Huangliang Inn

The black-green pen holder twirled in the judge's palm, and spots of blue spots fell on the tip of the pen, interweaving into ghost patterns one after another, embedded in the damaged barrier, and the light flickered during it, just like the moon falling in the middle of a lake, floating light jumping into gold.

When the last stroke was made, all the green brilliance disappeared, and all the damaged cracks were healed.

The dead who gathered through the yang energy found that the passage was blocked, and only the judge with a face full of "I'm upset" was left in front of him, dodging around in fear.It's a pity that the speed was not fast enough, and they were tied into rice dumplings by the soul chain, and one by one they were detained in the soul lamp.

The ghosts failed to catch them, but they caught the cunning ghosts and swindlers who are the best at hiding, and there are three grieving ghosts that are about to take shape.

Withdrawing the judge's pen and pinching his fingers to estimate the time, the judge was about to turn around and leave, when the newly formed barrier wavered again, and the terrifying dragon aura surged in.Different from the mystery of the mirage dragon, it is purely tyrannical and domineering, like a magical weapon forged by a master craftsman in the ancient times, which can cut the pillar of the sky and penetrate Buzhou Mountain.

"God."

You don't need to guess, you know who the dragon energy comes from.

First came Mirage Dragon, followed by Ying Long. The judge had no choice but to lament his "luck".I just want to return to my thoughts, to return my emotions to my emotions, and the proper etiquette cannot be lost.Immediately tidying up his clothes, he bowed his hands and saluted in the direction of the dragon's energy.

He didn't deal with Ying Long many times, not as much as those old guys in the hall, but the judge's response was not weak at all.It should be known that he was the highest official when he was born, and he once replaced Emperor Han.

Geng Chen didn't show up, but the warning was clear.

Without the strength to reason with the other party, the judge did not dare to hesitate, let alone entangle, and simply followed suit, honestly withdrew from the dragon's realm, and returned to the underworld with the detained ghost.

It is true that Li Gui failed to catch them, and there are still quite a few ghosts detained, at least they can fill up half a page of the ghost book, which can be regarded as an explanation to Yan Luo in the hall.As for that mirage dragon, those old qualifications are irrelevant, what can he do?If he was really in a hurry, he would go on strike, and if it didn't work out, he would ask for a demote to work as a boatman for Po Meng.

The judge made up his mind and thought of five or six ways to retreat.

With no worries about the future, the heart of gossip emerges suddenly.

According to gossip, Mirage Dragon pestered Yinglong for 3000 years, and finally moved, staying in his territory.Ying Long was very annoyed, even though he didn't do anything, the relationship between the two was normal.Looking at it now, things don't seem right.

Could it be that those old guys have no good intentions and don't like him from the very beginning?

After the judge left, the raging dragon energy receded like a tide.

The night watch nurse walked through the corridor, feeling a little cold, she couldn't help but stop and rubbed her arms.

Due to the cracks in the barrier, the deceased gathered in large numbers in a short period of time, and the yin energy flourished for a while.The ghost was detained, but the Yin Qi could not be completely dissipated.It will not cause actual harm to the living, but will still make them feel cold.

This is the sequelae of the gathering of ghosts, and Yan Luo's presence cannot avoid it.

In the ward, the short-haired girl did not sleep soundly, tossing and turning, and occasionally babbled.Young woman is upset and suddenly wants to smoke.However, the hospital is a non-smoking area, and he didn't bring it with him, so he could only open the window, blow in the cool breeze, and barely suppress his addiction.

"Ghost, is there really a ghost?" Facing the light reflected in the glass, thinking of the girl's terrified expression, the woman hesitated for a moment, then felt amused, and sneered, "Where do ghosts come from in the world? Any hell retribution is a lie." It's just human nonsense."

After nightfall, rows of lanterns are hung in Antique Street.

The lights are long and long, the revolving lanterns are spinning, the beauty lanterns are swaying, and the glazed lanterns are flickering. The whole long street is enveloped in it, and the grand scene is intoxicating, as if returning to a century ago.

The night market is newly opened, imitating the old stall vendors carrying burdens, women dressed in sarongs setting up pots and setting out wooden tables and chairs.The bone soup is rolled in the pot, and it holds a bowl of noodle soup, embellished with green onions, and the aroma is wafting, attracting many tourists who love food.

It is rare for Huangliang Inn to hang up lanterns, but the door is still closed, and there is no plan to open the door to welcome guests.

At midnight, the tourists dispersed one after another, the merchants closed their stalls one after another, the noise returned to silence, and the long street became deserted.

The moonlight fell, and there was a sound of footsteps on the bluestone road.

Click, click, click.

The sound is crisp and regular.

In the afterglow of the lights, a voluptuous figure swept across the long street like a breeze, with black hair hanging down his waist, covering the seductive curvature of his waist.

The waist is swaying while walking, the plump breasts tremble slightly, the round shoulders, and the slender neck are all beautiful.It was a cold spring night, and she wore only a cheongsam embroidered with begonias, without a shawl or a coat.

What was even more weird was that the night sky was clear without any trace of rain, but the woman was holding a paper umbrella in her hand.

The hand painted with bright red Koudan held the handle of the umbrella and turned it up and down as it walked.The pattern on the umbrella surface flows accordingly, as if alive.The moonlight shone on it, and it turned out to be a red fox running and chasing butterflies.

The woman walked all the way, and finally stopped in front of the Huangliang Inn.

The black stone carving glowed fluorescently, blocking the woman's way.

A red light rose from the umbrella surface, and the furry little fox emerged from the umbrella surface, turning into a three-meter-tall nine-tailed red fox, showing its fangs, as if about to charge forward.

The door slammed softly, and a gentle voice came from the room: "Nine Tails, your habit is not good."

The woman chuckled, put away the paper umbrella, and the moonlight sprinkled from the top of her head, reflecting a beautiful face that was as gorgeous as peaches and plums.

"Little Demon Nine Tails, please meet the Lord of the Yellow Beam."

"Come in and talk." Yan Jue's voice came again, and the lights in the inn were brightly lit.

"Thank God."

Nine Tails stepped over the threshold, and the wooden door closed behind her.

Behind the counter, Yan Xing was holding a wooden spoon, and in front of him were several clay pots and seventeen or eight wooden boxes containing dried herbs.Two wooden slips with red stripes on a black background were placed aside, their faces shimmered, and they flew into the wooden drawer on the wall one after another.

Yan Jue concentrated on the matter at hand, Jiuwei didn't dare to disturb, and waited respectfully in front of the counter.

It took about three quarters of an hour before Yan Jue prepared all the herbs needed, sealed the clay pot and put it on the shelf, and took a cloth towel to wipe his hands.

With sharp eyes, Nine Tails immediately recognized that the inconspicuous handkerchief was a shark.It is said that there are merman scales in it, and others can get a piece of it like a treasure, but this one uses it to wipe his hands. It can only be said that he is rich and powerful, and it is really incomparable.

"Tell me, why are you looking for me?" Putting the handkerchief aside casually, Yan Jue poured himself a cup of tea, and also gave Jiuwei a cup by the way.

"Go back to God..."

"Don't call me a god again, I'm no longer." Yan Liu put down the teacup, her tone was still gentle, but inexplicably put infinite pressure on people, "Don't talk around words, I don't have much time tonight."

"Yes." Nine Tails responded quickly, explaining the purpose of this trip.

"Teng snake skin?" Yan Piao asked in surprise, "What do you want this thing for, a fox?"

"Going back... my lord, I really have to." When mentioning this matter, Nine Tails also felt sad, "Daughter of the little demon, I don't live up to my expectations, I just look at God Jiang. I heard that he occasionally got a magic weapon. I need to find Teng Snake skin to make him a scabbard. Teng Snake has always disliked the Nine-Tailed Fox, so it is useless to ask for help. The little demon really has no choice but to ask the adults for help."

Nine Tails looked sad, with tears in his eyes.If ordinary people saw it, they would feel pity for her, and they would want the stars in the sky to be picked off by her too.It's a pity that she is facing a mirage dragon, and her tricks of bewitching are really not on the table.

Probably also aware of his weight, Kyuubi stopped crying after a while, not daring to resort to tricks.

"I have the snake skin."

"grown ups……"

"It's a pity I can't give it to you." Yan Jue shook his head and said, "I promised Geng Chen a few days ago to make him a scabbard."

Kyuubi just wanted to say that no matter who she gave it to, she would find a way to get it back.If the soft ones don't work, then come hard ones, if the hard ones don't work, you can directly lure them, and you can always find a way.

The word "Gengchen" came to my ears, as if cold water was poured on my head, and the excitement dissipated instantly.

Ying Long?

Means, lure?

Ha ha.

Sleep with your tail curled up, it's impossible to kill him.

"I still have two dragon scales in my hand, both of which can be forged, do you want to?"

"Yes!" Nine-Tails reborn hoping, nodding hastily.

Yan Jue didn't continue to speak, but folded his arms on the counter, tapped the table with his fingers, and looked at Jiuwei with a smile, the meaning was very obvious.

"My lord, as long as the little demon has it, my lord can take it."

"It doesn't need much, as long as you do one thing for me." Yan Jue smiled slightly and said, "Do you still remember what you did for Nuwa?"

"My lord, the little demon doesn't dare!" Nine Tails turned pale with shock, "When the world's people are prosperous, it is not like it was thousands of years ago. If the little demon does this again, he will be struck to death by the sky, my lord, please spare me!"

"I didn't let you do that." Yan Jue straightened up, snapped his fingers, and a screen appeared in front of the two of them.

The screen has a total of six pages, of which five pages are blank, and only one page has a flowing picture, showing the dead mother and child.

"I want you to fall into a dream and help the mother and son achieve their wish. If the matter is done, I will give you a dragon scale, how about it?"

So Easy?

Kyuubi couldn't believe his luck.

After confirming that the other party was not cheating on her, lest Yan Jue would regret it, he turned into a ray of light and threw himself into the screen.The paper umbrella left on the ground closed accordingly, and the red fox on the umbrella curled up, hugged the tail of the fox, and soon fell asleep soundly.