The hand that catches the ghost trembles slightly

The accident happened so suddenly that everyone was drenched by the rain before they could react.

Xia Yu didn't get wet, but she could still feel the coldness of the rain.

Zhu Junyang took out a talisman in the first second after the thunder sounded, and stuck it on his body.

All the rain was cut off, and there was a small vacuum around her.

The sound of crashing rain covered everything, Xia Yu shouted, "What's wrong?!"

Zhu Junyang's voice sounded from her mind: "It might happen."

This has never happened before in a spiritual world festival.

If the dark clouds are successfully dispelled, it means that the year will be calm; if there is purple air in the sky, it means that there will be a big leap forward in the year.

But now, the dark clouds dissipated and gathered again within a few minutes, bringing with it a heavy rain...

After a short period of calm, there was a torrential downpour, and the spirit world might be in trouble...

The old man on the altar waved back the person holding the umbrella for him, knelt down tremblingly, and looked at the dark clouds that seemed to overwhelm them: "How will the future of the spirit world change... Please tell us..."

A blast of thunder pierced the sky, followed by lightning flashes one after another, as if the sky was answering his question.

The old man burst into tears, and the tears slid down to the ground together with the rain.

Looking at this scene, Xia Yu felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

……

The annual autumnal equinox festival was thus ruined.

Those who participated in the ceremony left in high spirits and returned disappointed.

Zhu Junyang told her that the old man standing on the altar was the current and first director of the Spirit Office.

The old man has lived for hundreds of years. He founded the Lingban Office single-handedly, and watched the Lingban Office grow from a babbling child to the behemoth it is today.

He will retire after holding the festival this year, but who would have thought of such a situation.

This time Zhu Junyang was not contradicting Yao Wenjing. Several people they knew gathered together to discuss where the vision of this festival would be fulfilled in the spiritual world.

Qin Chengshan, Ding Ling, and Yao Wenjing are all in charge of the spiritual world in a city, and each of them will cause a shock if they are taken out, but there is nothing they can do about this situation.

The hotel provided them with breakfast, but few people were in the mood to taste the food.

At seven o'clock, the spirit city opened as usual.

The location is at the end of an alley in front of the hotel.

Zhu Junyang led her through the red brick wall and came to a road that could not be searched on the map.

The moment of crossing the wall is like crossing into another world.

There is also an alley behind the wall, but it is not an asphalt road, but paved with bluestone slabs.

There are neatly arranged houses on both sides, with blue tiles and white walls, and the four corners of the eaves of all the houses are turned upwards, like birds spreading their wings.People walking in the middle wear Hanfu, giving people an illusion of time and space disorder.

Xia Yu looked at Zhu Junyang in surprise, but found that at some point, Zhu Junyang had also changed into Hanfu.

She is wearing a double-breasted chest-length skirt, gray blue against fresh pink, with a very gentle and beautiful bun on her head, and the fine hair on her forehead is blown up by the breeze, which looks like an ancient The daughter of a rich family is noble and intellectual.

Turning her head again, she saw Qin Chengshan dressed as an ancient knight, but his oversized body and beard made him look like a robber instead of a knight.

Why did the people around change into an ancient costume in an instant? !

Xia Yu tugged at Zhu Junyang's sleeve, and asked, "Okay, you secretly prepared Hanfu behind my back, and you didn't tell me!"

Zhu Junyang gave her a blank look: "This is a small trick, except for yourself, everyone sees you as an ancient costume."

Xia Yu's eyes lit up: "Then what do I look like?!"

Zhu Junyang looked at her several times from beginning to end.

Xia Yu was dressed in white, covered with a gauze as bright as blood.The proud chest rises high, setting off the slender waist.Her black hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore a white jade hair crown, hanging down to her waist...

Very enchanting, but also exudes a strange heroic spirit.

It is what Zhu Junyang hopes to grow into.

"You are more like my maid." Zhu Junyang said lightly.

Qin Chengshan didn't dare to breathe too much.

Whose maid can dress like this?

Xia Yu was quite happy when she heard that, she walked up behind Zhu Junyang and asked, "Miss, where are we going?"

Zhu Junyang looked at Qin Chengshan: "Separate operations, you and Ji Hongyu are looking for alternatives to the leylines, I will take Xia Yu to meet someone in the East District first, and search around the East City after I am done."

The four divided into two groups, and Xia Yu followed Zhu Junyang closely, fearing that he would be scattered by the flow of people.

When she got to a place where there were a little less people, she rolled up her non-existent sleeves and started the show——

"Miss, what do you think that is?!"

"Wow! Look, miss, there are still people selling this!"

"Miss, when are we going back? The master ordered you to go back before dark."

Zhu Junyang put on a wooden face, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by people while walking on the street for the first time.

She also saw people pointing and pointing at them, and heard people commenting and guessing whether they were the eldest daughters of some hidden family, and it was the first time they came outside to participate in the spirit market.

Zhu Junyang couldn't help speeding up his pace, he just wanted to get as far away from this actor as possible.

——You can’t stay away from this dramatist, at least you have to stay away from the crowd.

In case there is someone who knows her, she can't afford to lose this person.

The alley was very long with many forks, Xia Yu followed Zhu Junyang around a few times, and finally stopped in front of an antique shop.

"You want to introduce someone I know to live here?"

Zhu Junyang nodded: "Go in."

As soon as you enter the antique shop, there is a gust of cold wind.

The autumnal equinox is still summer for Huacheng in the south, and the temperature outside is frighteningly high.And as soon as he entered this antique shop, even Xia Yu, who was not sensitive to temperature, felt cool.

Xia Yu looked around.

This antique shop is small in size. Right in front of the door is a counter surrounded by cabinets against the wall. There are many antiques that look very old on the cabinets. Some antiques can still be seen. White phantom.

"Are these antiques refined?" Xia Yu poked Zhu Junyang and asked softly.

"Nonsense!" A male voice suddenly sounded, "Don't you know?! You are not allowed to become a spirit after the founding of the country! I am an ordinary thing without intelligence, how can I become a spirit?"

Xia Yu was taken aback and stood on tiptoe to look into the counter.

It turned out that there was a rocking chair behind the counter, and a man in a long coat with short hair and a handsome face lay motionless on it, staring straight at her with a pair of eyes.

Zhu Junyang took a step forward without leaving a trace, and blocked Xia Yu behind him: "Wen Yan, I didn't bring her here to listen to your nonsense."

The man sat up and stretched pretendingly: "Ah~ I got it, I got it."

He leaned on his chin, put his arms on the counter, and could not open his eyes, with a very lazy look: "Tell me, what do you want me for?"

Zhu Junyang said: "Don't you know?"

The man squinted his eyes and smiled, looking very much like a cunning fox: "This matter is more difficult, she is not a normal life and death."

His hand tapped on the table lightly, as if tapping on someone else's heartstrings: "There are many kinds of life and soul leaving the body~"

Zhu Junyang took out a stone with a beautiful glint and slapped it on the table: "Is this enough?"

Xia Yu immediately recognized that this was a spirit stone she had seen many times before, and the material was much better than the ones she had seen before.

The man named Wen Yan opened his eyes wide, but he recovered in the blink of an eye: "I'm afraid this high-grade spirit stone is a bit shabby."

Although his expression changed quickly, Xia Yu still saw it.

This man is probably very moved, but he still wants to get some benefits, so he pretends to be like this.

At first glance, he is not a friend of a big boss. How can a real good friend play tricks?

She turned her eyes and said to Zhu Junyang: "Boss, I don't think I particularly want to return to my body, why don't we go first—"

Zhu Junyang lowered his head, as if considering her proposal.

The people behind the counter sat up a little bit and listened to them.

Finally Zhu Junyang nodded thoughtfully, and said, "In that case, let's go." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to the spirit stone on the counter.

The other hand was a little faster than her, and it directly covered the spirit stone: "Okay, stop acting."

Xia Yu bared her teeth at him.

After retreating to the counter with the Lingshi in his arms, Wen Yan lay on the rocking chair and swayed back and forth, making a "creaking" sound of grinding his teeth: "The soul cannot go back after leaving the body. It is the body that rejects the soul. I am clear."

Zhu Junyang's face darkened.

Xia Yu faintly felt that something was wrong: "Wait a minute? Why does my body reject me? What is the reason? Don't tell me I'm not Xia Yu at all, right? Who am I and where am I? Why am I here?"

Wen Yan showed an expression of "You are so annoying": "You think too much." Then he said to Zhu Junyang: "To solve this situation, you need a treasure called Soul-fixing Orb."

Zhu Junyang asked: "Where can I get the fixed soul orb?"

Wen Yan said: "I can tell you this, but—" He raised his eyes and smiled, "I need to pay more."

Zhu Junyang said in a deep voice, "20."

Wen Yan smiled: "Your Excellency, do you think that worldly money can impress me?"

Zhu Junyang: "30."

Classical language: "The first news is worth a high-grade spirit stone..."

"I only got one of the spirit stones by chance."

Classical Chinese: "But I have a breeze in my sleeves, and I don't care about these foreign things..."

There seems to be something wrong with the two-sleeved breeze...

But this does not prevent Xia Yu from being shocked by his ethics of treating money like dung.

He didn't care about the money he could get with just opening his mouth...

Although it may be because he has more plots... But if it were her, I am afraid that she would be defeated directly under this kind of offensive.

For a moment, Xia Yu looked at Wen Yan with admiration.

Zhu Junyang: "50."

Classical Chinese: "Deal! Please come to the sponsor's father~"

Xia Yu: "..."

md, my face hurts.

Why treat money like dung, it turns out that the money given is not enough! !