The sound lingered in the cave for a long time, echoing like waves, surging in waves.

I didn't know what I meant by these words for the rest of my life, and I didn't care about what they meant.

At this time, the rest of his life is like being fished out of water, and the sweat that has been soaked out of his hair runs down his hair, looking like he has just recovered from a serious illness or has just given birth.

His face was pale and weak, the long hair on his forehead was attached to his forehead, and his hand was weakly raised and patted Aunt Qing's hand, "I'm too tired, sleep for a while." ”

The little aunt carefully put the rest of her life in the tent, stood up and looked at the darkness in the depths of the cave, and a bad premonition came to her heart.

When she went into the cave for the rest of her life, Meng Po, who was far away in Yangzhou, was drinking comfortably on the star-picking tower.

When leaving, the rest of her life left the mundane affairs of the Star Picking Building to her to take care of.

Although there is an iron abacus in the city lord's mansion, everything is arranged in an orderly manner, and she is not allowed to interfere, but the power in Meng Po's hands is still not small.

At least sit on the top of the star-picking building, look at the starry sky, the lights of the whole city, and use mapo tofu to make a hundred years of Shaoxing wine, only she can enjoy it for the time being.

Hanging his legs and swaying under the eaves, he could see the star-picking tower coming in and out, the ant-like crowd, and hearing the staggered noise.

The city lords have left one after another, but the Star Picking Tower is even busier.

Not only the people of Yangzhou who came in to try it because they were curious about the food of the city lords, but also merchants from all walks of life.

They will be responsible for transporting the Shaoxing wine from the Star Picking Tower back to the city lord's mansion in each city, and will also drive the business of Shaoxing wine in each city.

As a ghost, Meng Po has little interest in these, and in her heart, these people are just like what they are now, as small as ants.

She looked up and drank a glass of wine, and the stars in the sky shone brightly, and the two moons did not diminish their light.

"Under the stars like this, it's best for drinking. On the roof of the building, where only the wind ripped at his clothes and hair, a voice came from behind him.

"Best for ghost drinking. Meng Po didn't look back, and poured herself a glass of wine.

"Hehe", the person behind smiled lightly, "The dignified god of Dushuo, the lord of all ghosts, the guardian of the ghost city, has now become the guardian of the Star Picking Tower......"

He walked towards Meng Po step by step, "Maybe it can be said that he has become the ...... of the son of the king of the Eastern Wilderness."

"One, strip, dog. He leaned down and whispered in Meng Po's ear.

In an instant, Meng Po's body sitting on the edge of the eaves turned into a cloud of green smoke and pounced on the Eastern Wilderness Divine Witch who had already taken a few steps back.

The short, stocky, kind-eyed witch had a brush, and he held three sticks of incense between his fingers, and the smoke from the incense rose in a straight line on the windy rooftop.

When Meng Po attacked, the witch shook the three incense sticks in his hand, and the three cigarettes blocked Meng Po.

When Meng Po, who had turned into green smoke, appeared behind him, the witch fanned his left hand, and three cigarettes were like knives, and he inserted them into Meng Po, who had just appeared.

Meng Po's figure was fleeting, and then turned into a cloud of green smoke.

"Am I right?" the witch turned sideways to avoid the green smoke, his expression calm.

The god and witch clasped his hands together, holding three incense sticks, and after bending down to avoid Meng Po, he spun one by one, allowing the cigarette to draw three lines on the ground.

It's strange to say that after these cigarettes were dyed, they stopped on the trajectory drawn by the gods and witches, and the wind did not disperse.

"The soul is immortal, the reincarnation continues, only by becoming a ghost can you be liberated, this is your ghost way, are you afraid that you will forget it a long time ago?"

After the god and witch dodged the green smoke again, the three incense stickers in their mouths, waved their hands, and the line drawn by the cigarette that had just stopped in the air tightened, like a net covering the green smoke.

The green smoke turned into the figure of Meng Po, her hair fluttering, and her clothes hunting.

She was not afraid in the face of the thread net, and stretched out a green smoke in her left hand to turn into a sword, and slashed towards the incense thread.

After being slashed two or three times, the net made of the cigarette was finally broken, but the witch spit out three sticks of incense at this time and spit it at Meng Po.

Suddenly, all the cigarettes rushed towards Meng Po with his breath.

Meng Po was forced to take three steps back, and then saw the cigarette dissipate with the wind, and at the same time dissipated the sword made of green smoke in her hand.

"I'm also from the Central Plains. The witch reached out with his hands behind his back, "I also crawled out of that cursed land. ”

"I also have a dream, not only to free people from demon beasts, but even from the slavery of inferior gods. The witch said, "I've been working hard for this. ”

He stared straight at Meng Po, "What about you, do you still remember the promise you made when you committed suicide as a ghost?"

"Burn my body, fire ......"

The witch chanted, and Meng Po also read, so he stopped and listened to her read, "What joy is life, and what is the pain of death." Subdue demons and eliminate demons, and martyrdom with his body. ”

"The saints are no more, now we are the only ones who can save the human race, are you willing to stay here and be busy for the Son of God?"

"God does not save people, but only men save themselves. The witch said, "It's still too late to wake up." ”

"Pap", Meng Po clapped her hands and said with a smile: "That's right, but we are two people, I understand the way of ghosts, and you practice the way of exorcism." ”

Ghosts and exorcisms are incompatible.

"But we have one thing in common. The gods and witches did not change their expressions, "They all believe that ghosts are a shortcut to glory for the human race." ”

Meng Po stopped talking, killing one person in ten steps, one step at a time, and her ghost path was chasing to lead people into ghosts.

After being blown by the wind for a long time, Meng Po sighed, "You came to me, not just to say this, aren't you witch courtyard ghosts enough, come to me to ask for it?"

The witch smiled, "Of course not, I'm here to make a deal with the Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts." ”

"What deal?"

"Ghost text. The god and witch said, "Legend has it that the ghost path of the Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts comes from the ghost script, and you also know that many witchcrafts in Lingshan also come from the ghost script. ”

As he spoke, the god witch took out a piece of turtle shell, "We can make an exchange, the ghost text on this turtle shell is also about ghost cultivation." ”

I have to say that Meng Po's heart was moved, she stared at the turtle shell in the witch's hand for a long time, and did not hide her desire at all.

After a long time, she retracted her gaze and looked at the witch, "Even after staying in the altar for so many years, Lingshan's habit of collecting turtle shells has not changed. ”

"Do you really believe that ghost scripts are the words of the heavens?" she asked.

In the belief of Lingshan, there is an emperor in heaven, and the text is the text of the emperor, and the gods and witches of Lingshan are responsible for communicating heaven and earth.

In other words, Meng Po is not just asking about ghost texts, but asking if she really believes that the way of heaven is not a rule, but a spiritual being.

The god and witch tilted his head with his hands behind his back, looking at the shining starry sky and the gradually moving twin moons, his eyes showing a look of yearning.

"Where did the world come from?" asked the witch suddenly.

Meng Po shook her head.

"In the legend of the giants, Pangu opened up the world, in the legend of the king of the Eastern Wilderness, all things originate from the four seas, and the three kings tell the world that the great wilderness is like this for eternity. ”

The god witch smiled and shook his head, "Where did Pangu come from, where did the sea come from, and where did the Great Wilderness come from?"

"The earth, between the six combinations, within the four seas, shines on it with the sun and the moon, passes with the hour, and the chronicle with the four hours, and wants it to be so old, born of the gods, and its things are alien, or die or live. He lowered his head and looked at Meng Po, "It is the Emperor of Heaven who is in control of all this, and the world has become what it is now. ”

"The Emperor of Heaven is the only true deity. ”

These are too profound, Meng Po shook her head, looked at the turtle shell in the witch's hand, and pulled the topic back again.

"I'm now bound by the curse of the King of the Eastern Wilderness, and it's more important for me to lift the curse, so you should keep this turtle shell. ”

"Curse?" The witch was puzzled, and it suddenly dawned on him after listening to Meng Po's explanation.

Actually trying to kill the King of the Eastern Wilderness, the witch looked at Meng Po with admiration, "The witch courtyard has a ghost text to lift the curse, and if you don't see it, you have to wait for a few days." ”

"I'm not afraid to wait. ”

The god witch nodded, and turned back as he was about to leave, "Now that kid is not in Yangzhou City." ”

"So what, you dare to demolish this building?" said Meng Po angrily.

The witch was choked, and he really didn't dare.

But it doesn't matter, the witch looked at Meng Po, "He made a wish that you can't kill innocents indiscriminately, but you can still practice your ghost path." ”

In the Great Wilderness, I don't know how many people live in the world, and I don't know how many people hate monsters to the core.

"With a little stroke, many people will follow you to martyrdom and follow you in search of a path to becoming stronger. ”

The witch smiled slightly, "This isn't indiscriminate killing of innocents, is it?"

Meng Po's eyes suddenly brightened, shining brighter than the stars in the sky.