"Han Sheng, you said that we all did something, you became a dog, and I also became this ghost, what a ghost" The man touched the old yellow dog's head, sighed and said, the old yellow dog no longer licked him, it whimpered twice, and always recognized his statement. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

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"You, do you know my Grandpa Liu" Sanqing saw that the man actually recognized the old yellow dog as the old Liu Tou Chen Hansheng, he was stunned for a while, and he had no clue, he secretly searched the memory of the dust Taoist, but helplessly the face of that person was no longer a face, so he found nothing.

"I don't have time to talk about this now, let's get down to business first, I'm talking to you properly" The man stood up and said sternly.

Sanqing squinted, looking at the man vigilantly and noncommittal.

"If you don't destroy that thing, I'm afraid that kid above won't be able to hold on," the man said coldly, and then simply crossed his hands on his chest, letting the three clears make their own choices.

"Okay, but you'd better not play any tricks" Sanqing hesitated, but still gave in, he had no other choice, because there was no way forward, and there was no way back, and he thought of Soul Haoxuan, who was still fighting alone in the old street above.

The old yellow dog walked back to Sanqing's side and rubbed his head against his leg, as if to tell him not to worry.

"Then, what do you call it" Sanqing glanced down at the old yellow dog, but his heart was also a lot calmer, and then he looked up at the man and asked.

"Just call me Lao Chu," the man replied in a deep voice, then walked to Sanqing, stretched out his hand and gently pushed Sanqing aside, and then kicked open the iron door in front of him. I only heard a "bang", and dark red powder flew all over the sky. The man who called himself Lao Chu walked in directly.

Sanqing raised his hand and fanned the wind, and waited for a while until the powder stopped flying before he followed in. In front of him, another narrow passage appeared, about ten meters, and after that, an iron door appeared, which should be the same cell as before.

"Lao Chu, what is this place for" As he was walking, Sanqing suddenly asked.

"When the devil's dungeon entered Nanjing City, many people were arrested and locked up here, some were used to make real things, and some were not to be said, in short, it was inhumane, I don't know how many people died" Lao Chu replied softly, but he didn't stop.

"That's why there is a lot of resentment here, and so many souls are raised," Sanqing said to himself.

Hearing this word, Lao Chu was stunned for a moment, because he had never heard of this thing.

"Oh, it's the black thing on it, we just gave him the name" Sanqing replied with a smile when he saw Lao Chu asking.

"The young man is really whimsical," Lao Chu said coldly, and then he didn't ask any more, he continued to walk forward, and soon came to the end of this prison area, where there was also an iron door, he still kicked it open, and then walked in.

"Hurry up, you're here" Before Sanqing approached the iron gate, he heard Lao Chu urging anxiously inside, so he immediately quickened his pace.

Behind this door, there was no narrow passage, and there were not cells in patches, but a wide room. There was a bookcase in the room, filled with dusty books, and next to the bookcase lay a large table with an old rotary telephone, the wire of which was almost corroded. There was a chair next to the phone, and on the chair sat a skeleton, one of which held a gun in one hand and a thick yellow notebook in the other.

"This is the devil's office, and this guy is the warden of this prison. When the devils retreated, he refused to leave, and really regarded this place where people wanted to die as his home, and he had a roster of this dungeon in his hand, which recorded the names of all the Nanjing people who had been imprisoned in this dungeon for five years, and none of these people were spared" Lao Chu looked at the bones and said viciously.

"In this case, this resentment should be emanating from this roster, as long as this roster is destroyed, those souls should not be able to regenerate," Sanqing said, changing the lantern in his right hand to his left, and then took out a piece of talisman paper from his right trouser pocket.

He chanted the incantation, and the yellow paper in his hand burst into flames, and he threw the paper out, landing on the table, only inches away from the bones.

Under the firelight, he saw that the skeleton was bubbling with black gas, and the same was true of the roster in his hand, which was resentment.

"It seems that it's not just the roster, this little devil is also full of resentment" Sanqing saw this scene, only to realize that the bones and the resentment emanating from the roster in his hand were actually equal. In other words, the bones and the roster became the source of this resentment.

"Of course he has a monstrous grudge, he has killed so many innocent people, and he doesn't think he has killed enough, he is not even as good as a brute" After listening to Sanqing's words, Lao Chu immediately became extremely angry.

The old yellow dog barked suddenly when he finished saying this.

"Haha, I didn't mean you, Han Sheng, don't be angry, don't be angry, the beast is much better than him, much better" Lao Chu saw the old yellow dog barking, and immediately reacted, and hurriedly lowered his head and explained to the old yellow dog.

"In this case, then burning together with this skeleton can solve the problem" Sanqing said, walked to the skeleton, took out the roster from his hand, gently patted the dust on it, and then casually opened a page, on the yellowed notebook, with extremely neat Chinese characters densely written with people's names He continued to flip through it, every page is the same.

"It's really a beast" Sanqing frowned, angry from his heart, and then slammed the roster slammed on the bones.

I heard a "click", and the roster smashed the bones apart.

"What about the crimes committed by the little devil against this Nanjing City, you only saw the name on this booklet, and saw the grievances on this street, but you didn't see the grievances all over the city," Lao Chu glanced at the scattered skeletons and sighed.

The corners of Sanqing's mouth twitched, but he didn't know what to say, so he closed his mouth again.

"Young man, there are many, many places like this in this city, and if you have the chance, you should take a good walk around this city, and try not to let the souls of these helpless victims be imprisoned in the places that have hurt them. Let them go where they should go, and drink Meng Po soup and forget this painful memory" Lao Chu saw that Sanqing wanted to speak and stopped, thought for a while, and said such a thing seriously.

Sanqing looked at Lao Chu's face, which was no longer faceless, nodded heavily, and said, "Don't worry, I will."