The beauty has an expressionless face, shaped like a zombie, her face is pale, and her eyes are straight when she looks at everything, which is very penetrating.

This team came to the vicinity where I was hiding, and walked over slowly, I didn't dare to look, shrunk my head and hid behind the water tank, and I had a plan in my heart, this beauty on the sedan chair must be the person I was looking for, Zheng Qian.

The procession walked slowly through the mourning songs, towards the far side of the market. I thought about the Prajnaparamita Sutra on my body, and suddenly I became invisible, came out of my hiding place, and hung at the back of the procession not far away, and followed along.

Not far out of the market town, I saw a huge manor, surrounded by mountains, black clouds, and maple trees growing near the manor. These maple leaves are not red, but dark purple, and there are some fruits hanging underneath, all of which are human faces. The whole area is full of billowing demonic energy, forcing people to breathe.

The procession stopped in front of the manor house and could be seen with black walls and brick rings. The woman stood up and flew down from the sedan chair lightly, and I clearly saw a line written on her back, although it was far away, it was very clear, and it was written exactly the time of death, the day before the Xin Si Nian Gengwu Mang. It is indeed Zheng Qian's time.

I suddenly realized that the time of a person's death in the yang world is precisely the time when he becomes a yin ghost, which is also the "birth date" of the yin soul. From this point of view, death is life, another form of life.

However, the scene in front of me is a little incomprehensible, why is Zheng Qian so bullish, looking at this battle, how can the average yin ghost be qualified to live in such a big courtyard, and she is still hugging each other, does this little woman hold any position in the underworld?

Anyway, I'm going to have to try my luck and I'm here. I continued to walk forward in stealth, walking past the "people" around me, and none of them could see me. These "people" stood at the gate of the manor, still maintaining the posture of beating gongs or blowing suona, one by one, their movements were frozen, their expressions were stiff, and they looked like wax figures, revealing such evil spirits.

Not daring to touch them, I cautiously crossed the crowd and entered the manor.

Inside are several large tile houses, with black bricks and black tiles and black air, which is similar to the monster hole in "Journey to the West". I walked slowly forward and came to the front of the hall, where two large pillars at the door were hung with couplets on the left and right, with the words "beautiful flowers" written on the left and "like water flowing years" written on the right.

The hall was not closed, inside was a water of antique wooden tables and chairs, Zheng Qian, dressed in a big red robe, sat upright in the hall, and next to Bi Gong stood an old woman, bent over and talking about something.

Zheng Qian's face was pale, expressionless, and her eyes were staring directly at the door, as if she hadn't listened to what the old woman was saying.

I happened to come to the door, and when I saw her gaze, I thought she could see me, and hurriedly flashed to the side. I was relieved to see that her gaze was rigid and didn't move with me.

This job is really hard to do, and I haven't been covered in a cold sweat yet, and I wiped my head, and there was really sweat running down.

I want to wait for the old woman inside to finish reporting and leave quickly, so that I can go in and show up and explain my intention to Zheng Qian.

But the old lady inside talked nonsense, and she couldn't understand what she said, so she said a lot.

I had to wait at the door. I don't know how long it took, but the old lady finally finished speaking, bowed slowly, and slowly walked out from the inside.

I hurriedly retreated, and the old lady seemed to be wrapped in her little feet, and walked slowly, and it took a long time to move to the door, and slowly came out to pass me.

Just as she was rubbing shoulders, she inadvertently raised her head and glanced at me, and I wondered in my heart, did she see me?

The old lady did not stop, but continued to walk out, gradually disappearing into the darkness of the courtyard.

I wiped my sweat, and suddenly there was an itch behind me, so I reached into my clothes and wiped it, and when I took it out again, I saw that my hands were bright red. I was startled at first, and then immediately reacted, Damn, it's cinnabar!

This is the mantra of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra written on me by Elder Fayuan, and when I sweated so much, I soaked the mantra and fell down.

No wonder the old lady glanced at me just now, no, the spell is going to be invalid!

Every minute counts now, and I hurried into the hall. Zheng Qian stood up and went to the back hall with an expressionless face, the drones around him would be rare. I hurriedly rushed over, and with a thought, I solved the invisibility spell, and suddenly appeared.

Zheng Qian saw the multiple people in front of him, and immediately stopped, with a look of surprise on his face, and immediately returned to his zombie face. She muttered a few words to me, and I didn't understand a single word.

She immediately changed to a different language, which turned out to be Mandarin. "You're not from the underworld, are you?" She said.

"Yes," I confessed, "I came from the yang world and went to the yin." ”

She stared at me, "Looking for me?" ”

"Yes. There is something important. I said.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside, Zheng Qian groaned slightly, and said, "Go and wait for me in the backyard." ”

I hurriedly hid and followed the path she pointed out from the back hall to the backyard. The backyard was open-air, the sky was dark, and the yard was gloomy, with several black trees, black from the leaves to the trunk, as if they had been watered with oil.

The yard was cold, and I stood in front of a tree and looked at it, not knowing what I was thinking, but I just thought that even the trees here were so strange.

After a while, the red robe flashed, and Zheng Qian floated over from the entrance of the back hall, it was really floating, and her feet didn't touch the ground. The cool breeze on the back of my neck, this is also mentally prepared, this place is the underworld, so it can be bearable, if in real life, for no reason to see such a red-clothed female spirit floating in the sky, ordinary people must be scared to death.

Zheng Qian came to me and looked at it intently, her brows were hanging, and she looked ghostly. She said slowly, "Come with me." ”

She passed me and drifted straight behind, and I had to follow, through the porch to a boudoir at the back. The doors and windows of the room are white, and it looks like a funeral, revealing bad luck.

She opened the door and walked in, and I followed behind and closed the door.

Inside is a transparent three-room room, and we are in the middle of the hall. Zheng Qian sat on the chair, looked at me coldly, and asked what was the matter.

I hurriedly took a step back, took out the letter handed over by Mo Sangu from my arms, and then presented it respectfully, we are here to propose, and the number of courtesies must be less.

Zheng Qian didn't answer, glanced at it coldly, and said, what is the matter.

I cleared my throat: "Miss Zheng, that's the case, I came here by going through the yin and taking a big risk, which is a big deal. I'm here to propose. Again, I handed the letter over.

This time, Zheng Qian was a little moved, took the letter, and unfolded it to look at it. The letters are all ghost drawings, and I can't read them, probably because they use them in the underworld.

Zheng Qian looked at it, was silent for a moment, and suddenly giggled. I looked up and saw that her expression remained the same, but her mouth was low and high with a strange smile, and it was chilling to listen to.

I hurriedly said, "Miss Zheng, it's okay, you can give me a word." You laugh like this, I don't know the bottom of my heart. ”

Zheng Qian giggled for a long time, narrowed her eyes, returned the letter to me, and said, "Do you know why I'm dressed like this?" ”

I shook my head.

"Guess." She had a flattering expression on her face, which, instead of giving me beauty, made people feel frightened.

I wiped my sweat secretly, "It looks like a bride." ”

Zheng Qian pointed at me: "Smart." I'm telling you, I'm getting married at three o'clock today, hehe, you're a step late. ”

"What?!" I was dumbfounded, and I thought the whole thing was too coincidental. "This, this ......" was speechless for a moment.

"Do you know who I'm going to marry?" Zheng Qian asked.

I'm stupid, how the do I know who you're going to marry. I was depressed for a long time, and I had to reply to her, saying that I didn't know.

"I'm going to marry Blackmouth." Zheng Qian smiled: "I am the thousandth and eighty little wife of Wuzui." ”

Black mouth? Black-mouthed ...... I suddenly felt that this name was so familiar, and after thinking about it for a while, I felt that the name was right in front of me, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it.

"Alas," Zheng Qian sighed, and gently traced his eyebrows with his hand: "Wuzui is one of the ten ghosts in the underworld, in charge of the Infernal Hell, and is the real ghost king. Well, this whole manor, all the greeting procession was given to me by him, and tonight we are going to visit the church and enter the cave room. Do you think I can promise you? ”

I suddenly remembered who Wuzui was, and I heard Xie Ling say that the puppeteer is the human law of Wuzui.

The black mouth is really powerful, Xie Ling and Qi Zhensan talked about him, and they both talked about it. He is the ghost king of the underworld, and he is not a dimensional existence with me at all, so with my current ability, how dare I touch his tiger beard.

"Just can't do it?" I said casually.

To be honest, I already want to leave at this time, if I lose the bet, I will lose, and the disease must be caught. I want to arrest him if I don't talk about credit, the matter will be big, the old monks of Panshan Temple can't sit idly by, it's really not good, I give them all three Yunling Pills, and I have to catch the disease and escort it back to Chaoyang Temple.

It's no nonsense at this point, and I want to leave with my fists in my hands.

Zheng Qian suddenly stopped me: "It's not that there is no way. ”

I stopped to look at her.

Zheng Qian said: "As long as someone gets married on my behalf tonight." ”

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Haven't you heard of the tanuki changing the prince?"