I, the ghost hunter, chase my wife thousands of miles away! [Rebirth]

Knowing ghosts has always said something, neither concealing it intentionally, nor losing its sense of propriety, let alone saying those large-scale useless words.

"Since there is no wound, it must have been injured by the ghost's miasma. The poison of the miasma is the same as the soul poison, but it is stronger than the soul poison. When you give him the antidote, add a drop of it to catch ghosts." Master's blood, he can recover."

After going in a big circle, it is still reliable to know ghosts.Not only has real skills, but also does not show off with lip service.

So Shao Mubai bowed his hands in gratitude, and said that he wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, the Wangchuan River suddenly rolled and fluctuated, like an earthquake, as if thousands of troops and horses passed by the bottom of the river, the noise shook the sky.

"What movement?"

Shao Mabai had never been to the Wangchuan River, so he was naturally curious.

Mingjun's face darkened, it was very different from the previous teasing appearance, and suddenly became serious.

"Come on."

Shao Mobai felt even more strange, "You haven't said anything about it yet?"

This Lord Ming is really, he talks a lot of nonsense when he shouldn't say it, and he starts to play tricks when he should say it, what is he doing?

"Now is not the time to talk, you follow me back to the palace first, and leave this place to Zhigui."

Shao Mobai was pulled two steps away by him, but the rolling movement behind him became more and more intense, the cliffs on both sides of the bank also began to shake, and the gravels fell one after another, falling into the blood-red river, and disappeared immediately.

He simply stopped and asked, "Aren't you the Lord of the Underworld? Now that there is turmoil in the Wangchuan River, how can you just leave?"

Mingjun turned his head and glared at him, "It won't be a mess if you leave!"

Shao Mobai was even more confused, "What do you mean?"

Although he claims to be the only ghost catcher in the world, he also has self-knowledge. He knows that he is a small character who is on the stage, and he is a righteous and dignified small character. How can he have anything to do with the turmoil?He also said that if he leaves, there will be no chaos here. Is this Mingjun drunk?

Just as he was wondering, the roar of a wild beast came from the abyss behind, like a tsunami:

"White sacrifice! I want you to die without a place to bury you——"

The sound was complex, majestic, and powerful. The sound wave swayed back and forth on the stone cliffs on both sides, and within a short while, several boulders were shaken down.It splashed into the river, stirring up a ten-foot-high red wave, as if it wanted to swallow people.

Deng!

At that moment, Shao Mobai's heart pulse seemed to be pulled by someone, and the pain was so severe that he could clearly feel the veins.But the pain was fleeting, and it disappeared like a gust of wind.

Shao Mobai looked back, his eyes were deep, "Who is talking?"

Mingjun didn't answer him, turned sideways, and flirted with Zhigui to wink. The two gods knew each other, raised their hands and flew out several decrees, and a gloomy blue light shone on the river, like a sword sweeping thousands of troops on the battlefield. The long knife cut off the splashing monstrous water waves.

"Ow——"

There was a shrill scream from the bottom of the river, but the terrifying aura was still there, only a little weaker.

Shao Mobai ran to the shore, looked down with his probe, and saw that the river was blocked by the blue barrier, and there were no normal ripples, as if it was a flat land.

He came back and forth, and he was even more puzzled: "Aren't there lonely ghosts under the Wangchuan River? Why is there such a big energy impact?"

Mingjun maintained the state of casting spells, and it seemed to be very difficult to suppress, "You step back first, go to Mingjun Hall and wait."

The blood at the bottom of the river was churning, as if there were dozens of giant dragons galloping, twisting the river upside down, trying to break out of the prison several times.

Shao Mubai thought for a while, since he couldn't find a way to help, then don't stay and make trouble, so he quietly retreated according to Ming Jun's instructions.

He waited for a long time in the palace of Hades, and finally he was so bored that he looked at the underworld script on the stone wall.In the end, I asked a little ghost to borrow a Mingwen dictionary, and only then did I understand a little.What can be recorded in the Hall of the Underworld Lord are some great heroic deeds that happened in the underworld.Although the way of recording is plain, but thinking about the story behind it through these words can still stir up some thoughts.

So, even though Ming Jun had left him alone for a long time, Shao Mobai didn't feel that time was hard.

After the will-o'-the-wisp on the stone wall dimmed again and again, he used spells to lighten it up twice before Mingjun came back exhausted.There was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, and he looked a little tired, unlike the calm and breezy days in the past.

"How's the situation?"

Shao Mobai put down the half-human-high dictionary, and hurriedly went up to it.

Ming Jun closed his eyes, gasped for a moment, and waved his fingertips on his face, sweat and fatigue faded away as if turning a page, and he returned to his usual demeanor.

"It's suppressed, Zhigui is taking care of his funeral."

How powerful is Ming Jun's spell?What's more, with the help of Zhigui, it is even more powerful, but it is so difficult to suppress the thing at the bottom of the river. Shao Mo's Baimeifeng restrained, obviously aware that the thing is not easy.

"What the hell is that thing? The spell is so amazing?"

All of these seem to be clues connected with clues, like a ball of wool sticking out of the head, if you pull it out along the way, you can pull out a shocking secret.But these innumerable clues are disorderly and disorderly, with no rules at all, covering each other, and covering the truth with a thick white mist, making it impossible to figure out or detect.

Ming Jun stepped on the high platform of sixty steps and sat on the king's chair, "It's an old thing, a serious trouble for thousands of years in the underworld."

Shao Mobai was even more puzzled, "Since it's a serious problem, why don't you ask the Emperor of Heaven to send God to subdue and suppress it?"

Ming Jun opened his mouth, as if he was holding a big secret in his heart.But he seemed to be concerned about the length of the story, so he held back the words and said:

"When the time is right, I will tell you everything. Now is not the time."

Well, it's that "time will explain everything" rhetoric again.

Shao Mobai had expected him to answer this way, after all, the last time he asked about his identity, Mingjun also dealt with it vaguely.In short, this person's mouth is as tight as an iron lock, so you can't expect to find out any shocking secrets from his mouth.

"It seems that you never have anything to say to me except about ghost hunting."

"That's right." The person on the high platform calmed down, "Your task is to capture the ghosts and collect the four tear pills one by one. When I'm done, I will tell you the next plan."

Shao Zhengbai thought about this for a while, and realized the most important thing, "I think catching ghosts is secondary to you, and collecting tear pills is the ultimate goal, right?"

Ming Jun did not deny it, "You are not too stupid."

Shao Yubai knew that he liked to be a joke, so he didn't hesitate to ask more questions.I only keep these questions in my heart one by one, and plan to explore by myself.Anyway, you can't hang yourself on the tree of Mingjun.

He thought that since Mingjun wanted him to leave the Wangchuan River quickly, it meant that the turmoil at the bottom of the river must be related to him.And that "White Sacrifice" that that thing roared, that name I've never heard of... is it about him?

Isn't he Shao Mobai?

Bai Ji, who is it?

With these doubts in mind, he set out to return to the underworld.

This trip to the underworld, it took a day to find the Lord of the Underworld, plus the delay in the Wangchuan River, and the delivery of the tear pill and the ghost, adding up the back and forth, two days have passed in the yang world.

Now that I know the way to treat Duan Wuji, I am not as anxious as when I came here.With only the bottle of antidote in his pocket, he was so happy that he floated so fresh and refined.

However, he never expected that the moment he turned back to the mortal world and attached to the physical body and opened his eyes, what he saw and heard made him feel as if he had fallen into an infinite dream, and he couldn't believe it.

The first thing I saw was white candles all over the floor, densely packed, there were more than two hundred of them—these are candles only used for funerals!

Shao Yubai's heart skipped a beat—didn't he tell people not to come in?Who lit this candle!

Just as he turned over in doubt and planned to sit up, he didn't want to put a hand on his waist, which was so strong that it held him tightly, making him froze halfway up, and stopped on the spot.

The arm was bony, and the carpal bones protruding from the outside of the wrist were like pearls, poignant and fragile.He looked in the direction of his arm, and when he saw the person beside him clearly, his eyes jumped fiercely:

"No trace?!"

He hastily checked his breath, and took his pulse again. Fortunately, he was fine, the injury did not get worse, and he could still be rescued.

It's just... this person should be in the next room, why did he come here?

"Wuji? Can you hear me? Wake up."

He held Duan Wuji's hand and shook his shoulder lightly.This person has lost a lot of weight recently, and it hurts to hold it. After that, I have to watch him eat more.But the most urgent thing is to get rid of his miasma poison first, and then heal him.

"Wuji, wake up."

After a while, the pair of eye feathers like butterfly wings finally trembled in response, and then slowly opened.

It's just that he stared at Shao Mengbai, but there was no ripple in his expression, he just remained motionless, like a pool of stagnant water.

"What's wrong?" Shao Mobai asked.

He looked into those eyes, as if he saw thousands of dead bones, desolate and dilapidated.

He suddenly understood something, and his whole body turned cold.

His soul went to the underworld, and what remained in this Yang world was definitely just a cold corpse. Judging by Duan Wuji's reaction, he definitely saw his corpse and thought he was dead.

"I'm Shao Mengbai, Wuji, I'm alive, really."

Shao Mobai held his shoulders and approached him.

Duan Wuji still stared at him like a log, the cinnabar mole was dim in the candlelight.After a long time, he tilted his head slightly, with a desolate smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice:

"This dream...is very good."

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