Over the years, Zhao Chunsheng has been in Dongmen Street, keeping his light and cultivating all day long, constantly improving his ghost painting skills, but until now, he has not found a way to overcome his fear of fire.

Today, when I saw Pan Yu's ghost painting beast white lion, I couldn't help but be amazed.

If you can master this method yourself, not to mention fighting invincible opponents all over the world, at least there are few people in the world who can fight with you.

"Maybe you didn't mix some yin stuff into it when you were making the ink, why don't you add some mulberry juice?" Pan Yu said.

Zhao Chunsheng shook his head.

"It's useless, mulberry juice, willow leaf water, and even corpse oil, I've tried them, they are completely incompatible with magic and ink, ghost painting is a righteous way technique, but anything that is stained with a little yin is useless."

"Unless this yin liquid is compatible with the righteous path, or in other words, it represents the right path, but how can there be such a thing in the world?"

Pan Yu suddenly felt extremely embarrassed.

The Lechuan River is the only river in the underworld, what does the underworld represent?

It is a formal institution that governs the life and death of mankind, and of course it belongs to the right path.

The staff who work inside are also called good gods, not evil gods.

"Then, then I don't know, if you don't study it again, Uncle Zhao, I really don't know where this puppet came from." Pan Yu said.

Pull it down.

Just now, Pan Yu was able to say the word "Famo", and he also had a certain amount of research on ghost painting.

It's just that Pan Yu doesn't want to say it.

"Okay, then I'll rest for a while, and call me when I get to the place." Zhao Chunsheng sighed and said.

"Okay."

Looking at Zhao Chunsheng's lost appearance, Pan Yu felt uncomfortable, he knew how to solve such a problem, but he couldn't tell him.

Pan Yu picked up his mobile phone and found Liu Xianguang.

"Lao Liu, come out for me!"

seconds back.

"What's wrong, brother?"

"What's the matter, it's not good for you to give me someone's puppet, give me Zhao Wuming's! That's my Uncle Zhao's father! What would he think if I used a ghost painting technique that was more powerful than him in front of him?! ”

Facing Zhao Chunsheng's questioning before, Pan Yu's answer was so pale and weak.

"Ahh In this way, this is too coincidental, I think that Lao Zhao has never been out of Xixia in his life, and no one on the rivers and lakes knows him. ”

"By the way, brother, since you know the child of the old Zhao family, I have to ask you for a favor, we have such a good relationship, you can't refuse me, right?"

Pan Yu frowned and asked, "What's busy, I don't have much ability." ”

It is not difficult to see from Liu Xianguang's reply that Zhao Wuming entered the underworld after his death, and the relationship between the two is not bad.

seconds back.

"You can definitely help with this favor, in fact, it's also simple, it's just that the ghost painting technique is afraid of fire, this problem Lao Zhao hasn't studied and understood all his life, but it wasn't until he died that he finally studied and understood."

"You've read the manual, and you must know that the water of the Lechuan River has been added to Famo, so Lao Zhang plans to send some river water to his son, please pass it on, hehe."

Pan Yu's eyes suddenly lit up.

That's a good thing.

Being able to improve Uncle Zhao's strength is also a great guarantee for himself.

At least until now, except for the Thunder Fire Pill, none of the tricks used by Qian Feng during his lifetime could crack the attack of the tall and thin puppet.

"Is it good?" Pan Yu asked.

Originally, he wanted to trouble Lao Liu, but now it has become him to trouble himself, if he doesn't take the opportunity to make a little money, when will he wait?

"Oh, my good brother, you can't make me money in this matter, otherwise we will be reselling the resources of the prefecture for profit, which is a serious crime."

"It's a big deal that you're going to use a puppet in the future, and if you talk to your brother, my brother promises to give it away for free and never charge for it."

Pan Yu couldn't help but sigh, this old Liu is also a righteous man.

I was already living a hard life, and in order to help my friends, I didn't even charge money from the puppet.

Remember how happy he was when he bought his first miniature version of the Night Wanderer Golem?

"Okay, you can send it, I'll give it to him when I find a chance."

seconds back.

"Gotcha!"

Closing the dialog box with Liu Xianguang, Pan Yu found the Night Wandering God: "Big brother, I really can't find evidence of Qian Feng's crime, so I directly sealed him." ”

"There are many clues that can show that Qian Feng is the one who instructed Zhuang Zhongxiang to set up a formation to kill people that day, and my third thing can be regarded as completed, right?"

If he could, Pan Yu didn't want to wait another month.

It's not that I don't believe Hou Xiaojie, he himself is a foreigner kung fu, and later went to learn numerology for himself.

It's still a one-month crash course, and if you can choose, Pan Yu trusts the night wandering god more.

After all, people are the gods of the underworld.

"Done? What do you think, I asked you to go to the evidence of his crime, and you directly deprived others of their freedom without evidence, which is the first point. ”

"Second, why do you say that he instructed Zhuang Zhongxiang to set up a formation to kill people? Do you have proof? You don't have two pieces of evidence, so you dare to tell me that your mission is complete? ”

Pan Yu suddenly frowned: "But it turns out that all the bad things are done behind his back!" ”

seconds back.

"Yes, the facts, you show me this fact, I want evidence."