Now we don't have the time or the manpower to go treasure hunting in the Dragon Palace, but I promised the great shaman Moroda to let him see the world hundreds of years later.

Taking advantage of this time, I took the spirit of Moroda and walked around, although it was only a fleeting moment, but it also amazed the old shaman who had been trapped in the dragon palace for hundreds of years.

I came back this time because I was going to send Moroda to the underworld, and he had already drawn a topographical map of the vicinity of the Dragon Palace and left it for us.

In this way, the old shaman is no longer useful, and the old shaman himself is not willing to stay in the world anymore.

He has no other concerns, the Qing Dynasty has also collapsed, the children of the Eight Banners can't even speak Manchu, the shaman has disappeared without a shadow, he has no descendants, and there is no point in staying in the world.

It's just that we have offended the underworld enough in the past year, and Zheng Fatzi openly took in the fugitive Niu Tou from the underworld.

Fortunately, Fat Zheng hasn't done anything else recently, angering the behemoth who is in charge of our life and death.

Night---

"Hey..."

The illusory figure of Moroda stood by the window, the weather was good, the night sky was full of stars, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.

I could see that even though Moroda had made his decision, he still had a nostalgia for the world in his heart.

This is true of all souls, with little exception.

"It's almost time, old man, and you should go. ”

If I don't become an immortal god and don't jump out of reincarnation, sooner or later I will have such a day.

However, in today's world, where is the opportunity to jump out?

When I thought of this, my heart was also filled with inexplicable depression.

Some people may say that it is because they can get the power that ordinary people can't get, but in the end, they want to exist forever.

I was thinking for a while, and the strange thing was that I had never felt this way when I was not less over-souled.

However, Moroda's words interrupted my complicated thoughts, "Yes, it's time..."

Moroda glanced greedily at the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and his translucent body shook and turned into an illusory black gas.

I had prepared a table of repent for Moroda, and with a shake of my hand, the text of the statement written on yellow paper immediately burst into flames.

"Let's go, old man, if we have a fate, we'll see you in the world!"

As he spoke, the text suddenly turned into a bright line of fire, entwining around the soul of Moroda.

Then, the cold wind hung up from the closed room, and the corners of my clothes flew one after another, and the line of fire and the soul of Morada slowly dimmed, and finally disappeared completely.

There are also different ways of writing the table, the current one is to put the text table directly on the body of Moroda, and the other is to send the text table directly to the hands of the demons in the underworld.

If it's good enough, of course, it's better to use the one I'm using now, but it's a bit of a drain on me.

"The old man is gone?"

Zheng Fatzi pushed open the door and said with a shrunken head.

I nodded, and didn't speak.

Early the next morning, Zheng Fatzi went out for a walk and brought back a big bag for breakfast.

The place we are choosing now is in front of the hospital, and with his superb eloquence, Zheng Fatzi quickly opened up the market among the doctors and staff of the hospital.

The food in the hospital is a bit expensive, but it is cleaner than the food in the stalls outside.

Therefore, he would go to the hospital cafeteria every day to buy some food.

This hospital is where the Biancannon doctor works, and it's here that we met the mirage's spirit.

Speaking of which, this mirage dragon is also missing, and an old ghost like him has recovered his strength, even higher than the ghost king Cao, but there is no news coming.

I don't think the old dragon's soul is so easy to stop, but I can't find his whereabouts now, so I can only assume that I don't know.

Fat Zheng hummed a southern and northern tone that he couldn't hear what it was, with a smile on his face.

"Yo, fat brother, what happened to you?" asked the rabbit demon Yuxuan, holding a cabbage-stuffed bun and nibbling on it.

"Hey, hey. Zheng Fat Man just laughed, didn't speak, picked up a meat bun and threw it into his mouth, and swallowed it in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, a bag of buns, Zheng Fatzi has already eaten more than half of it.

Now that they are not in the Nine Palaces, they went to the capital, and I heard that there was a disturbance under the lock dragon well.

The lock dragon well in the capital is different from what we saw in the Yuanjiang River, it is said that there is another small underground world under the well, there are countless seals near the wellhead, Jiugong They were invited to strengthen the seals this time, and it is estimated that it will be a few days before they can come back.

Bian Pao came late in the morning, and he was already living with the doctor in the hospital, and it was probably still hot.

As soon as we saw that Zheng Fatzi intended to sell Guanzi, we didn't ask, and after a while, the buns on the table were gone.

After eating, Zheng Fatzi sucked the tea and talked to us.

It turned out that when he went to buy steamed buns this morning, he really encountered a business.

Everyone knows that the frequency of paranormal cases has been increasing for a long time, and most of these cases involve deaths.

Therefore, the business of catching ghosts and subduing demons is also in demand again.

Early this morning, Zheng Fatzi had just arrived at the hospital and was preparing to eat in the canteen under the inpatient department, and as soon as he walked to the elevator door, he was stopped by a doctor in a white coat.

The yin qi has always been heavy in the hospital, both at home and abroad, and many people have died, and the yin qi naturally accumulates and does not disperse.

Therefore, in the past, when the hospital was built, from site selection to construction, there were people who helped to look at feng shui with long eyes.

Nowadays, people don't pay so much attention to feng shui issues, and the frequency of accidents in the end is also high.

Zheng Fatzi knew this doctor, this person was a classmate of the object of the side cannon, surnamed Zhang, a surgeon, and quite talkative.

We have helped this hospital deal with the mirage before, so everyone has also taken care of each other, and during this time, Zheng Fatzi has always gone to other people's places to spread his thoughts, and this Dr. Zhang is also familiar with him.

Usually bragging, not to mention, Zheng Fatzi also sold a lot of talismans to others.

Recently, Zheng Fatzi changed his strategy and took the path of small profits and quick turnover, so he really successfully promoted the talisman business to these people.

There are also many doctors who have bought amulets ranging from tens to hundreds of yuan, and this Dr. Zhang is naturally one of them.

Zheng Fatzi looked flustered and his face was ugly, so he asked, "Lao Zhang, what's wrong with you, what scared you?"

Dr. Zhang's face did not improve, he did not speak, but opened the white coat and pulled a thin red thread out of the collar of the clothes inside.

(End of chapter)