For a while, in the field of vision for the rest of his life, wild ghosts were all over the sky, and only the female ghost with a phoenix crown stood still, looking at the rest of his life uneasily.

Soon, the two of them were covered with wild ghosts, and they couldn't move.

Wu Zhu stood up, approached Yu Sheng, and looked him up and down, "God help me, with this body, even becoming a witch god is just around the corner." ”

Yu Sheng bit the wild ghost who covered his mouth, and the wild ghost hurt and immediately let go.

"It's a shame, stay away from me. Yu Sheng said in disgust.

Wu Zhu was not angry, and said with a smile: "Boy, let you take advantage of your tongue, and let you taste the taste of a hundred ghosts devouring souls later." ”

A wild ghost lay on Yu Sheng's neck, tearing his hair, and his scalp was about to be ripped off.

Wu Zhu pulled the wild ghost away, "Get out, don't break this body." ”

Yu Sheng took the opportunity to slam his head forward, he was low, and his forehead hit the bridge of Wu Zhu's nose.

"Click", "Oops", the two of them shouted in unison.

For the rest of his life, he had a headache on his forehead, but Wu Zhu's nose bone was broken.

With this flick of his head, the wild ghost hanging on the chest of the rest of his life also fell, and the scroll in his arms also fell to the ground.

The scroll flicked on the ground, the bones opened, and the group of cats that the scholar waved slowly unfolded.

"Huh~" The ghosts in the room immediately cried and wailed, and the wild ghosts hanging on the body of the Heavenly Master for the rest of their lives fell back into the umbrella one after another.

The female ghost also fled out of the door in fright.

The escaped Heavenly Master took the opportunity to stab him with a sword, Wu Zhute was fat, couldn't dodge, and was stabbed into the chest by him with a sword.

"This, this. Fat Wuzhu pointed to the painting scroll, he couldn't have imagined that he would lose like this.

He fell to the ground with a "poof", looked at the rest of his life unwillingly, recalled his dream of the witch god, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Hold on to his soul. "Heavenly Master Dao," Wu Zhu has the ability to escape with one hand. ”

The rest of his life is ready for battle. He has seen an out-of-body soul, it is the old man of his family.

When the old man died, he knew that he had the ability to see and touch ghosts for the rest of his life.

So for a long time after the old man's death, I listened to a lot of nagging from the old man for the rest of my life.

After calluses grew in his ears, the old man was content to reincarnate.

After waiting for a long time, Yu Sheng couldn't help but say, "This grandson won't be soulless, right?"

Yiqian Heavenly Master shook his head, "No, as long as a person lives, he must have three souls and seven spirits." ”

"Then why is it still coming out, I can't see it?" the rest of his life wondered.

He looked up and saw the ghost under the umbrella poking his head out, and saw the scroll unfolding, and immediately retracted it.

The two of them squatted beside Wu Zhu, feeling strange.

Suddenly, Wu Zhu opened his eyes, and Yu Sheng took a step back, "Fake the corpse!"

Yiqian Tianshi may have reacted subconsciously, his eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he stabbed into it with another sword.

"Ahh Wu Zhu didn't have time to enjoy the rest of his life after the catastrophe, and let out a terrible scream, lying on his back on the ground, his eyes not closed, and his pupils dilated.

Yiqian Tianshi pulled away Wu Zhu's clothes and checked the wound, it turned out that this Wu Zhu was too fat, the first sword was not stabbed accurately, and the second sword died.

Yiqian Heavenly Master sighed, "It turned out that he didn't stab him to death." ”

The rest of his life had palpitations and stroked his chest, and secretly decided that he must not be too fat in the future, otherwise he would suffer from death.

A wisp of green smoke came out of Wu Zhu's mouth and nose, and was pulled by Yu Sheng.

"Boy, let me go. Qingyan struggled, and gradually appeared as Wu Zhu's face.

"Otherwise, when the Witch Academy knows that you dare to poison Wu Zhu, you will definitely be worse off than dead!"

The rest of my life shook the green smoke, "When I am stupid and let you go, the witch house will make my life worse than death." ”

"Stop, stop, I'm dizzy. Wu Zhu was upside down, quite uncomfortable.

"Hey, the soul is also dizzy?" the rest of his life kept his hands, quite interesting, his eyes rolled, and he leaned against the picture scroll.

"Stop, stop. Wu Zhu shouted, "I will intercede with the Witch House on your behalf." ”

The rest of his life didn't listen, and continued to get closer, and suddenly Wu Zhu stopped screaming.

Yu Sheng lowered his head, and it turned out that the blood flowing from the corpse of Wu Zhu next to him soaked the scroll.

"My baby!" the rest of my life was a little distressed, this scroll was just like a sword bag, it had the effect of warding off evil spirits.

The Heavenly Master couldn't see Wu Zhu clearly, pointed to his hand, and said, "Quickly put him away." ”

The rest of his life is not a ghost hunter, how can he receive it.

When he was at a loss, he saw an oil-paper umbrella with a ghost probe, and he took three steps and did two steps to walk to the oil-paper umbrella.

Wu Zhu guessed what he was going to do, and said in an even more miserable and mournful voice: "Please, please, stop, stop......"

Ignoring him for the rest of his life, he stuffed the green smoke under the oil-paper umbrella, and closed it without waiting for the wandering ghost to see that the picture scroll had been destroyed.

"He's in, he's in. "Bear drop, tear him. "This is supposed to be a big-tongued ghost.

When I wanted to come to this witch to manipulate the ghosts, I bullied them a lot, and now the ghosts can find someone to take revenge.

Yu Sheng tied up the oil-paper umbrella, looked at the picture scroll and sighed, "It's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Yiqian Heavenly Master said: "It is different from the sword bag. The sword of the city lord has a spirit, and it can guard the town for a hundred years with a sword bag. ”

He pointed to the painting shaft, "He just painted immortals to deal with the enemy, and it was only before the immortal qi was exhausted that he shocked the wild ghosts." ”

The rest of my life will be better.

He pointed to Wu Zhu, "What about the corpse, how to explain it to everyone tomorrow." ”

"The fewer people who know, the better. "The Heavenly Master wiped the long sword," threw the corpse into the lake, and when the villagers asked in the morning, they said that they had returned to the city early in the morning. ”

That's all there is to it.

The two of them struggled to carry the corpse downstairs, threw it into the lake, and came back to wipe the ground clean, and hid the Wuzhu things, especially the half of the umbrella.

I was busy until the second half of the night, and I didn't go to bed until the rest of my life.

Before he fell asleep, he always felt that he had neglected something, but he couldn't remember anything, and he tried to think about it, and then he fell asleep.

The sun is three poles, and the rest of his life wakes up, and Badou has gone back to the blacksmith shop to make iron.

The inn was empty, and the rest of my life couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the later the person who inquired about Wu Zhu in the morning, the easier it was to prevaricate.

After washing, he stood on the steps outside the door, looking across the river and stretching.

The sun is shining and a flock of ducks is frolicking on the water.

Near the other side of the river, there is a waterwheel, which is "creaking" and rotating, flowing water into a trough made of thick bamboo, and slowly flowing towards the rice paddies.

The rice fields are on the west side of the main road, and they are extremely flat, and at a glance, you can see the figures of neighbors working in the fields and grazing cattle.

Yu Sheng turned around, ready to go back to herd the old buffalo, and saw the fisherman who saved the little third son, the old cripple, limping over with a wine gourd.

Bring out a large jar of wine, and use bamboo wine to make wine gourds for the rest of your life.

The old cripple lectured him on the side, "This is the last vat, you kid is not good at learning, and you have blinded your father's craft of winemaking." ”

Yu Sheng was accustomed to it, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Uncle Gen, in a few days, I will let you drink wine that is better than Yanmu wine." ”

"Pull it down, you kid must have gone into the city to pull wine and waste all the money. As he spoke, the fisherman took the gourd and stuffed the lid.

Food is rare in other worlds, and wine is naturally expensive, far less affordable than wine made from wood fruits.

Yu Sheng leaned over to cover the wine jar, "Don't worry, it's definitely not going into the city to pull wine." ”

Yu Sheng got up after saying that, and when he turned around, he no longer saw the figure of the old cripple.

He ran out of the inn in one step, and saw the cripple wine gourd behind him, and walked away like a fly.

"Uncle Gen, wine money, wine money. Yu Sheng shouted behind him.

The old cripple turned around, "Count before the holiday." ”

I hate this for the rest of my life.

It's not that they don't pay back on credit, it's just that the thought of seeing his beloved little money before the festival makes him feel tormented.

Fortunately, he sent a sum yesterday, and he was not in a hurry.