In the morgue, because of the appearance of Feng Qingyan, the yin qi rose rapidly, exuding a gloomy and cold aura, looking like a ghostly forest. At this time, the soul hook chain turned into a hideous black snake, and flew out with the sound of wind and thunder, instantly locking the middle-aged ghost.

"Let go of me, let go of me, I don't want to go, I don't want to go. ”

The middle-aged ghost cried out in horror, constantly struggling, but the more he struggled, the tighter the chain of hooking the soul became, "Ah, it hurts, it hurts, let go of me......"

At this point, the middle-aged ghost fell to it in pain, and the more he tried to tear off the chains, the tighter the chains became, almost breaking his waist. Feng Qingyan was a little surprised when he saw it, he couldn't imagine that the soul hook chain could be like this, so he quickly loosened it, otherwise the soul hook chain could really strangle him into two sections.

"Whoa, whoa—"

The middle-aged ghost breathed a few sighs of relief, and the whole person seemed to have collapsed, at this time he quickly got up, knelt in front of Feng Qingyan in fear, and said in horror: "The ghost is sent to the adult, the villain doesn't dare, the villain doesn't dare, the villain will go with you." ”

Feng Qingyan looked calm, nodded at him, and then walked out of the morgue.

Although the middle-aged man is a ghost, the yang energy on his soul has not completely faded, and he can't pass through the wall like Feng Qingyan at all. However, now that there is a soul hook chain, there is naturally no such problem.

At this time, Feng Qingyan used You Fangbu to quickly walk out of the hospital, and then quickly walked back towards You Fangdian. And the middle-aged ghost who was dragged behind him was like riding a roller coaster, dizzy, and couldn't even stand on his feet.

When Feng Qingyan brought him back to the You Fang Palace, the middle-aged ghost had not yet recovered from his breath.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was not in a hurry to throw him into the soul well, of course, he was also a little curious about the soul well, although according to the information in his mind, he knew that the soul well was a channel to transport ghosts. However, it is not stated where the soul well transports the ghosts, whether it is transported to the Qingshan City God's Mansion or directly to the Underworld?

In addition to this, according to folklore, the ghost must know the name of the other party, the date of birth, etc.

However, he is just a wandering hall, and he is only a lonely ghost, and he doesn't know his name and birthday, but he can also say it.

Moreover, legends are legends after all, and they cannot be taken seriously.

However, Feng Qingyan still has a little doubt, that is, what is the income of the You Fang Palace? The income of the Land Temple is incense, but the You Fang Hall does not seem to have incense.

So what is its revenue?

Is it just that you can't get in and out?

If that's the case, it seems a bit unreasonable.

Incense, divine power, merit, or something else?

"Merit?"

Feng Qingyan frowned, he didn't know if he had merit, but most of the folk legends about ghosts and gods were accompanied by merit. But what is this merit, and is it the same as in folklore?

What is the use of merit?

When I think of merit, I naturally think of incense, which is the power of wishes, and the power of wishes can be turned into divine power. According to folk legends, incense can become a god, that is, it is cultivated to become a god with the help of incense. At this time, Feng Qingyan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, it seemed that he hadn't explored this aspect yet.

However, all this is just his imagination, and it can't be true.

After a while, the middle-aged ghost also relieved himself, stood in the courtyard tremblingly and looked around, and when he saw Feng Qingyan sitting on the main hall, he knelt down again.

"Small, little people meet the ghost and send the adult. ”

The middle-aged ghost kowtowed a few times, and when he found that Feng Qingyan did not move, he secretly raised his head. Seeing that Feng Qingyan was looking at him quietly, and did not scold, he mustered up the courage to ask, "Lord Ghost, this, this is the underworld?"

Feng Qingyan sat on the main hall, did not smile, and asked calmly: "Report your name, birthdate, place of origin and cause of death." ”

"The villain's name is Zhang Guoqiang, born on May 14, 1972, it seems that he was born at 9 o'clock in the morning, he is from Qingshan County, and he was hit by a car and died. The middle-aged ghost thought for a moment and said, although he didn't want to say it, but he didn't dare not say it here.

Feng Qingyan nodded, and then with a wave of the soul hook chain in his hand, he immediately locked him again.

"Onicha-sama, what are you—what are you going to do?"

The middle-aged ghost said with some horror, but this time he didn't dare to struggle anymore, as if he also knew that the more he struggled, the tighter the chains would be locked.

"Send you reincarnation. ”

Feng Qingyan said, and then dragged the middle-aged ghost into the backyard, and when he was about to throw the middle-aged ghost in, a message suddenly came to his mind.

Zhang Guoqiang, a native of Qingshan County, was born at 9 a.m. on May 14, 1972, and died in a car accident. When he finished speaking, a faint ghostly light came out of the soul well, and at this time he threw the middle-aged ghost down.

The middle-aged ghost cried out in terror, and fell into the soul well and disappeared.

Feng Qingyan stayed in front of the soul well for a while, then walked out and sat on the main hall, holding the You Fang Palace Order in his hand, frowning slightly and saying, "No reaction?"

In his guess, there might be some divine power or merit income, but nothing, which surprised him a little.

"Forget it. ”

Feng Qingyan shook his head, he was not interested in catching ghosts at this time, and after staying for a while, he returned to Qingshan Village. After returning to Qingshan Village, he immediately tried the folklore of incense to become a god, that is, to cultivate with the help of incense.

However, after trying a few times, nothing seems to happen.

"Sure enough, it's just a legend, and it can't be true. Feng Qingyan said lightly, there was no loss in his heart, and he seemed very calm, "However, is there too little incense? Ten thousand wisps will turn into a drop of golden divine liquid......

"Do you need divine liquid to be able to cultivate?"

Feng Qingyan guessed again, and then stood in front of the window with a glass of boiled water, looking at the night sky quietly.

Land Temple, Youfang Temple......

What's next?

Is I really the only one left in the world?

After thinking about it for a while, he went to sleep.

The next day, Feng Qingyan drove his grandparents to the county seat to take the train, because there were only a few days left in August, and school would start soon. During the time they lived, Feng Qingyan injected spiritual energy into them from time to time, and under the majestic vitality of the spiritual energy, their bodies were already very healthy, and they seemed to be ten years younger.

Even they clearly feel that their old problems, especially their old problems, are now all cured.

After sending off his grandparents, Feng Qingyan arrived at the company.

The full name of the company is Xiaoqingshan Cultural Tourism Development Co., Ltd., which is currently mainly divided into four departments, namely the scenic spot management department, the administrative office, the finance department and the market operation department.

However, at present, the entire company is managed by Shang Qing.

"Classmate Feng, my friend is here. At this time, Shang Qing smiled and said, she invited that person, but it took a lot of effort.

"Coming?"

Feng Qingyan is also happy, in fact, he has been waiting for the landscape designer, if there is no landscape architect, the village's project will not be able to go on at all.

Now it's finally here.

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