On the walkway in the Xinfeng steel processing plant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Are you really Feng Lei??"

Wanxiang stretched his neck like a puppy and sniffed up and down a white transparent young ghost in a blue hospital gown, making the young ghost writhe uncomfortably.

"You sleep in the refrigerator?" Wan Xiang Dao frowned, rubbing his cold hands, "Why does it smell like a refrigerator?"

"That's enough, Wanxiang, how long are you trying to trick me?"

"As soon as I died in the hospital, I was arrested here by this surnamed Fang," Feng Lei's eyes flashed with resentment, and he looked around at the dilapidated factory and gritted his teeth and said, "How many years have you counted how many years I have been dead?"

Universal Dao blinked his eyes and looked at his old classmate in a hospital gown with pity.

Feng Lei died of a strange illness, and Wanxiang Dao visited him during his hospitalization, although the two had a fight before being hospitalized.

Wanxiang Dao wanted to put his arm on his shoulder, but his arm "passed" his white transparent figure and threw himself into the air.

Feng Lei stared at Wanxiang Dao's move of retracting his hand to touch the tip of his nose in order to hide his embarrassment, and his face showed bitterness: "I never believed that I was dead! ”

Wan Xiangdao felt unable to adapt, as if he remembered something, tilted his head and asked, "By the way, why don't you run away when you get together so much?"

When Feng Lei heard this, his white transparent body was wandering in the air, and he opened his hands and sighed: "After drinking the dust repelling soup, he will become a lonely ghost after a few more days of torture, so can he escape?"

Feng Lei looked at Wanxiang Dao and was silent, so he was surprised and said, "You came here for the treasure surnamed Fang, right?"

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This is a passage with dim incandescent lamps installed every twenty meters, led by the wandering Feng Lei, Wanxiang Road, Liu Mengmeng and Xiaoqi walked towards the legendary "manager's office".

Walking on this hard-bottomed pavement that has cracked into a spider's web, stepping on it is as if it is soft and soft on the sand. While he was thinking wildly, the voice of Ireland's weakness came to his mind.

“。。。 Flower... Take... ”

Xiao Qi always paid attention to Wanxiangdao's every move, and noticed that he was approaching his destination, and his face suddenly showed a look of excitement, and his eyes rolled and wondered: What kind of treasure can cause him to react so much? Could it be mahogany?

As a few people approached the door with the "Manager's Office" sign on it, unlike Feng Lei's resentment, Liu Mengmeng's caution and Xiaoqi's vigilance, Wanxiang Dao was swaggering, and he couldn't see the anxiety of facing a strong enemy.

Until Liu Mengmeng blocked the front door and sealed her hands with her hands, Xiao Qi raised her mahogany sword with both hands and wanted to split. Wanxiang Dao finally couldn't help but be furious: "Two eldest sisters, the one surnamed Fang is already dead, there is no need to be in such a big formation." ”

Regarding the suspicious attitude of the two female generals, Wanxiang Dao stepped forward and grabbed the doorknob and swirled, and flashed in without thinking.

"Hmm!"

Liu Mengmeng covered her mouth and nose, a trace of corpse gas wafted in the cool air, and there was a stench of salted fish?

This is a gloomy office, and the dim faces of several well-known Chinese entrepreneurs hanging on the wall are a little hideous and gloomy. On the opposite desk lay a figure of a black man, as if asleep.

"Ahh

A high-decibel scream that shook the eardrums startled everyone, Xiaoqi ran behind Liu Mengmeng like a frightened deer, trembling and clutching her arms, looking at the figure lying on the desk with a choked voice, still shocked.

Wan Xiangdao looked at Liu Mengmeng and frowned cautiously approaching the fallen figure, shook his head and sighed: The man's face was blue and hideous, bleeding from seven holes, and scared people to death when the lights were on.

Sure enough, Liu Mengmeng patted her chest and ran quickly to everyone the next moment, her breathing was light and her eyes were frightened.

"Can you say anything about the treasures? I looked at it for a long time, and saw nothing but a pot of flowers and a rusty bronze rosette. Wanxiang shrugged his shoulders and asked very unpleasantly.

Liu Mengmeng was suddenly very angry, this little ghost spirit had really secretly searched the entire room, and it was a fantasy to fool him.

"Hmph, this kind of ghost cultivation nest is not only a grimace flower and a lotus flower seat, but also some cash and magic weapons," Liu Mengmeng's eyes wandered around the wooden sword in his hand, and finally he held the hilt of the sword and shook it: "If you are still unwilling, you can also move those machines." ”

Wanxiang Dao hated it so much when he heard it, the ghost wanted these machines, and whoever wanted this kind of sticky thing to take it.

The pot of ghost flowers blooming like a clown flower plate on the windowsill was put away by Liu Mengmeng and them, Wan Xiangdao had carefully looked at the countless plants made of black and dark silk, and the stamens of the clown pattern turned out to be a group of hideous and hateful human heads, including Feng Lei.

As for the quaint bronze rosette with the size of a basin in a corner, it was retracted into the "seed bank" space by the universal way. provoked Liu Mengmeng and them to secretly scold Wanxiang Dao for being stingy, and they couldn't even look at it.

This kind of magic weapon that transforms spiritual power is not unusual. After all, ghost cultivators are in this kind of ghostly environment, and they usually absorb spiritual energy, which inevitably carries a trace of ghost energy.

In order to avoid his whole body being filled with this kind of frozen ghost qi, he used magic weapons to transform into the gentle mana of humans, otherwise it would be easy to train himself into a cold "zombie" after a long time. Then things would be tragic and lose the true meaning of making money!

"Two sluts, little imps, give me my money or treasures!"

Just as they were going out, a purple middle-aged ghost in a white suit screamed and pounced.

"Whew"

A large red dragon's eye fireball hit his forehead, and the middle-aged ghost instantly turned into a few wisps of black smoke and dispersed.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Wanxiang Dao withdrew his large right palm, clapped his little hand, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. didn't know that Feng Lei next to him looked at this scene with a frightened face, and his fear of this old classmate deepened.

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Inside the ghost workshop.

Wanxiang Dao looked at the patches of transparent ghosts in front of him and was worried, how could this group of powerful ghosts break??

According to the normal procedure, Liu Mengmeng and the others only planned to catch two powerful ghosts, and then sell them to those second ancestors in the spirit world as trial items to make a profit.

But now it's okay, the surname Fang is dead, and I have a headache after catching all the ghosts. Ask a monk with profound mana to exceed at least one million for a powerful ghost, how much does it cost to calculate the number of a thousand here?

Powerful ghosts, ghosts with grudges, to purify and transcend them, they need to sublimate themselves, become enlightened and liberated!

In this regard, even if there is a high monk with Huigen, it will take a lot of time and energy. It can be said that this is a purely thankless job, and no one wants to do it.

Why didn't the spirit world eradicate this factory earlier? Of course, I was afraid that the destruction of the grimace flower by the surname Fang would cause all the ghosts to riot and cause the scene to get out of control, and this "expensive" overspending was also an important reason.

Everyone was at a loss, and just when Wanxiang Dao rubbed his eyebrows and was about to use the fireball technique to free them, a thing in the "seed bank" space trembled and wanted to break free.

"Whew"

Universal Dao took the thing out and flew out of his hands and hovered above their heads without waiting to examine it himself.

It was a blood-red fox-shaped ancient jade, suddenly red radiant, and a squirrel-sized three-tailed fire fox jumped out of it, its whole body was red as blood, entrenched above the group of ghosts, and after indifferently glancing below, the three fox tails behind him saw the wind rise sharply, enveloping the group of ghosts in a transparent hemispherical light film.

"Whew"

The three-tailed fire fox had a small mouth, and the group of ghosts wrapped in the light film shrank and flew towards its mouth, and was swallowed by it.

Wanxiang Dao's face was complicated, holding the ancient jade of the three-tailed fire fox that turned into a blood-colored fox again, this is a gift from the little witch Zhang Youyou, this favor is a bit big!(See the legend of the fourteenth chapter of the first volume for details)

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Outside the Xinfeng Iron and Steel Processing Plant.

Wanxiang Daomu sent Liu Mengmeng and them away in a black Audi, and finally he dialed a familiar phone number and started a conversation that was not very pleasant.

"Grandpa, I'm your grandson Xiangdao. I... Wanxiang Dao wiped his tears and said with a crying voice.

"Will I ever see my mother again, will she turn into an evil spirit?" Wanxiang held his phone, but his gaze stayed on the distant horizon.

"She left with a smile, so what's the point of resentment?"

The response from the microphone made Wanxiangdao's heart twitch, and sure enough, there was no way at all?

The next moment, he pointed the microphone at his mouth and almost roared.

"Laughing, fight for their lives, hehe, just for a half-demon who can't move," Wanxiang Dao clenched his fists, with anger: "Grandpa, you tell me, such a tragedy... ”

"Xiang Dao! You are not a tragedy!"

"Your mother gave birth to you for that impossible task. ”

Wanxiang Dao knelt on his legs, he couldn't cry anymore, holding the mobile phone in both hands and whispering: "What kind of task?"

"Change the fate of plants that cannot be decided!"

"Snap"

The mobile phone in Wanxiangdao's hand slipped off, his hands scratched his hair vigorously, and even knocked his head on the concrete floor.

The whole person made a strange sound of the roar of a beast from time to time, and in his struggle to hold his head to the sky, his black eyes had long been replaced by blue eyes without pupils!

The kneeling boy with yellow claw-like roots emerging from his knees, and trembling green branches and leaves growing all over his body, didn't notice that the mobile phone on the ground was still in hands-free mode.

Everything here was heard on the other end of the black telephone microphone that was in her hand.

Inside the study room.

In case Da threw the microphone on the desk, he commanded the green cheongsam girl on the display with an irritated face.

"Sister Wan, you give me the direction of my grandson. ”

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