When Bu'an returned to the inn, everyone Qisi was looking for him at the inn

Seeing him coming back from outside, Deng Xiaoxian and the others couldn't help but ask, what happened outside, the ghost crying wolf howling, what was going on...

Bu An shook his head and was silent, annoyed by the question, so he smiled and said, "At best, they are just some ghosts and demons." Our Ghost Hunting Division has not opened for a long time, and it is just time to return to the old business. ”

When the old people of the Seventh Division heard him say this, they couldn't help but feel refreshed when they thought of the experience of subduing demons and catching ghosts for more than half a year—it was strange to say, the grinding errand that was hard to call at the beginning, now that I think about it, it is actually quite memorable, and even a little fascinating.

The brothers who have newly joined the Seventh Division, although they have not experienced it personally, but the reputation of the Seventh Division for catching ghosts has spread all over Yuezhou, and at this moment they heard that there are just some ghosts outside, and they have a lot of peace of mind.

At this time, everyone had already filled their stomachs, and they were tired from wading through mountains and rivers for days, and finally had tiles to cover the roof and a bed to sleep on.

The main hall of the inn was then deserted again, and the strange sound outside the inn gradually became quieter.

On the polished pear blossom wood square table, Bu An was drinking a plate of pickles and half-lukewarm gruel.

Su Su sat across the table, her little head resting on her arms, trying to fight with the sleepy bugs, and after a while, she was defeated, making a slight snoring sound, and saliva trickled down the corners of her mouth until it dripped onto the table.

The two shopkeepers had already rested, leaving only one man to wait by for him to call at any time.

Bu'an closed his eyes, as if he could still see the desperate wailing children on the high wooden pole and the little demon jumping happily around the fire, strangely enough, he did not feel angry, perhaps a little sad and absurd, but not angry.

If there was meat on the table in front of him besides pickles, he would probably be able to eat it in peace.

Why are you so cold-blooded?

Since the killing of Bu Jingping outside the city of Yuezhou, similar doubts have been accompanied by this Bu An.

Why do you feel calm and unfazed when you kill someone or watch others being killed? It's as if the one who dies in front of you is only birds, beasts, insects, and pigs, and not flesh and blood like yourself......

As soon as he thought of this, there seemed to be a flash of spiritual light in Bu An's head.

Could it be that from the moment he took away Pangu's physical body and embarked on the cultivation of the divine soul, he was no longer a human being? Because there was a difference between man and god, he was completely indifferent to the suffering of mortals?

He took a sip of porridge with chopsticks and pickles, chewed slowly, and laughed dumbly—how can there be a god in the world who eats pickles and drinks porridge? Don't be so cranky.

While he was laughing, someone entered the main hall.

"Bu Ye hasn't slept yet. "It's rare that the girl from Qingshan didn't hold the piano, she was wearing a freshly changed skirt, and her hair was obviously freshly washed when she was in a bun that was coiled up at random.

"I didn't sleep. Bu An turned his head and smiled at her, saying that this girl has always been clean, and the living place has never been spotless, but now she is sleeping with a group of rough people, which is really difficult for her.

Haruyama walked up to him, a little hesitant on his face.

Bu An said to Nunu on the side: "If there is something to talk about later, let's eat with me first." ”

Qingshan was stunned, then smiled, and sat down with a "hey".

The innkeeper hurried to fill a bowl of porridge and carefully placed it in front of her. This fourteen or fifteen-year-old county boy, who has never seen such a fairy-like woman, when he served her porridge, he didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere, let alone peek at her.

Qingshan took two sips of the porcelain bowl slowly, hurriedly lowered his head and licked the corners of his mouth, and whispered a little embarrassedly: "Fang Cai really hasn't eaten enough." ”

Bu An pushed the pickle plate over, shook his head and smiled, "I know." ”

Haruyama looked at him curiously.

"In just such a little time, you have changed all your clothes from the inside out, and the girl's bath is time-consuming and laborious, and she must not have the time to grab food from those hungry people. ”

He said it generously, but Haruma blushed when he heard it.

Seeing this, Bu'an's heart was warm, as if he had returned to the time when he first met and said that the other party misunderstood.

Just thinking this, two discordant nasal voices suddenly sounded in my ears. On the other side of the table, Su Su had woken up at some point, and was looking at Qingshan with a vigilant face, squinting at Qingshan - as for the other nasal sound, it was made by the female ghost ghost, and Qingshan couldn't hear it.

Bu An was a little speechless, this girl didn't soak it, and the vinegar jar jingled. If this continues, how can personal problems be solved?

He deliberately said to Su Su with a straight face: "I can't open my eyes, what are you still holding on, hurry up and go to sleep." ”

Su Su looked reluctant, but he didn't dare to disobey his son-in-law, pouted "oh", and left in a huff.

Bu An then waved his hand at the cramped work on the side and said, "There's nothing to do here, you can go and rest, and the dishes and chopsticks will be cleaned up tomorrow morning." ”

The guy quickly answered, lowered his head and walked away.

When there were only two people left in the house—in fact, there was a female ghost who couldn't be driven away—Qingshan's expression returned to normal, and he leaned in slightly closer: "Childe, I heard from Yingbo that this Ningyang county town is a bit strange. ”

Come to think of it, Miss Qingshan misunderstood Bu'an, thinking that he was retreating left and right to get down to business.

In this way, Bu An was not good at teasing her anymore, so he took a sip of porridge to hide his embarrassment, and said casually: "Oh, what's wrong?"

Qingshan opened his mouth, and when the words came to his lips, he retracted them, and looked at the corner of the room, where the shadows that could not be illuminated by candlelight.

At the same time, Shadow's old, deep voice sounded in the shadows: "Someone has sacrificed a living person. ”

"Hmm...... I've seen it all. Bu An replied lightly.

Qingshan was stunned for a moment, probably didn't expect him to react like this, Dai Mei frowned slightly: "That son also saw those demons?"

Bu An nodded and said, "The officials and gentry in the city helped to abuse the children and sacrificed them. The demons are carnivaling, wandering, I have seen them all. ”

"Child?" Haruman looked panicked and looked at the old ghost shrine with a puzzled expression.

The old ghost obviously didn't tell her these details, and when she looked at it, she sighed softly and said, "There are some people in this world who are a hundred times worse than ghosts. ”

"How can a living person be in the company of demons and evil spirits?

"I see that they are sane and clear, and it is not like they have been charmed. Shadow Shrine replied.

"Then why is it? People always have a conscience, could it be that they want to make money?" Qingshan said: "Yingbo, you have lived for hundreds of years, have you ever seen this kind of thing before?"

Bu An waited for a while, and saw that the shadow shrine was silent, so he gently tapped the corner of the table with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "Don't hide, come out to meet people." ”

Before he could finish speaking, a cloud of black mist rose behind him, which drifted to the side of the table in an instant, condensing and forming.