Qing Soul, no, the reason why Elder Tsing Yi wants to get back the soul chain is not because he thinks this thing is of any great use. But for him, this chain had deflated him before and made him a little obsessed.

His original three souls and seven spirits were missing one soul, which was incomplete, and the hands and feet that the otaku had done before directly made people mistakenly think that he was the kind of resentful ghost whose heart was gouged out before he died, and it also caused him to be able to blur into a state that was difficult to see even ordinary souls, not only to avoid sight, but even to drill into people's minds to read thoughts.

Although the function of reading thoughts may have been slowly derived from the prison painting after living in it for a long time, the elder Tsing Yi did not feel that this credit was attributed to the prison painting. After all, in his eyes, the prison painting is a dou who can't be helped, and his anger and sadness are his daily attitude towards her. Dip her light? How can it be?

To get back to the point, now that all the three souls are in place, this function of opening and hanging will naturally be lost. But this soul chain made him fail to open just now. In addition to making him feel shameless, this also made him curious.

He'd never seen anything like that. What Fang Ju'an got from the god of war was nothing more than the pearl of the night. Compared to the Night Pearl, the Soul Chain is just a small shrimp in the treasure. But where exactly did this thing come from?

Soul locking, soul locking, sounds like something from the underworld. There is no intersection between the God of War otaku and the underworld, how did Fang Ju'an get this thing online with the underworld?

After thinking about it, he felt bored, so he simply took the soul chain in his arms and continued to chase the painting.

Before leaving the tomb, the prison painting directly snatched the car keys from Yuan Liu, who was sitting on the ground and throwing flattering eyes.

Yuan Liu wailed in a tenstile female voice, trying to get rid of the indecency of the prison painting. Feeling a little disgusted, he left the tomb without even looking at him. At this time, the mobile phone rang suddenly.

"According to the location you sent, I have already taken away those evil spirits. Where are you now? ”

It's Xue Yan.

She suddenly became a little confused.

Xue Yan is now her titular husband. Although he has not fulfilled his husband's responsibilities in some aspects, from an emotional point of view, Xue Yan is indeed developing in the direction of a lover with her.

So now the question arises. Prison painting is not only the second generation of gods, but also the second generation of demons. As a product of the war between gods and demons, I don't know how it is now, anyway, thousands of years ago it was intolerable in the world. If Xue Yan knew her true identity, would he confess himself in order to maintain his identity?

Moreover, her unreliable Elder Tsing Yi, although she was unhappy with him, was also a community of interests, a grasshopper on a rope. If Xue Yan knew that Tsing Yi's real body was a green ghost, how should Xue Yan, who was one of the ten palace kings of the underworld, deal with it?

True love must stand the test. But the fundamental purpose of feelings is not to be tested.

Just for coolness.

If she explained everything, Xue Yan would have to face a choice. This choice is to let a man make a decision between identity and woman. It's a life-and-death contest that can't coexist.

At this point, it's time to send a proposition.

When a man chooses his status, the world will think that he is unkind.

If you choose a woman, you are useless. What's more, you will be disliked by women in the future: look at your nest, you don't want anything.

In this way, it is not pleasant. The purpose of the emotional initiation is not achieved, but it becomes a kind of thing

Burden and punishment.

Prison painting decisive choice not to say. Being a woman with secrets is far more tiring than being a coquettish, willful and vexatious woman. But she didn't want to push things into an awkward situation. If one day the secret is really exposed, she and him are forced to stand on opposite sides, which is sad and sad at best, but there is no psychological burden.

She is probably a pessimist, even for the fire of love that is in full swing, she is mentally prepared for a downpour at any time.

The expectations are not great, and the disappointment is not so great, is it?

Walking out of the tomb, the sun was shining outside. The rich ghost gas has dissipated, replaced by hot vapor capable of baking eggs.

The prison painting comes with air conditioning, so you naturally can't experience the hot atmosphere. So when she saw Xue Yan standing in the middle of the huge crack under the scorching sun and looking at her with a bright smile, an episode of a youth love idol drama seemed to sound in her mind.

When people are handsome to a certain extent, they all come with BGM.

She smiled at him too. Maybe it was because she had a secret in her heart, and she laughed harder.

At first, she wasn't used to it, after all, she had something hidden in her heart. But smiling and smiling, she almost forgot the troubles just now. Laugh more purely.

It seems that the years are quiet.

People should have this kind of mind. There are more secrets, and you get used to it. If there are only a few decades in a lifetime, then there is nothing to make a fuss about, anyway, the final outcome is to be cremated with a kick on both legs. If the shelf life is infinitely long like hers, then there is no fuss about it, anyway, a lifetime is still long, and the story never ends.

I figured it out, but that's it.

"Got inside?" Xue Yan glanced behind her curiously. "It looks like a tomb."

"Hmm. A few of them insisted on going in, so they went down with them for a circle. ”

"What's the fun?"

"It's okay, it's not much to see." The prison drew a shrug and slid the car keys in his hand. "They're going to play in there for a while, so I'll come up first."

The prison painting consciously did not mention the resurrection of the Night Pearl and Fang Ju'an. After all, the pearl of the night flowed out from the god of war, and there are traces. And Fang Ju'an is also an old subordinate of the God of War after all, if the wild ghosts under his hand are discovered and accepted by Xue Yan, it is difficult to guarantee that Fang Ju'an will not be angry and confess her life experience.

Let it be.

"What's in your hand?" Xue Yan found the car keys in the prison painting's hand.

"Car keys. Let's go, I'll take you for a ride. ”

Wu Xiao was reluctant to sit in the car, but under the coercion of the prison painting, he obediently followed the two of them to the front of the pickup truck.

As soon as Xue Yan approached the pickup truck, he felt the difference in this car.

"What is this?" He asked, surprised.

The prison painting snorted at the five wandering spirits in the car, and asked knowingly, "Can you accept it?" ”

Xue Yan shook his head. A wandering soul without a heart will slowly lose its sense of self, and eventually become resentful, which is difficult to resolve and will not disperse for thousands of years. They affect the magnetic field of a place, which is also known as "Feng Shui". Objects or places that are affected by grievances are always prone to accidents, and people who have too much contact with them will also suffer as a result.

Despite this, grievances are not under the control of the underworld, nor are they subject to the Heavenly Dao, and belong to the black zone of the three regards. Those "masters" of the folk are right

The resolution of this kind of thing is often to counter violence with violence, and "invite God" from the ghosts who are willing to make extra money from the demon road or the underworld, and protect the Dharma in order to destroy the carrier, so as to prevent being hurt by resentment when destroying the carrier.

The carrier is destroyed, and the resentment dissipates. Simple and crude.

The five geists in the car obviously sensed the approach of Lord Yama. They scurried around in the car in great disarray. The moment they opened the car door, they almost wanted to rush out of the car.

But when they saw the prison painting, they were instantly stunned.

They can't do without cars, and they can't fight the earth immortals. Everything is a vain struggle. The five geists hugged each other tightly, trembling as they looked at the prison painting and Xue Yan who were sitting in the car, and their already pale faces were even more unsightly.

Wu Hao chose to sit in the trunk. Even though the sun made him uncomfortable, it was better than being with a few resentful spirits.

He inserted the key into the keyhole and started the car. Just as he was about to move forward, he found a small Zhengtai standing in front of the car.

Xiao Zhengtai was carrying a large bag of things and looked at her with a resentful face.

"Green Soul? How did you leave him behind? Look at him depressed. Xue Yan was very conscious of being a "brother-in-law", rolled down the window and stuck his head out, beckoning the green soul to get into the car.

Qing Soul pouted, opened the back door and sat in.

"It's a shame that people give you a big bag of things, it's good for you to forget about me directly." Qing Soul complained, looking like he was resentful of Xiao Zhengtai, as if the majestic elder in Tsing Yi had never appeared in the tomb just now.

He's gambling. Bet she wouldn't tell Xue Yan the truth.

"Those things are not clean and do not sell well. I told you not to take it, but you will not listen. He said something he had never said before, and his face was not red.

The Green Soul had obviously won the bet. The eldest lady who had just been angry with him and spoke ruthlessly to him really understood right from wrong. What can and what can not be said, she knows everything in her heart.

The two sang and harmonized as if nothing had happened.

Qing Soul sat in the back seat, Xue Yan didn't pay too much attention to him, and naturally didn't notice those subtle changes in him. What Xue Yan is most curious about now is this car.

"I was going to buy this car, but someone bought it ahead of schedule. Later, I found out that the people who bought the car were acquaintances, so I went out for a ride with them. Prison Painting explained.

"You want to buy this car? Why? Xue Yan couldn't understand the benefits of this broken car. It is not beautiful, the performance is poor in all aspects, and it has to burn diesel, no matter how you look at it, it is not suitable for painting.

"Because it's cheap."

“……”

"Well, I heard that this car is called a psychic, so I wanted to see if it can really be psychic."

“……”

"Legend has it that this car can drive directly to the top of Huangquan Road, and there are people selling watermelons there, and they collect a lot of paper money back, which is exciting."

“……”

"What's wrong? Can't you? ”

Xue Yan was silent for half a minute, and finally answered the question of prison painting seriously.

"Judging from the intensity of the resentment gathered by this car, it should be possible."

"Then why do you always look speechless to me?"

"You don't want to drive this car to set up a stall on Huangquan Road, do you?"

"I'll cover my face, I won't disgrace you."

“……”