I use technology to revitalize the underworld

Feng Jingchen's pupils shrank suddenly, subconsciously clenched the big black umbrella, and was about to go back to the underworld regardless of exposure.

But suddenly.

Murong Qiao came out from nowhere, and rushed towards Feng Jingchen, protecting him firmly.

With a "poof" sound from the mother's front legs, she easily penetrated through the black umbrella's obstruction!

Murong Qiao shouted loudly: "Uncle!! If you don't make a move, your nephew will die... Oh shit!"

One of the ghost mother's front legs went straight into Murong Qiao's back!

Murong Qiao's embrace of Feng Jingchen tightened suddenly, his face turned pale, and a trace of blood spread from the corner of his mouth.

Feng Jingchen froze all over, hugged Murong Qiao tightly and took half a step back, preparing to take someone back to the underworld.

at this time.

A slender hand appeared from mid-air, holding the ghost mother's leg, and gently squeezed it.

Hardly any sound.

Starting from this leg, the ghost mother's body began to collapse and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The dust in the entire room dissipated, and it could be seen that there were no enemies standing in the room anymore.

Feng Jingchen's heart relaxed slightly, and he quickly took out a small supplement pill from the warehouse of the plane: "Murong Qiao, eat it."

Without hesitation, Murong Qiao took Feng Jingchen's palm and swallowed the pill in one gulp, but her lips touched Feng Jingchen's hand inadvertently.

Feng Jingchen didn't care about the soft touch, and hugged Murong Qiao tightly: "Let me see your injury."

"I'm fine." Murong Qiao's face recovered some color.

But his voice was weaker than ever.All the weight of his body was leaning on Feng Jingchen's body, how could he seem to be okay?

Feng Jingchen turned his head to look at his back.

The palm-sized blood hole was still gurgling with blood, judging from the depth, it almost pierced his body!

Feng Jingchen's pupils shrank slightly, and he hurriedly fed Murong Qiao two small pills, which barely stopped his bleeding.

Murong Qiao really regained some strength this time.

He looked at Feng Jingchen's nervous expression, grinned and said, "Don't worry, I'll heal this little injury in a few days. Why waste such a good medicine."

Feng Jingchen glanced at him, and stuffed another small pill into his mouth.

Murong Qiao didn't refuse either, she swallowed it obediently, and only looked at Feng Jingchen with a smile in her eyes.

The interaction between the two without anyone else finally made someone unable to stand it: "Ahem, let me tell you, shouldn't you look at the occasion when you fall in love?"

Murong Qiao leaned on Feng Jingchen, turned his head and protested weakly: "Uncle, don't talk nonsense, if you scare my little brother away, you won't be able to pay for it."

Feng Jingchen also raised his eyes calmly.

The person who spoke was actually floating in mid-air!

He looks like he is only in his 20s, but he has long white hair that reaches his waist and hangs down in all directions.He looks very handsome with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

Wearing modern sportswear and holding a long sword, he sat cross-legged lazily in the air.

Putting this nondescript outfit on his body, he looked extraordinarily old-fashioned.

A look of surprise flashed in Feng Jingchen's eyes.

Yan Wangyin was surprised: "He is a ghost."

And it's a ghost, definitely not a living soul!

Murong Qiao also introduced to Feng Jingchen: "Little brother, this is my uncle Nanqiao Zhenren, the owner of this ghost city. He is also the Southern Ghost King who controls all the ghosts in the south."

"If you encounter anything in the south, you can come to him~"

"Ghost, ghost king?! Ah—!" Yan Wangyin screamed fiercely, and slammed into Feng Jingchen's arms, "Chenchen, run!!"

Feng Jingchen didn't panic at all, and even looked at the ghost king curiously, with a flash of clarity in his eyes.

No wonder Murong Qiao said before that there is no need to worry if his uncle is around.And so vowed to guarantee that the ghost king will not harm them.

It turns out that the ghost king is the uncle.

Nan Qiao clicked his tongue at Murong Qiao: "Hey, hey, you kid, don't take all the troubles on me."

Murong Qiao said with a shy smile, "Anyway, Master Uncle, you have nothing to do. I'm not afraid that you will get bored."

Nanqiao snorted lightly, but did not continue to refute.

But suddenly, he turned his head to look at Feng Jingchen, and couldn't help but let out a little surprise.

Feng Jingchen raised his eyes frankly and looked back.

Nanqiao glanced back and forth between Feng Jingchen's pupils.

But he didn't notice anything, he just smiled and said, "Little brother, these eyes are so bright, why are you blocking them with glasses?"

Yan Wangyin breathed a sigh of relief as if he had recovered his life: "It's so dangerous, he almost found out!"

Just now Chenchen opened the eyes of reality to see the ghost king, Yan Wangyin's soul was frightened away!

However, Feng Jingchen has always been bold and calm, and replied very naturally: "Just to avoid some troubles."

Murong Qiao rolled her eyes when she heard the words, and approached Feng Jingchen with a smile: "Could it be that you want to seal your appearance?"

He said narrowly, "Little brother is very popular with girls in school, right?"

Feng Jingchen raised his eyes to look at Murong Qiao's pale face, and stuffed him with a small pill: "Gossip after you recover from your injury."

Murong Qiao swallowed the Xiaobu pill, and finally there was a little more blood on his face.

He looked at Feng Jingchen with bright peach blossom eyes: "Thank you little brother."

Seeing Feng Jingchen's actions, Nanqiao on the side couldn't help being a little jealous: "Which rich man is the little brother? It's a waste of such a precious pill for this thick-skinned kid to eat."

Feng Jingchen was puzzled: "Is this elixir very precious?"

Murong Qiao & Nanqiao: "..."

Murong Qiao suddenly hugged Feng Jingchen tightly, and said excitedly: "I didn't expect, little brother, you are actually a rich man who hides his secrets?! From now on, you are my half-brother!"

Nanqiao also said sourly: "Little brother, do you have any elixir suitable for ghosts? If so, then you are also my half-brother. Let's suppress this kid for the rest of his life!"

Feng Jingchen heard what they said, why didn't he understand?

His eyes turned slightly: "Now Xuanmen is short of pills?"

"It's more than just pills!" Murong Qiao looked at Feng Jingchen, as if he was looking at some big treasure, "Didn't I say it before? Over the years, many ancient talismans have been lost."

"But in fact, there are not only talismans, but also spells, pill recipes, refining map, etc., many of which have been lost. Now whether it's pills, magic tools or formation disks, they are all extremely scarce resources!"

Feng Jingchen nodded clearly, and asked, "Aren't there any missing talismans?"

Murong Qiao suddenly coughed with embarrassment.

Feng Jingchen: "?"

Nanqiao angrily dismantled Murong Qiao: "Others lack talismans, but this kid definitely doesn't. He is a walking money printing machine now. Little brother, if you have any difficulties, just go to him."

Feng Jingchen understood.

With Murong Qiao's level of drawing characters, he can draw whatever he wants.

No wonder he likes to hit people with talisman paper so much in fights.

This is no different from how local tyrants fight and beat people with money.

Feng Jingchen looked at Murong Qiao and Nanqiao's eager expressions, pondered for half a second, and said, "I don't have many pills in my hand. What kind of pills do you want? Let me see if I can think of a way."

Murong Qiao was not polite: "It's just that elixir! You want as much as you have! What do you want, little brother? I'll get you all!"

A certain ghost king couldn't hold back anymore, and came down from mid-air: "Little brother, I want the elixir that can nourish ghosts, as much as I want! From now on, I will get you whatever you want in the whole south!"

"Okay. I'll do my best." Feng Jingchen didn't say anything dead.

Because, he suddenly thought of a good idea.

Maybe it can make the "Mutual Communication and Promotion Plan for Underworld and Celestial Masters" go forward more smoothly!

When Murong Qiao and Nanqiao got this answer, not only were they not disappointed, but they beamed with joy.

Upon closer inspection, the smiles of these two people are somewhat similar.

Not the appearance, but the kind of cheerful temperament.It seems that the relationship between the uncle and nephew should be very good.

suddenly.

Nanqiao raised his eyes and looked outside the house: "Xinghai and the others have entered the city."

Only now did Feng Jingchen and Murong Qiao look at the group of evil celestial masters who fell to the ground in disarray.

Murong Qiao looked at Feng Jingchen: "Little brother, do you want to interrogate them?"

Feng Jingchen: "Yes."

"Then hide the living ones quickly, and it will be fine to say that they are all dead!" Murong Qiao said this with a familiarity.

Less than ten seconds.

With the help of Murong Qiao and Nan Qiao, Feng Jingchen put the remaining three living evil masters into the ghost prison, and released Kang Zhiwen by the way.

Murong Qiao looked at this magical little iron prison, his eyes were shining: "Little brother, what is the name of this magic weapon? Is there any more?"

Nanqiao was also very interested: "Can it shut down ghosts?"

"Evil spirit prisons can only pretend to be villains and ghosts." Feng Jingchen put the iron prison in his pocket.

Only then did the uncle and nephew reluctantly look away.

Murong Qiao murmured in a low voice: "That's a big baby. I didn't even know that my little brother was so wealthy~"

Feng Jingchen looked up at him, without explaining, but instead asked: "How is your injury? Do you want to take another pill?"

Feng Jingchen took a look just now.

It was shocking to find that although Murong Qiao's wound had stopped bleeding, the big hole hadn't healed yet.

"There's no need to waste it. I'll heal this little injury by myself for a few days~" Although Murong Qiao refused, she looked at Feng Jingchen with a pair of peach blossom eyes and a smile, apparently in a good mood.

He even followed the reflection in Feng Jingchen's eyes and straightened his messy hair and clothes.

But suddenly, the smile on Murong Qiao's face disappeared, and he quickly turned his head to look behind him: "Oops, are my clothes torn and dirty?"

Feng Jingchen also looked over: "Fortunately, it's not too broken."

Murong Qiao's black and red clothes didn't look dirty at all.It was the hideous wound that made Feng Jingchen frown.

However, Murong Qiao was not comforted: "No, I can't let them see me in such a mess. Uncle, give me a piece of clothing."

Nanqiao held the sword in his arms: "How can I have clothes that you can wear?"

"Then..." Murong Qiao looked at Feng Jingchen hesitantly, "Little brother, why don't I hide later, and you and uncle deal with them?"

Seeing his nervous appearance, Nanqiao sneered and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, if you praise you for being a genius, you will become an idol?"

"It has nothing to do with being a genius or not." Murong Qiao looked around, looking for a place to hide, "The main reason is that I have such a handsome image, I can't be ruined!"

Feng Jingchen looked at his righteous and dignified appearance.

Somewhat amusedly, he took out the cloak Murong Qiao gave him from the storehouse of the plane, and put it on for him: "Is this okay?"

"Huh." Murong Qiao was a little surprised, "Little brother, you still carry the things I gave you~"

Nan Qiao's eyes widened, and the hilt of his sword slammed on Murong Qiao's head: "Silly boy! Is this the point?!"

"Storage artifact!! He actually has a storage artifact!!"