When he turned his head, the imp was kneeling in front of him, prostrate himself.

As the 21 st century, half a year has passed since the reform and opening up, and this great gift really frightened him.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Futing didn't like to be kidnapped by morality the most, and his voice suddenly cooled down:

"If you have something to say, don't engage in these fake sets."

The imp was unmoved, his back so low that he almost pressed his face to the ground.

Jiang Futing's gaze became even colder, he withdrew his gaze, and slapped the paper in his hand on the table so hard that he couldn't even fold the plane:

"I just asked what your Lord Zhao did, and it wasn't to take your life, so you put on this posture, are you deliberately embarrassing me?"

Only then did the little ghost whisper: "The little one doesn't mean that, and he doesn't dare." ”

Jiang Futing sneered: "Your body is much more honest than your mouth. ”

His words with guns and cannons made the little ghost's face red when he stabbed him, his cheeks seemed to burn, and the ground that was clinging to him looked even colder.

The more this happens, the less it dares to raise its head without authorization.

Jiang Futing was a little angry and folded the paper in his hand layer after layer, halfway through the fold, and suddenly reacted to something.

It's just a small question, but it makes this little ghost frightened like this, which means that although the problem is small, the answer is not necessarily.

He stopped and immediately said, "Lord Zhao has a good reputation in the city, right?" ”

"The Zhao family has been based in Yucheng for thousands of years, and it is normal for the roots to be deep, and all the ghosts are in awe." The little ghost was still burying his head, and his voice was a little muffled.

Jiang Futing glanced at it without a trace: "I don't see much, but I'm quite afraid." ”

The little ghost didn't dare to answer again.

Jiang Futing quickly got used to its ineffective state, and asked himself: "It looks like a big official, then I'll ask something else." ”

"I heard that you have set up a formation at the entrance of the city, who set up this formation?"

The little ghost thought about it, but it seemed that the ghosts in the city knew about it, and there was no value in concealing it, so he replied one by one: "Naturally, it is the city lord." ”

"After breaking in, how many people came out" Jiang Futing was kind and seductive.

"Can't get out."

"The lord of the city himself can always do it."

"That's nature."

Jiang Futing got the answer he wanted, and said casually: "Thank you." ”

The little ghost was stunned by his sudden thanks, and then, he reacted suddenly, and finally raised his head and looked at Jiang Futing in dismay.

Jiang Futing had already stacked two more paper airplanes in his hand, as if he didn't notice its gaze and didn't look at it.

"It seems that I am also fortunate to have three lives." He said in a strange manner: "I was actually lucky enough to live in the City Lord's Mansion, and it was the best courtyard. ”

After hearing this, the little ghost was so frightened that he almost lost his soul, and he no longer had the calm momentum when he entered the house, and hurriedly said, "The little one should be damned." ”

"You didn't do anything wrong, I should ask Zhao to reward you." He brought it up deliberately.

"Your Excellency!" The little ghost exclaimed, completely ignoring the etiquette, and then kowtowed slowly and slowly: "I beg your Excellency not to tell Lord Zhao about this." ”

The voice was word-for-word, sonorous and powerful, and the sincerity was full and obvious.

Jiang Futing was looking at it at this time: "Then you get up and talk well." ”

The little ghost's body trembled, as if a mountain had pressed on his body, and it was extremely difficult to get up.

Jiang Futing has lived for 20 years, and he has to thank Jiang Chao and Lin Jin for their teachings, so that the first thing he learned was to observe words and colors.

He can easily tell if others are genuine or fake, and whether they are a threat to him.

And the little ghost who was finally standing in front of him at this moment, as if it was carrying something heavy on its body, and that thing was silently silenting it little by little

Breath devoured.

"How did you come up with the idea of working here?" He changed the subject again, but still poked the imp in the heart mercilessly.

The little ghost thought about it, and barely came up with an answer in his mind, but was intercepted by Jiang Futing: "What crime did you commit and want to escape the punishment of hell, so you are hiding here?" ”

The underworld is not like the yang, and the word 'money' alone can lead to many things.

What scares countless ghosts in this place the most is the punishment of hell.

Sure enough, in the next second, the little ghost's face suddenly turned extremely pale.

Its face was as miserable as a transparent piece of tissue paper, and the words that were about to come out reached its mouth, but it swallowed the nails again.

Only those unwilling eyes, some of them looked at Jiang Futing.

Jiang Futing nodded the table: "I wrote the answer on me?" ”

The little ghost was choked in his chest by his unceremonious words, and gritted his teeth again, and it didn't intend to twist down: "If I say it, will the adults protect me?" ”

Jiang Futing took out the face of a capitalist again: "Value determines the way out." ”

Way out?

These two words fell on the ears of the little ghost, and it sounded like a big joke, and the ghost was as unreliable as picking stars with his bare hands.

It has thought about its own way out countless times, but it has been warned by the painful reality that what is the path that really belongs to it.

Everything depends on fate, and it does not have this fate.

It had long since been polished to the point of discouragement, and had given up on this unrealistic idea.

Now the person in front of him suddenly mentions this word, and it feels ridiculous on the one hand, but on the other hand, it finds that he has really given up?

If you really give up, why do you hear these two words, your heart trembles like a crack in the ground?

It turns out that the so-called tenacity, that is, as thin as window paper, is stabbed gently, and it is full of unwillingness and hatred that is stuffed inside.

The little ghost seemed to have suddenly figured it out, and he no longer groveled, and suddenly stood up, showing a bit of heroism.

Jiang Futing saw at first glance that it was not a mediocre person, and he was not too surprised, and waited patiently for it to speak.

The imp hadn't understood the word equality for too long, and the moment it stood up, it could feel its soul throbbing.

When Lian spoke, he mixed his excitement with hatred: "It's not me, it's my sister." ”

This was something Jiang Futing didn't expect.

After all, tens of millions of people die every day in the yang world, but it is rare for brothers and sisters to die together so coincidentally.

Most of the lives are staggered before and after, and when the other dies, there is nothing to blame, and he may have been reincarnated a long time ago.

But the little ghost in front of him obviously died with his sister because of some accident.

It's just that the little ghost doesn't seem to intend to talk about his past, it is very careful to hide his vulnerable places tightly, and speaks solemnly:

"She has no major faults in her life, she is kind, but because she is ignorant, she collided with the ghost, was defiled with a bunch of crimes, and was thrown into hell."

"I happened to meet Lord Zhao, and he said...... As long as it is used by him, he can save my sister from suffering. ”

Although he brought a lot of information in ordinary words, Jiang Futing only had to think about it carefully to know that the person who collided with him was probably not simple, and the crime of being defiled was not simple.

As for whether Zhao Cheng really appeared so coincidentally, it is even more unknown.

After sitting cross-legged for a long time, Jiang Futing felt that his knees were a little sore, he stood up unhurriedly, patted his pants, walked up to the little ghost and said:

"I don't mean to embarrass you, you just have to be honest, do you know the person I painted."

His sense of oppression was too strong, and when he leaned over, the imp instinctively lowered his head slightly and looked at the floor.

It honestly replied, "Yes." ”

Then, before Jiang Futing could ask more carefully, it consciously asked

After speaking: "Three hours ago, the person on the painting sent a video communication to the city lord, saying that he sent a ghost to negotiate peace, and the city lord responded with his mouth, but after the ghost sent a visit, the other party was killed by the city lord before he mentioned half a word." ”

"provoked the first war between the two sides, although Yucheng's troops were not so strong, but it was the host, and neither side was favored."

I see.

So Bai Tang was already stumped by this matter at that time.

He suddenly remembered something, and asked solemnly: "How long has Zhao regret harbored evil intentions?" ”

The little ghost hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and looked at him steadily: "Since I came, I have been here for nearly twenty years, and he has been planning for twenty years, but in the last year, it may be the right time to start acting directly. ”

Nearly a year, almost a year!

Jiang Futing clenched his fists hard, and the cold light in his eyes could almost freeze everything in front of him into ice ballast.

From this point of view, Fan Congwen must have betrayed his own sect after getting the artifact, and the establishment of the Immortal Sect was just a pretense set up to stimulate the artifact for himself.

They had been planning for so many years, and now they were suddenly acting, which means that they are now at least half more sure of success.

Jiang Futing took a deep breath: "The last question, is that Mei Jibei often here?" ”

The imp nodded almost without hesitation: "Yes." ”

"I know, only the two of us know about this conversation, you should know how to recover when you go back." After Jiang Futing got the information he wanted, he unilaterally closed the topic.

The little ghost bowed to him respectfully: "Don't worry, the little one knows what to say." ”

Jiang Futing was tired of dealing with him, and he didn't want to look at it, so he waved his hand with his back to him.

As a result, two or three seconds later, the little ghost hadn't left yet, and when he looked back again, the little ghost was still stuck in the action he had just finished worshipping, and he hadn't even moved an inch.

He was suddenly a little impatient: "What else? ”

The little ghost pursed his lips, still struggling with the arrogance in his heart, but in the end he was defeated by reality, and blushed: "If the adult can really bring down Zhao Cheng, the little one is willing to take the lead of the adult from today on." ”

Jiang Futing's face did not fluctuate, but he asked lightly: "What is your name?" ”

"The small surname is Su, and the word Hong." The imp replied sincerely.

"Su Hong." Jiang Futing tasted the name in his mouth.

It's nice to get a name.

"I remember, you can step down." Although he didn't say this very clearly, the meaning of the promise in his attitude was very clear.

Although it was only two simple sentences, it was enough for Su Hong.

He never imagined that after twenty years of darkness, he would finally see the light of day.

It doesn't matter if it's big or small, at least it's firmly in his hands now.

"Thank you, sir!" His excitement almost overflowed from his voice.

After saying goodbye, the silence in the huge room finally returned.

Jiang Futing thought about countless kinds of ghosts sent by Zhao Cheng, but he didn't expect that Zhao Cheng was so bold that he dared to send ghosts who hated him deeply.

In the end, who gave him self-confidence, as long as he pinched the weakness, he would be foolproof.

He walked over to the table, picked up the teapot, and sniffed lightly at the tip of his nose in front of the spout.

Tea is indeed good tea, as Su Hong said, it tastes refreshing, fragrant but not greasy, but it's a pity, you can only waste it if you drink it.

It may be that drinking it alone does have a refreshing effect, but when combined with the aroma of the agarwood in the house, it is not yet known whether it is sobering or brainwashing.

Su Hong is also very smart, and it is indeed not ordinary to be able to be a poor person like Zhao Cheng for twenty years.

He didn't worry about what Su Hong would really suffer when he went back, at most Zhao regretted that his suspicions would increase.

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