Hearing my footsteps, he slowly raised his head, I saw his face clearly, and found that this person was the temple of the mountain temple, Wu Daicheng.

I stared at me and said, "Sure enough, it's you!" ”

"You may be seated!"

He seems to be very polite, but he gives people a fake feeling.

I stared at him, pulled out a chair, sat down, and asked directly, "What about Xiaopeng's soul?" You let him go before it's too late! ”

However, Wu Daicheng smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Lin, don't be impatient. I invite you to come over this time, Mr. Lin, in fact, my original intention is to solve Xiaopeng's matter. You are entrusted by others, but I am also entrusted by others, and since we are all entrusted by others, we must be loyal to others, right? ”

"Mr. Wu, dare to ask, who are you entrusted with?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, I can't say this, doing things for others, naturally I have the obligation to keep it confidential for others......"

Before Wu Daicheng finished speaking, I directly took out the black kill token and slapped it on the table. With a bang, the two sea bowls trembled, and I said: "This is the black killing order of the underworld, you are doing things for the underworld, for King Qin Guang, I'm not wrong, right?" ”

These words made Wu Daicheng stunned slightly, but his expression was fleeting, and then he said: "Mr. Lin, maybe there is some misunderstanding, right?" Where did you get this black kill token? ”

"On Lao Zhangtou's head, a black killing order directly cut off his soul vein, making his soul scattered, and he was instantly extinguished, and I didn't stop it."

At this point, seeing that Wu Daicheng's face changed slightly, I asked again: "Do you want to say that you don't know about Lao Zhangtou's excision at all, right?" "I was still skeptical before, but now it seems that this Wu Daicheng is indeed good at acting. He has been able to deceive Yan Guoshan for thirty years, and I am afraid that he is not better able to act.

The expression on Wu Daicheng's face changed, and in the end, the slight one frowned and asked, "Mr. Lin, are you sure that Lao Zhangtou is gone?" ”

I......

I had nothing to say, I stared at him and asked, "The black killing token runs through the soul of the eyebrows, and the old Zhang Tou died on the stage, and his soul was scattered." You don't need to pretend like this anymore, do you? ”

"No, no, Mr. Lin, listen to me."

Wu Daicheng's emotions were a little strange, and even seemed a little out of control. This is the first time I have seen that his emotions are not under his control, he eased up and said: "Mr. Lin, Lao Zhangtou is the master of my Land Temple, there are many things that others can't do, and it can help me do it." Moreover, it is the head of the ghost show team, and our land temple can be maintained, and the income from the ghost show team singing ghost shows is also the key. How could I possibly kill it? ”

This was unexpected, and in my consciousness, this was not an emotion that a person like him would have.

I thought for a moment and continued: "Okay, even if Lao Zhangtou is killed, it has nothing to do with you, that ghost sang opera and beheaded three villagers yesterday, how do you explain it?" Just now, Du Liwei was also beheaded, and he had to put me on the stage and slash me with a knife. It's a pity that the heavens don't allow it, and the ghosts that are going to kill me have all been chopped. You say you're just a ghost show for the organization, how can I believe you? ”

"Mr. Lin, you may have some misunderstandings, a ghost show is indeed a ghost show, and it is impossible to really kill anyone. All you see is just a piece of paper. Those paper people who were cut off, in fact, their souls only temporarily remained in my land temple......"

"Leave their souls behind? What are you doing this for? I asked.

Wu Daicheng hesitated for half a minute and glanced at the black kill token on the table.

In the end, he said: "Du Liwei gave a lot of money and made a play, he wanted his son to be a mountain god." Therefore, I did this only to scare the villagers, and I did not think about killing them. When the dust settles, I will definitely let their souls go back, and then they will be alive. ”

It turns out that the truth of the matter is like this.

"So, Du Liwei was beheaded, and he was only beheaded by a paper man, and he is here with you now?" I continued to ask.

"No, Du Liwei and Lao Zhangtou went to the ancestral hall together, mainly responsible for things related to ghost singing. No, I haven't heard of the drama of arranging Du Liwei's beheading! He said.

Du Liwei played Chen Shimei and was cut off his head. However, he also became a paper man later, and it shouldn't be his soul that was killed. I said, however, Wu Daicheng continued: "No, there is no such thing at all." ”

"I know, it must be Lao Zhangtou, he has been threatened in some way, he has to do that, Du Liwei is probably really dead!"

The old Zhang Tou is gone, and there is no proof of death.

No one knows whether this is true or not.

I didn't want to continue to worry about these questions, looking at Wu Daicheng, I asked: "Mr. Wu, Xiaopeng, and those villagers, where are their souls, hand them over!" ”

Wu Daicheng didn't speak immediately, but glanced at the two bowls of blood on the table.

"Mr. Lin, if you drink this, I will return all their souls to you." Wu Daicheng said.

"What if I don't drink it?" I asked rhetorically.

Wu Daicheng moved the oil lamp to the table, smiled coldly, and said, "A fire, all the souls will be scattered." There are so many paper piercing people, I think, you shouldn't be able to tell which ones you want to save. ”

"As far as I know, Xiaopeng has been learning etiquette from you since he was a child, what are you doing this for? Could it be that the money Du Liwei gave you is really that heavy? I asked, looking at him.

"Money is something outside the body, but what if it's a position in the underworld?" He asked. It turned out to be like this, no wonder, he would work so hard.

"Sidian, is it that good?" I asked.

"You're too young to understand. Sometimes, power is always more important than strength. I know that your strength is very strong, even stronger than Lin Tianjian back then. However, no matter how strong the individual is, after all, he is a person, have you ever imagined the feeling of mastering a city in the underworld and tens of thousands of Yin soldiers? He looked at me and asked deeply.

I want to say, I don't have to imagine at all, not to mention tens of thousands, there are 100,000 Yin soldiers in the small underworld. However, I didn't say this, and I guess he won't believe it.

Wu Daicheng's feelings, I can imagine.

A land-occupying temple and a self-proclaimed land lord is enough to see how much addiction he has. It's a pity that this land lord doesn't have any edicts, so when he faces a palace of the underworld with edicts, he is naturally difficult to resist.

That's why he said those words just now.

"I know you're just a little doll under twenty years old, and you certainly can't imagine that feeling. Lin Yi, don't worry, I know your ability, you shouldn't bury your ability, if I become the Sidian, I can recommend it to the top and let you be the city god, how about it? He asked.

I couldn't help it, but I laughed anyway.

"What are you laughing at?" He asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing, Mr. Wu, is it possible that if I drink these two bowls of red soup, you will be able to sit in the palace of the boss?" I asked.

"That's right." He said.

"Do you know what kind of soup this is?" I continued to ask.

"Of course this is Meng Po soup, if you drink this, you will forget about the past. However, I promise you that I will keep it! Wu Daicheng said, and pushed the two large bowls of soup towards me.

"Meng Po soup is divided into nine kinds, and the general soup is gray-yellow, and it is drunk by reincarnated people. The other eight kinds of soup have their own color, and this red Meng Po soup is the most poisonous soup in the world. Drinking this soup will indeed make me forget the past, but at the same time that I forget the past, it will also melt my muscles and bones. Those who have committed great crimes, but who are also highly powerful, need to drink this red soup before they go to the eighteenth layer of hell to suffer. ”

I looked at Wu Daicheng and said these things, and his expression already told me that he didn't know what this red soup was.

Of course, the reason why I know these things is also because the construction of the small underworld has gradually entered the right track, and of course Meng Po soup must also have it.

After I finished saying this, although Wu Daicheng was surprised, his face gradually became gloomy when he looked at me.

"Mr. Lin, I hope you don't toast or eat, eat and drink!"

Wu Daicheng finally showed his fierce appearance.

"Really? Seriously, I'm curious, what exactly is the penalty for drinking! At this point, I reminded again: "By the way, Mr. Wu, aren't you afraid that before your Si Dian cashes in, you will end up with Lao Zhang?" ”