General Zhiyi

A monster with a duck head angrily grabbed a pale and thin young man and walked up to the ghost guard guarding the gate, threw him heavily on the ground, and yelled in a duck voice: "This brat is so bold that he wants to steal!" The eggs in my basket, according to the rules, can I eat them?"

When the young man heard that he was about to be eaten, he trembled badly all over his body, hugged the ghost guard's leg in a hurry, and said tremblingly, "My lord, I...I just want to feed my mother with a duck egg, she ...she's starving to death, and I..."

The ghost guard glanced at him, kicked him away, and said coldly: "Life is a matter of life and death, rules are rules, Madam Ya can do as she pleases."

With the approval of the ghost guard, Mrs. Ya swallowed her saliva, dragged the boy from the ground, and was about to chew on it. The next moment she felt that her hand was empty, and saw the boy being pulled to the side of three wet men. Although the man was smiling, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the smile was only on the surface, but it made people feel cold.

"Snatching food openly?" Seeing that there were so many people on the other side, Mrs. Ya felt fearful, but she was unwilling to give up the fresh boy meat, so she bit the bullet and looked at the ghost messenger, "Although Lord Ghost King is not in the city, the rules are there after all." Come on, they broke the rules by doing this!"

Ying Li silently twisted the dripping sleeve, glanced at it, and was too lazy to make a sound.

Hua Qingchen at the side was itching his teeth with hatred because Yingli's painting array had been drawn to the bottom of the river next to the mass grave, chattering endlessly, and had no time to pay attention to it.

Although Yin Liansheng also looked wet and embarrassed, he was also very personable, he chuckled lightly, and said: "I want to make a deal with Mrs. Ya."

"trade?"

"I have the high-quality incense ash that was newly burned yesterday in my hand. The taste is not worse than this boy. I wonder if Mrs. Ya would like to exchange it?" Yin Liansheng took out a small handful of incense ash and rubbed it on his fingertips. It spread, and there were voices of swallowing saliva one after another in the team.

"Little leaf sandalwood?" Madam Ya narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath, "How much do you want to exchange?"

"that is all."

Looking at Yin Liansheng's small pile of incense ash that was two fingers wide in his palm, Mrs. Ya snorted coldly: "This is not enough to fit between teeth, so I won't change it."

"Don't change?" Yin Liansheng's eyes froze, and he suddenly flashed to Mrs. Ya's side, pointed at its basket, and said in a low voice, "The thief calls for a thief, who will eat who?"

"You..." Mrs. Ya's forehead was sweating, she was speechless.

Yin Liansheng was half threatening and half forcing, and it didn't take much effort for Mrs. Ya to agree to the deal with a bitter face. But when they came back to their senses, they found that the boy who had been hiding behind him didn't know when. There is no shadow.

Tang Jingxu frowned slightly. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, no ghost dared to openly violate the rules set by the ghost king, so there was basically no possibility of the boy being swallowed by the opportunity. So, did the boy escape in the chaos?still......

Just as he wanted Yin Liansheng to ask a ghost, the ghost guard at the side glanced at them and said, "Go in."

"I'm going in now? Didn't you stop me?" Hua Qingchen paused as he twisted his trouser legs.

"Since it's his choice, fair trade, not bad rules, why stop him?"

Seeing that Hua Qingchen wanted to say something, Tang Jingxu waved his hand at him: "Live people entering the ghost market and bartering their lifespan have been tacitly allowed for thousands of years. Whether they can get out depends on his will." Doomed."

Hearing this, Hua Qingchen curled her lips, glanced at the team that had regained its calm, leaned up to Tang Jingxu, and said softly: "But Master, just now because Xiaosan painted the array into the bottom of the river, all the incense ash was washed away, so I pity you." The husband carried a little in the small bottle before, but now it's gone, what will you do later?"

"Hua'er," Tang Jingxu sat cross-legged in the palm of Yin Liansheng, holding his chin and looking at his slow-moving second apprentice, "How can the river be worthy of mass burial in Lingnan without soaking hundreds of carrion corpses?" Such a good position?"

As if thinking of something, Hua Qingchen shivered, holding up a small ball of foxfire in each palm, he looked down as if he didn't think it was enough, bared his teeth, lifted the palms of both hands upwards, and the light blue foxfire broke through immediately Tianji scared the demons who had just calmed down and screamed.

The instigator who caused the commotion looked like it had nothing to do with me, and dried the clothes on his body.Ying Li raised his eyes to look at him, and the next moment he moved up to him with his dripping trouser legs. Seeing this, Hua Qingchen acted quite generously. He snapped his fingers, and two foxfires appeared in the air. He rushed to leave He and Yin Liansheng pointed in the direction casually, and the fox fire flew towards them respectively.

Regarding Hua Qingchen's behavior of not knowing what restraint is, Tang Jingxu ground his molars and accepted it calmly.

Fortunately, the ghost messenger has been on duty for more than a hundred years. He is used to all kinds of big winds and waves, and all kinds of demons dancing wildly. Cha just silently wrote down a note for him without any change in expression: I can't afford to provoke him, but he let down his vigilance.

After drying the clothes, Hua Qingchen put away the fox fire, frowned and sniffed himself, then rolled his eyes and said, "The smell of this corpse seems to be stronger."

"That's right! Thanks to you roasting it like this, it's naturally fragrant when it's cooked!" Tang Jingxu glared at him angrily.

Yin Liansheng looked down at Tang Jingxu who was impatiently tapping the side face with his index finger three inches away, and said with a smile: "It's just right, now you don't have to worry about whether the ashes will be exposed without the incense ash."

As he spoke, he lifted Tang Jingxu up, let him sit on his right shoulder, turned his face slightly, and said, "It's just that my body smells too bad, so Master still has to stay outside."

Tang Jingxu waved his hand indifferently, and found a comfortable position on Yin Liansheng's shoulder. With one leg raised and his hands folded around his chest, he put on a standard bossy look, and raised his chin towards the team: "Stop talking nonsense, it's time to close the city gate after the hour."

Several people walked over. They wanted to go to the back, but they didn't think about it. Seeing these people approaching, all the ghosts spontaneously vacated the frontmost position, and bowed respectfully in unison: "Please."

Seeing that they were so discerning, Tang Jingxu and the others were not polite, and just walked into the city gate shamelessly.

As soon as he stepped into the main street of the ghost city, Hua Qingchen stretched his neck and looked around. He saw a big red flag waving in the wind with the word "meat" written on it, and ran away without saying a word.

Yin Liansheng had sharp eyes and quick hands, grabbed him by the back of the collar and grabbed him back, frowning: "What are you doing?"

Hua Qingchen took a staggering step, pulled the collar out of Yin Liansheng's hands with his backhand, and blinked slyly: "Go find Lao Zhu!"

"There are no more incense ash, why are you looking for him?" Tang Jingxu was puzzled.

Hua Qingchen straightened her clothes, raised her hand to straighten her slightly messy hair, and said seriously: "A friend, give me a helping hand, at least let me change my clothes, it won't refuse, right?"

Seeing Hua Qingchen humming a little song and walking forward with his hands behind his back, Ying took a step forward, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "This old Zhu is really guilty!"

Looking at the unusually cheerful bright red figure, Tang Jingxu nodded noncommittally: "Isn't it!"

"There is still half an hour before the ion time, and the ghost city is not yet open, so wait by the gate?" Yin Liansheng asked.

Tang Jingxu: "It's rare to come here for a stroll."

As soon as the words were finished, a person stood up from the steamed stuffed bun stand next to them. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the unusually shiny head under the moonlight. With deep black eyes like the abyss, he raised his forehead and said, "Wu Na, why are you here?"

The author has something to say: Come on, read after me: "No Na (nuo fourth tone)."

"That" can also be the chorus of "Naihe".Read nuo.Means "how".Still helpless, helpless.