In his arms was a large pile of transparent glass-like bottles, about seven or eight in size, the size of a fist, with a large and narrow belly, and a mess of dried character labels tied to the bottleneck. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After he floated down, he placed them on the table one by one, and there were all kinds of insects in the five bottles, three of which Zhu Yifei still knew, one was the poisonous blood whisker that once crawled on her neck, and the other was the red-faced second master of the thunder worm, and the remaining one was actually a human-faced blood Gu.

The rest of the bottles could not be named, some looked like scorpions, some looked like ants, women's hair, scallops, etc., but the little hand of the painter took out a huge bottle from under the table, poured these species into it one by one, and then closed the lid.

Several living creatures began to entangle and fight, and there was a squeak similar to a woman's scream from the bottle, and in a short time, the poisonous blood whisker swallowed all the other living creatures in its abdomen, and its swollen abdomen became a ball, and countless feet kept kicking and kicking, but they could no longer move a single bit.

"Well, yes, the things brought back from the world are really poisonous enough," the painting doctor smiled with satisfaction.

Zhu Yifei was just about to speak, but Ziyang hooked her fingers under her sleeve and shook her head slightly.

Holding back things is always extremely uncomfortable, but what can be done, now people have to bow their heads under the eaves, even if the painting doctor wants to feed this disgusting thing into the mouth of the little monk, she feels that she can accept it.

It turned out that she was thinking too much, and the painting doctor hooked the insect out with a small hook and put it in the palm of the little monk's hand, only to see that the well-fed poisonous blood whiskers instantly became several times smaller, and then, the two tufts of short whiskers on the head pierced into the flesh and slowly sucked them.

"Just now, this poisonous blood beard has eaten a lot of poison, and it is when the pain is unbearable, the ghost qi on his body can relieve the pain, and when this little guy changes color, he will be fine," said the painting doctor.

Zhu Yifei's eyes stared at the poisonous blood whisker tightly, and saw that its bright red body began to undergo wonderful changes, as if it was fading, first light red, then pink, and finally white, and then began to grow small black spots, and finally the black spots slowly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, fused with each other, and the whole became pitch black, and at this time, the poisonous blood whisker had long since disappeared from its previous slender figure, and the entire black ping-pong ball seemed to be unable to pull out even the whiskers stuck in the skin.

"Demon girl, I'm in so much pain" The little monk suddenly came to his senses and groaned after struggling twice.

"It'll be fine in a while" Zhu Yifei looked at the painting doctor and comforted him carefully.

"Okay, that's the end," said the doctor, who hooked the poisonous blood whisker with a small hook and stuffed it back into the big bottle, and said with a smile: "Big silver, give money"

"Okay," Ziyang said, took out two golden eyeballs from his waist and handed them over, and suddenly the painter smiled happily and began to bow and bend over them, the stark contrast between the front and the back was really indescribable.

"This. Two. Only. Gold. Eye. Ball. No. Only. Be. Diagnosis. Gold. Still. Yes. He. Target. Body. Portion. No. Yes. Outside. Vent. Not. then ......."

"Da Yin, don't worry" The painting doctor gritted at the mouth full of willful fangs, and the two suspended eyeballs trembled with excitement.

The little monk stood up and walked off the table, looked at the red dot on the palm of his hand and pouted at Zhu Yifei, Zhu Yifei held his other hand and comforted, "It's okay if you're okay."

"What about the beard?" After the three of them left the medical hall, they turned around the corner, and Zhu Yifei grabbed Ziyang's gray sleeve robe and asked.

"The beard is fine, it can get through, it's good that you didn't say it just now, otherwise its life wouldn't have been saved" Ziyang frowned as she looked at the blackened ginseng wrapped around her arm.

"That's good" Of course, she knew that ginseng belonged to immortals, and the ghosts in the domain were powerful and ate blood, and things such as immortal mushroom spirit grass to enhance cultivation spells had always been treasures to compete for, where did she dare to show it to the public.

The three of them walked through the streets and alleys and returned to the Ghost Palace, Ji Wuming didn't know when he was already waiting there, his expression was a little nervous, and he smiled reluctantly after seeing Ziyang, and said: "Lu. Green. Bone. Give. Come. Finish. Blood. Letter. Say. Want. And. I. One. Battle"

Ziyang frowned when he heard this, stretched out the bright red human skin he handed over, looked at it and said, "But it's in alliance with other ghost ministers?" ”

"Purpose. Former. Only. Know. Road. Ten thousand. Sinus. No. Yes. Ginseng. And. That. He. Target. Ghost. Minister. Occupy. Say. Already. Pass through. See. Over"

"The result?" Ziyang asked.

"I don't know, when are we leaving"

"Since he's busy contacting other ghost ministers to attack you, it's too late for us to follow his old path," Ziyang sighed.

"Then what should I do, can your demon army help me?" Ji Wuming seemed to be really anxious, and he didn't say a word for word in this sentence.

Ziyang glanced at Zhu Yifei, who was whispering with the little monk, and saw that she didn't seem to hear what she just said, so she said, "I'll talk to you later."

"Oh. Okay" Ji Wuming nodded, as if he saw something, and suddenly fell silent.

The little monk was complaining about abdominal pain with Zhu Yifei, and the surroundings suddenly quieted down, making his voice particularly abrupt, and he stopped talking.

"You take Huitong to rest first, and then come with me," Ziyang said with a grim face.

"Yes, good"

"Don't, I'll go too, you and the demon girl can't leave me," the little monk suddenly raised his temper and raised his voice.

"Don't mess around" Ziyang reprimanded, his face was dark and gloomy, and there was a posture of mountain rain coming.

"You stay here obediently, I'll be back in a while" Seeing that Ziyang, who had always been good-tempered, suddenly became like this, Zhu Yifei also became a little stunned, and hurriedly comforted the little monk.

Huitong stopped talking, a pair of eyes blinked, half a nod, and walked to the bedroom unhappily, and by the way, he hid his beard in his sleeve and took it away.

Seeing that the white bone door was closed, Zhu Yifei breathed a sigh of relief, and Ziyang smiled at her and said, "Don't take off your hat yet"

Then he turned his head to Ji Wuming and said: "For today's plan, we can only draw salaries from the bottom of the kettle first."

"Such as. What. Kettle. Bottom. Draw out. Firewood? Ji Wuming asked.

"That is the limit of sneaking into the royal city and waiting for the ghost king, the so-called near the water is the first to get the moon, as long as he swallows his last breath, you can naturally accept all the king's divine power, and when that time comes, even if Lu Qinggu has more ghost soldiers, there is nothing to do"

"Who are you talking about Lu Qinggu?" Zhu Yifei interjected and asked.

"It's the Tsing Yi ghost who embarrassed me at the banquet," Ziyang said.

"The method you said is good, but how can we enter the ghost city, where there is no wind and grass within a radius of hundreds of miles and cannot escape the eyes of the ghost king, and besides, the ghost gate, we can't pass through" Ji Wuming said so neatly.

"Don't you have a treasure?" Ziyang said with a smile.

For some reason, Zhu Yifei always felt extremely complicated when she saw that smile.

"You. . . Be. Say. Soul Escape Needle? "Ji Wudao.

"Yes"

"You know the usefulness of the Soul Trap, but what does it have to do with how to enter a ghost town?"

"Of course, the soul avoidance needle alone can't be used, but if you add the broken bone lock, then everything will be solved"

"You mean......." Ji Wuming suddenly stood up from the chair, looked at Ziyang with a gaze of almost admiration and worship, and rubbed his ghost hands on his chest and said: "You are worthy of being my military advisor" But in an instant, he quieted down again, his long eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes hidden in the dark circles were silent and said to Ziyang: "But the broken bone lock is not with me"

"Well, I know, in Wan Douna, you first hand over the soul avoidance needle to me, and then I will use a trick to help you trick back the broken bone lock"

"Is that true?" Ji has no life.

"Naturalness takes it seriously"

"But what method do you use?" Ji Wuming was obviously a little uneasy.

"Shhh, I can't say it here, beware that the wall has ears" Ziyang's mysterious appearance completely suppressed Ji Wusheng.

"Okay, you wait, I'll fetch it" Ji Wuming hesitated for about half a quarter of an hour before he made up his mind, turned around and floated to the window, and after making a few very strange movements, he saw that a curled strange tongue suddenly appeared in the high wall, slowly opened, and the blue light flashed inside, and it could be seen from a distance that it was a needle bent into a wave.

Ji Wuming floated to Ziyang's side with his hand, lowered his head and stroked repeatedly, refusing to deliver it for a long time.

"If you can't believe it," Ziyang suddenly said coldly.

"No. No. No, believe. Get. "Ji Wuming was stimulated by his words, and came back to his senses, and reluctantly handed the strange needle in his hand to Ziyang.

"That's it, Yifei, go pour two glasses of wine, we two brothers drink for morality," Ziyang suddenly laughed.

Ji Wuming also laughed silly, looking at the simple-minded nerd appearance, he didn't look like a seedling who could become a ghost king, maybe Ziyang chose him to make good use of the control and leave the domain as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yifei was also relieved, and went to two glasses of wine, if you say that the most in the ghost palace is the wine, almost all the place, the ghost, the place where you live is obviously not so particular, and no one cleans the good palace, it is deserted, it looks like a bachelor group dormitory.

Poured the bright green wine into the two bone cups and brought it to the two of them, Ji Wuming was about to pick it up, Ziyang stopped him and smiled: "You and I have been friends for many years, of course I respect you" As he spoke, he picked up one of the glasses, and his little finger inadvertently dipped in the wine, making a circle of subtle ripples.

This is too unhygienic, isn't he very clean? Although Zhu Yifei complained in his heart, he didn't speak, watching him hand the accidentally contaminated wine to Ji Wuming and said: "Little brother wishes the eldest brother to ascend to the throne as soon as possible, and then it will all depend on Brother Ji."

"Good. Say. Good. said, "Ji Wuming took the wine with a smile and drank it all, and Ziyang followed closely behind.

"Actually, Wan Dou is a very weak ghost, this time I went to the Jiaotou area, the little brother will definitely complete the task smoothly and bring the broken bone lock back to Brother Ji, in fact, Brother Ji doesn't have to be grateful to me, thanks to your acceptance and care during this time, especially ......."

Yes......

Ziyang was talking to himself, Ji Wusheng suddenly wailed hoarsely, and at the same time, I saw that the middle of his forehead suddenly turned into inky fragments between the two eyebrows, like black glass.

Layers peeled off his ghost skin, exactly the same as when the ghost father died at the wedding banquet, except that he was very fast, and in an instant, the face disappeared, then the neck and shoulders, and in the end, only a gray robe and a pile of scattered fragments remained.

Zhu Yifei looked at everything in front of him in a daze, until Ziyang's voice came from the back of his neck, bringing a piercing chill on his back, only to hear him continue the unfinished words in a low voice, and said slowly: "Especially this hat"