This kind of accident could have been avoided, but it was because of the inexplicable words of those two boys that the ghost ran away, and after preparing so much, it fell short.

Zhang Luo doesn't have the ability to decide the life and death of others, but it doesn't mean that he is easy to bully.

“…… In any case, you have to give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise, you monks should prepare a coffin for yourself, anyway, this era doesn't care about one more person dying at the hands of ghosts. Zhang Luo said very politely,

"This ......" Huitong and his disciples looked at the abbot with some fear, of course this kind of thing can't work, who wants to die early?

"Zhiyi, this matter is our fault, and we are willing to bear your loss. Listen to what you say, there should be a remedy. Whatever you want, we can all consider it. The old abbot said.

"It's not a difficult task for you," Zhang Luo said with a gloomy face, "I need you to give me a report after discovering the anomalous event, and at the same time add five million dragon coins to the previous reward." ”

Suddenly, the old abbot sweated down, if it weren't for the fact that his body was still tough and his heart was good enough, I was afraid that he would faint. But in the face of such a lion, he opened his mouth and no longer regained his immortal wind bones: "Zhiyi, the first request is nothing, just some news." But I'm afraid that five million dragon coins won't work, we don't have so much liquidity in Mingde Temple......"

"Abbot, this is not a market to bargain for. My plan is dangerous, maybe it will cost me my life, and I don't think five million is much. "Zhang Luo actually doesn't know the market in this world, but five million is indeed a reasonable number for him.

He didn't lie nonsense, and the next action was very dangerous.

With the mentality that he must not waste such a powerful skill paper, he had to gamble, so he decided to do such a thing.

"But ......" the abbot was also very difficult.

"Abbot, this matter is not just the responsibility of the temple. It's that you pay for your life, but I advise you to hurry, I can only give you less than ten minutes, and you need to distinguish your obligations. I can't do it, then I'm sorry, I had to leave. After all, if you want to make people die, you have to be sincere enough, do you think of me as a superhero who doesn't ask for anything in return like those idiots in the movie? ”

Zhang Luo's request for five million dragon coins is naturally not greedy, he also has some plans for these money, and he is even stretched, so don't even think about bargaining or anything.

If you really think of him as a junior high school student, that's a fool.

In his opinion, the temple has been operating for so many years, and a whole set of industrial chains have been arranged around it, which is simply a group company covered with a layer of Buddha skin, and if the market value of the entire group is estimated to be more than hundreds of millions, the land alone is worth a lot of money.

Then the five million can still be scraped together, but there will be a period of financial shortage, and the impact is not great.

In fact, several old monks secretly complained that almost all of the temple's assets were real estate, and their personal assets were distressed. But money or something must also be spent with life.

In the end, they agreed, including asking for a deposit of one million upfront. As for how to distribute it, Zhang Luo didn't care, and he wasn't afraid that these monks would turn their faces and not recognize people.

Zhang Luo tore off a piece of skill paper and sat down at the table again, on which there was a puppet puppet lying flat and motionless, and a hole was poked in his clothes, which was pierced by a candlestick.

Now he breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the monks with a cautious face: "This time I want to enter this ghost's dream to deal with her, this time you had better not make a mistake, otherwise no matter what I do, you will not be able to save her." ”

Ignoring Huitong's painful sigh, Zhang Luo covered the puppet with the skill paper, and then pointed his index finger and middle finger on the puppet.

Nightmare: It's a distracted soul from Calamity, and it seems to have noticed you. It can be used once, at the Fierce Spirit level.

Skill introduction: Nightmare Calamity can sneak into people's dreams and harvest fear, so can you. You can also use it to peek into the secrets of other people's hearts, or ghosts. Beware of the Nightmare Calamity, though, the king of dreams, though it's still weak. You can infiltrate the spiritual world of the living or the dead at will, no more than the level of a fierce spirit.

The last sentence is actually not a restriction, but a warning, which is why Zhang Luo feels extremely dangerous. That puppet is just a part of a terrible ghost, but entering not only gives up the advantage of the home field and other items, but also enters the opponent's home field, and if you don't return it as soon as possible, you don't know what will happen.

He didn't know that this kind of behavior was more appropriate for its practical channeling.

In an instant, Zhang Luo fell on the table, and the skill paper disappeared completely.

The first time I used this strange skill paper, there was a noise in my ears, there seemed to be gongs and drums beating, and the tone was tactful.

Zhang Luo woke up from his grogginess and was violently excited.

Suddenly sobered up.

He found himself standing in the street, surrounded by crowds, and the sound of gongs and drums and beatings had disappeared. But the novelty is that these people are dressed in ancient costumes, and there are all kinds of sedan chairs around, but I don't know which dynasty it is.

"Where is this?" Zhang Luo looked around, full of doubts, he didn't know anything about the history of the fox.

Could it be that you have crossed over again? No, these people should all be incarnated by the spirit world of ghosts. Not knowing how weird this world is, Zhang Luo touched his eyes.

There are no supernatural items such as ancient books and candlesticks, and there is only a powerful buff called Yin Eye at the moment, so you must not stay for long.

So, where would that ghost be?

Zhang Luo stood here, out of place with this world, everyone didn't seem to see him, but they would subconsciously bypass him.

He looked at the world, and there didn't seem to be anything strange around him, just ordinary ancient pedestrian streets.

It's like a festival like a festival here.

I thought it would be a life-and-death fight where ghosts cry wolves, but I didn't expect it to be such a puzzling place.

In the vicinity of the temple, there are many vendors hawking.

"Sugar gourd, sugar gourd ......"

"Candy sellers, good-looking and delicious candy people......"

“…… Dear folks, don't miss the ......"

Zhang Luo watched the rivers and lakes perform martial arts and acrobatics in the crowd of onlookers, and the crowd was applauding. There are little children with bare buttocks who are firmly grasped by their mothers, for fear of getting lost. In the distance, there was a beggar wrapped in tattered linen in the corner.

In the noisy sound of gongs and drums, the unfamiliar scene did not frighten Zhang Luo.

He was just a little dazed, but quickly calmed down. If he guessed correctly, the nightmare skill paper would be to tear people's best to shreds. And for ghosts, it is the most desperate memory, not everyone can become a ghost.

Judging from this scene, he guessed that this ghost might have something to do with the puppet troupe.

This is not unfounded, although he does not know much about the history of the raccoon, but as far as he knows, there is a high cultural similarity with the country in his own world, and the puppet cannot appear for no reason.

As a student majoring in folklore, although I don't know much about this aspect, I definitely don't know anything about it.

Next, it's just a matter of seeing the opportunity.

After all, it is the nightmare of ghosts, that is, the reason for the formation of ghosts, and it is not surprising that everything unpredictable happens.

The sky quickly darkened, and Zhang Luo also found a suspected target. It was so strange that it was dark, and everything but the platform seemed to be in absolute darkness.

Not far away, on a small platform, a group of people gathered around as if waiting for something.

Zhang Luo stopped not far away and looked at the rapidly darkening sky, as if the lights had been turned off.

Then the gongs and drums sounded, and one character after another appeared, but the sound seemed to fade away.

But he didn't find the puppet puppet, and he didn't really want to know what was sung on it, it was almost a bit similar to the Huangmei Opera in his world, the difference was only that the puppet was used. He pondered, what the hell is this ghost doing?

"Did she see something, stalling with me? It's not scientific. ”

He had no choice but to get closer and observe the puppet troupe. Anyway, no one paid attention to it, he could be said to be in a no-man's land.

I don't know how to control this time, the scene is getting faster and faster, like a 3D pantomime.

Zhang Luo was also able to understand this group of people through the actions of these people.

The troupe is not large, less than ten people, two of them are still handymen, one is the head of the class, the head of the class has a beautiful daughter in her early tens, two masters, and three teenage apprentices.

Just like those third-rate TV dramas, the class owner has no son, and is ready to choose one of the three apprentices to marry his daughter in order to inherit his own drama troupe and unique skills.

The competition between the brothers and sisters is fierce, and the class master and the master are also fierce.

But as the troupe traveled north and south, the little girl gradually had her own ideas.

The scene changed quickly, and he stopped, but his gaze changed with the pace of the men.

At the same time, in the background of these people, Zhang Luo also saw refugees, as well as modern musket troops passing by.

Zhang Luo remembered the history of his own world and had some guesses. The world is in the midst of great changes, careerists have stepped onto the stage, nationalism has awakened, the clash of ideas has turned into soldiers, and the life and death of the little people have become irrelevant.

This small troupe naturally did not escape the turmoil of the world, in the chaos, the daughter of the class owner was raped by soldiers before marriage and threw herself into the river to die. And several apprentices died in the resistance, and the others were also separated.

Zhang Luo was just indifferent to this, he was not a person of that era, and this world was not a world he was familiar with, except for some regrets, he didn't feel anything.

The victims of these times are dead when they die.,Just like those students who died in Liugu School Park.,Even if he Zhang Luo himself,Death won't cause much ripple in this world.。

The world is cold and cruel.