Such a genius used to be a free laborer in our underworld. Now... hey!"

And almost robbed the employees of the underworld!

"Free labor?" Feng Jingchen lifted his eyes slightly, recalling some records in miscellaneous books he had read before, "You mean, life is impermanent?"

"That's right!" Yan Wangyin landed on Feng Jingchen's shoulder, "Walking between yin and yang as a living person, help us seduce our soul~"

"Hey~" Yan Wangyin sighed heavily again, "It's a pity that our family is in decline. Let alone life is impermanent now, even ghosts can't enter the underworld."

Only Feng Jingchen, the living King of Hades, can enter and leave the underworld anytime and anywhere without taking the usual path.

Feng Jingchen heard this, but a gleam of light flashed under the lens involuntarily.

He raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Wangyin, then turned and walked into the ghost building: "Let's go back to the underworld first."

It's useless to have more ideas now.

Catch a few more ghosts first, and then dig open the gates of the ghosts as soon as possible.

Yan Wangyin: "Okay~"

A gust of breeze blew by, and Feng Jingchen was no longer in the ghost building.

As soon as Feng Jingchen raised his eyes, he saw Wen Xinyan digging up trash not far away.

She seemed to have returned to normal, and she was no longer crying like last night.

Sensing Feng Jingchen's return, Wen Xinyan raised her head and nodded to him.

Feng Jingchen also nodded, and then took out the ghost prison.

Without further ado, the ghosts were released, the birth and death book was summoned, and the forehead was slapped, all in one go.

This movement was so skillful that Wen Xinyan beside her couldn't help but tremble slightly.I quickly lowered my head and didn't dare to look around anymore, pretending that I was picking up trash seriously.

It didn't take long.

Feng Jingchen stepped forward to remove the book of life and death when the female ghost's wailing stopped.

At this time, the female ghost of the ghost building has recovered her prototype and sanity.

She was wearing a small red floral cheongsam, and her long hair was tied into a delicate little bun.There is gorgeous makeup on the face, the willow eyebrows are gentle, and the red lips are alluring.

Regardless of her appearance and figure, she can be called a big beauty.And she is still a beautiful woman of the Republic of China with a very classical charm.

The female ghost was half down on the ground, pressing her temple with one hand, looking around suspiciously, and then looking at Feng Jingchen vigilantly: "What place is this?"

Feng Jingchen: "Hell."

The female ghost frowned, and looked at the surrounding garbage mountain with disgust: "Hell? That's it?"

Wen Xinyan, who was eavesdropping, also quietly covered her mouth in surprise.

So she is in the underworld? !

She thought she was in some unlicensed garbage factory!

Feng Jingchen: "..."