For Xiao Yue, his situation just now was not good, if he allowed Chen Du to hit him, I am afraid that there would be no good fruit to eat.

Besides, she thought that she didn't have a bodhisattva's heart, and she couldn't put herself in danger in order to save Chen Du.

"The situation has changed, return to the underworld quickly, and the hair-eating ghost will be hunted down at a later date!" Xiao Yue jumped up and flew steadily into the air, the conflict with Chen Du just now made her understand that she might have inadvertently bumped into a big event, and now she wanted to investigate Chen Du's matter first.

Carried by four sturdy Yin soldiers, he flew into the depths of the night sky, and the nearby Yin soldiers flew over, quickly hugging them in the middle and leaving together.

When Xiao Yue and his entourage disappeared into the night sky, on the roof of Xia Wan's house, a young man wearing a white robe and an ancient costume appeared. He has long hair pulled up, his appearance is handsome and elegant, he holds a folding fan in his hand, and he is accompanied by an old man in gray clothes with gray hair, this old man has a small beard, wears a small round hat, and combs long braids, which looks like the dress of the Qing Dynasty.

"What a majestic chariot, has Lord He ever sat on?" The gray-haired old man in gray squeezed out an embarrassed smile, like a chrysanthemum.

This Lord He's full name is He Xing, and he is the current Xuancheng ghost, and the old man in gray next to him is his most powerful subordinate Yao Yuanguang.

"It's only a high-grade ghost who is qualified to ride, I'm just a low-grade ghost in the yang world, as long as I have legs and can walk." He Xing played with the folding fan in his hand, and a trace of envy could still be seen in his eyes.

"Hehe, Lord He doesn't have to be too self-conscious, since you took office as a ghost in Xuancheng, your achievements have been remarkable, and you are much better than the ghosts in the past, and it is definitely only a matter of time before you are promoted to a high-grade ghost, and when the time comes, the treatment of the substitute will naturally be available." The wrinkles on Yao Yuanguang's old face unfolded, and his mouth was full of sycophants.

He Xing looked at Yao Yuanguang and admired the old man's ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense.

After a pause, he asked, "Have you found out the details of the two ghosts who escaped from Lord Xiao Yue's hands just now?" ”

Yao Yuanguang spread out his hand, conjured out a thick booklet and replied: "Fang just hid in the dark, I carefully checked the Xuancheng life and death book, the hair-eating ghost is not in the register, it is estimated that he escaped from the underworld, otherwise he would not be personally hunted down by a high-grade ghost like Lord Xiao Yue, as for the young man who was planted with a special care mark, he is a person from Xuancheng who died recently, named Chen Du, the strange thing is that in addition to the death record, the cause of his death cannot be found, and even all the records from birth to death have become blank. ”

When He Xing heard this, he narrowed his eyes and gently tapped his forehead with a folding fan, as if he was annoyed, and then he said slowly: "Chen Du? I hope it won't be a trouble, I Xuancheng can't withstand the big wind and waves, the one who put a special care mark on his body will definitely not be a simple person, we have to pretend to be completely ignorant of this matter, so as not to get involved in it, today's underworld is turbulent, we are begging for a life under those big people, everything must be cautious, remember? ”

"Yes, don't worry, Lord He, I didn't follow you on the first day, I understand since you deliberately avoided meeting Lord Xiao Yue, we don't know anything about these things." Yao Yuanguang looked treacherous, and seemed to know more about it than He Xing.

"Well, I like your cleverness, which is why I want to reuse you."

He Xing, just like his name, is a sober ghost, but because he is too sober, he does nothing.

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……

On Chen Du's side, he was taken by the Hair Eater and fled into a mountain forest behind Xiajiajia Village, on top of a huge stone in the forest, Chen Du was lying on it, and the mana in his body had been dredged by the Hair Eater and stabilized in his body.

It wasn't until dawn that Chen Du slowly woke up.

"You're awake, wait a little longer for the sun to come out, I'm afraid you're going to get sunburned." The Hair Eater sat next to him, he could hold on to the sun for a long time, but he was afraid that Chen Du would not be able to meet the sun.

"Have you forgotten that I have mana in my body? Maybe the sun's effect on me has been greatly reduced. Chen Du sat up and felt it, and those mana seemed to have become a part of his body.

The Hair Eater was stunned for a moment, feeling that Chen Du was extremely familiar with mana, not like a novice at all, and of course Chen Du didn't know the reason.

Then he stood up and said, "Since you have woken up, I will leave first, you seem to be a bigger trouble than me, and it may be bad for me to follow you." ”

Chen Du looked at him and wanted to say that you yourself are not also a big trouble, if it weren't for you being hunted down by that Xiao Yue ghost, would I have encountered those dangers?

"Pingshui meets, go well, don't send it, by the way, thank you for saving your life." Chen Du also stood up, he left, and he had to leave himself.

"Wait a while, get acquainted, I don't know what your name is?"

Chen Du paused and said, "Xuancheng Chen Du, is your name called Hair Eater?" ”

He was a little embarrassed and said, "I don't have a name, the Hair Eater is a general term for ghosts like us, but you can assume this is my name." ”

Chen Du nodded.

The Hair Eater then turned into a cloud of black gas and fled underground.

Chen Du walked out of this forest alone and came to a big river, which was the Muxi River.

This is the upper reaches of the Muxi River, Chen Du looked at the boiling river in front of him, and found that the water level had risen a little compared to last night.

Now it is the rainy season in Xuancheng, there is often rain, don't look at the appearance of the sun just now, but at this moment it is suddenly raining lightly.

The sound of dripping rain sounded from all directions, and the overwhelming raindrops were densely sprinkled down, and Chen Du, who was in a state of soul, was not wet at all, and began to travel downstream of the Muxi River.

Raindrops splashed down on the river, leaving a trail, and the river undulated as if in response.

Since Chen Du fell into the water last night, he found that he loved the turbulent river so much, and there was an indescribable sense of intimacy in it.

He didn't know what was going on, so he jumped into the rushing river and went down with it.

It didn't take long for Chen Du to feel that there was a similar existence in the river, and he seemed to be a little dissatisfied with his behavior of going down the water.

"Friends who don't want to show up, can you come out and meet them?" Chen Du tried to communicate with the same kind of person in the river who was suspected to be a water ghost.

But it's a pity that the other party didn't know why he didn't show up for a long time, and he was unwilling to give any response, and finally tolerated Chen Du's behavior of violating the "territory".

Chen Du was immersed in the water and slowly drifted down for a long distance, and the outline of Xuancheng could be seen not far away.

He wanted to return to Xuancheng, where he had stayed for 24 years, and although his parents died early and he didn't have many relatives and friends in Xuancheng, he still had a deep affection for it.

When he was about to leave the Muxi River, climb the embankment, and return to Xuancheng, he suddenly noticed a strange feeling on the back of one hand, as if it was an itching sensation that only living people have.

He wondered if he was dead, where did this itching come from?

So he lifted the back of his hand, his pupils instantly contracted, and he saw that in the center of the back of his hand, there was a small fan-shaped silver patch drilling from the inside out, as if it was a living thing.

His face was solemn, and he finally saw small silver patches emerge from the back of his hand and become part of the back of his hand, looking like a silver scale.