CHAPTER XXV

The blood can be left in Song Nian, and as for his life, he will naturally not be slaughtered.

"On the New Day of each month, the blood will be sent to the Hades' Mansion."

He drew his thin blade and took some blood and handed it to the Enma, which could suppress the demonic attack.

Song Nian didn't have to blame him.

"Farewell."

He Song Nian should also go back.

Enma didn't stop it, as for the blood handed over to him, there was no need to verify it, he could feel the restlessness in the blood, and the battle in his eyes calmed down from normal.

After Song Nian stepped out of the enchantment, he was about to leave this place and went straight to the shop, but he found that he had walked into a room.

Although I don't know where this place is, but the place that is heavy and paved with dark stones, in this underworld, I am afraid that I will not find a second home.

He Song Nian actually sent himself to the lair of the Immortal Monarch, and now although he was surprised by this exit, he also knew that this way could make the Taozhi Mountain Illusion not leak.

It's just that how does he want to get out of this place openly?

If you trespass on this place, a little carelessness will be a major event to assassinate the Immortal King. The Enma saw that he was standing still in front of him, and was not as eager to go out as he had been at the beginning.

Song Nian wanted to hide the unhappiness on his face, but he felt a pain in his neck, and he was unconscious anymore and fainted.

"Come out."

"I've seen the Immortal Monarch later."

These two ghosts are the ghosts who are sent by the Immortal Monarch, but the Immortal Monarch has never asked for help, and there are very few instructions for them, and now it is really rare to take the initiative to find him like this.

"Send it to the side room."

The ghosts in the hall of the underworld, except for the two pillars of the big pillar, most of the rest are clever, and after listening to this order, they transported the obviously stunned Song Nian to the side hall.

This place is the dormitory of the king of Hades.

The Lord of Hades lives in the main hall, which now allows the trespasser to enter.

As for not killing this living ghost, except for the obvious suppression of the foreign demonic power on his body by the blood, the rest is the white shirt he wrapped around his body.

Although this shirt had a simple appearance and was no different from other clothes, it still caught the attention of the Enma at first sight.

Naturally, this living ghost will not tell the truth.

Then, he Enma gave him a chance to confess.

If you don't cherish it, you will be killed.

Song Nian didn't know that now he frowned slightly at him, and the Enma who was carefully considering it had already become suspicious of him.

There is no table here, and there is also a mess in the small shop.

In this mid-year festival, Fang Qing took care of all kinds of matters in this small shop for Song Nian. He can entertain the guest officer for the shopkeeper, and he can turn into Song Nian to guard this shop.

But who will tell him why this drunkard actually came to the door and pulled and pulled with him like this? What's more, you can't catch this drunkard.

That's just because the ghost is that Meng Po.

Today, the whole world of the underworld celebrates the Mid-Autumn Festival, and most of the souls of the underworld return to the yang world to reunite with the family.

As for Meng Po, she is a ghost who is not drunk on weekdays, and now that this festival is in front of her, she naturally will not drink or get drunk, and getting drunk like mud is her goal for herself today.

"Song profiteer, my wife brought you wine today, I wonder if you have Yaxing and my crazy woman to drink a few glasses?"

At first glance, there was nothing wrong with this, and she naturally felt that the person who came to the door with the wine jug in front of her was not drunk, but the soles of her feet trembled, and she had long lost her concentration.

Fang Qing saw that she was like this, thinking that if it was on weekdays, Song Nian would not offend these servants of the underworld, and he would naturally not make a mistake.

So he brought in the Meng Po.

"Lord Meng Po, please."

If the two stupid ghosts of Dazhu Erzhu are still there, he Fang Qing only needs to take care of the business in the store, and now that Dazhu's stupid ghost has gone to visit relatives and friends in the world, this is not too late to be a child, if the two pillars are on the side, I am afraid that the time to come back will be increased by half.

Alas, he Fang Qing is the most miserable.

"I, the old woman has always thought of you," Meng Po saw that Song Nian had brought her in, lifted the wine jug in her hand, raised her head and took another sip, Fang gasped and continued.

"You are a profiteer who does all kinds of evil, and you can trap the ghosts who come and go in the underworld, although my crazy woman is not a good ......"

As soon as this sentence was finished, the drunken Meng Po fell on the table, and gradually snored, she actually fell asleep here!!

It's not a bad thing for her to sleep, but after a while, those souls who have nothing to do with the personal world will come to this shop and promise the shopkeeper.

Fang Qing looked at the treasure pavilion, the one that had developed the evil "Drunken Life and Dream Death".

Reflecting the stars outside this Midyear Festival, coupled with the fact that on the table, Meng Po, who was drunk and asleep, felt that her scalp hurt very much.

That "drunk life and dream death" is naturally not given casually.

He Fang Qing has also seen this world, and he has followed the shopkeeper in this small shop for many years, but he still can't guess what the shopkeeper wants to exchange for this "drunken life and dream death"?

Fang Qing was afraid that he would mess up Song Nian's plan. And because Song Nian was detained by the Immortal Monarch, he naturally didn't know that Fang Qing was waiting for him.

In this underworld, the festival has passed, and the only thing that makes them happy is that it is the finale of this conscience shop.

Every year in the year of the Song Dynasty, when the souls of all beings return to the underworld, the one who will be officially announced will come out on top.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Song Nian still didn't have the slightest movement.

Now, Fang Qing's frightened heart, listening to the bell ringing, he could only compare himself to the high platform and announce the first place of the living soul.

Your Excellency, something must have happened.

But he was in a state of panic now, and if the slightest flaw was revealed, all the elaborate plans of the shopkeeper would be in vain.

With the "drunken life and dream death" of the Treasure Pavilion, Fang Qing pretended to be Song Nian, looked at the high platform, and stepped up step by step.

This is the evaluation table of the Underworld Shop.

The only judge is Song Nian himself.

In previous years, he stood on the platform, looking at the dense underworld souls under the high platform, as well as the various items collected from the world.

Of course, this year's is no problem.

This is crowded with people from the underworld who are watching the excitement, they are not all the ones who are bound to win the "drunken life and dream death" in Song Nian's hands, they just want to see the excitement, after all, in this underworld, it will not be like the heavenly realm all day long, but now these years of peace have made the ghosts in the underworld still feel idle to the bones.

In this way, there is a lively to see, and I will not let it go.

"Xiaosheng Song Nian, thank you for your love, today I will be here, and I will present to you the 'drunken dream of death' researched by Xiaosheng."

"Okay, okay!"

As soon as the phrase "Song Year" came out, it was naturally full of color. This atmosphere heated him up a little more.

"This 'drunken life and dream death' can make up for the regrets of the world."

As soon as these words came out, there was another boiling.

To make up for it, this phrase appeals more than anything else to the souls who now have nowhere to put themselves in this underworld.

When people die, it is a pity.

It's a pity that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and the son wants to raise but doesn't wait.

I regret that I didn't take much care of my wife and children, and I was considerate of the wife and officials who worked hard for me all day long.

I regret that when I was a teenager, I caught a glimpse of the ideal hegemony in my dream, but in the end, I had already accumulated three feet of dust in my heart, and there was no trace to be found.

It's a pity that those moments that I haven't found before, are so beautiful.

If you can turn back.

This is more magical than all the powerful positions in the world, high-ranking officials and wealthy people.

"Whoever can get this thing will have a period of one month to make up for the mistake of his life."

If you can make up for it and start all over again, wouldn't it be as drunk as fishing for the moon in the water and seeing flowers in the fog?

Seeing that under the high platform, the people who were eager to try were even more restless, and they hoped that this "drunken dream and death" belonged to him, but they were afraid that they would be taken first.

"The chanting begins now!"

With a loud announcement, the living souls under the high platform rushed in, presenting the things they had brought back to the eyes of the ghosts.

"What I found for the shopkeeper is the early autumn rain, and there is the cold of autumn in this thing."

The soul of a lifetime presented the droplet-shaped thing, and the thing of the droplet looked from afar, and there was nothing peculiar about it. But when he handed it to him, Fang Qing was convenient

After discovering the depression in the water droplets after entering this Taozhi Mountain.

This thing is considered to be a deliberate act.

"What I found for the shopkeeper was the greenest new leaf in the mountains, and this leaf was the greenest I have ever seen in the forest."

The small leaves, emerald green, there is a human saying: a leaf knows autumn, now looking at this emerald green leaf, you can clearly feel the vitality that belongs to the summer.

"What I found for the shopkeeper was ......"

Fang Qing looked at the items that had been presented at the beginning, mostly because of the feat of the Venerable Honorable Lady who had taken pity on the person who picked the morning dew last year.

If it is all such objects, although it will not be so difficult for Fang Qing to choose, it will also make the things that the shopkeeper wants to beat the drum in his heart.

These flowers and trees were presented one by one, and one by one they walked past Fang Qing's eyes with a face full of loss.

Some souls are afraid that they will rack their brains and have no way, so they will randomly take some things from that human world and bring them, just to try it with the psychological right to take chances.

These, naturally, are not good.

At this time, those eliminated souls still did not leave, just to witness what kind of object they could come out on top, so that they had a new conversation this year.

Seeing the living souls who came to try it and gradually came to an end, Fang Qing did not regret it, but he was in a hurry. Just when he was extremely resistant to the impatient color on his face, a lifetime soul took something and stepped onto the stage.

With just one glance, Fang Qing felt that what His Excellency was waiting for was coming.

The object that this living soul presented: the peacock's middle feathers.

All the birds and birds in the world who have cultivated into immortals and demons, their tail feathers are a kind of token.

Among the birds, the most noble is the phoenix.

But in this world, there is only one place where there is a phoenix, and that is the Ning Hui Palace, the only disciple of the ancestor, above the nine heavens.

After the phoenix, there is the peacock.

The thing that is presented now is the peacock's middle feather.

"Xiaosheng announced that this year's winner is this thing."

In this way, I don't know if I can get the heart of respect?