At six o'clock, the prison was ready to close. Recently, she didn't go down to set up a stall, although the matter of purchasing from the sun is still going on, but at this time, all the little ghosts who came to pick up the express have all gone back, and no one entrusted her to run errands.

The evening is the time when the air is strong, which is suitable for her to take a bath...... Oh no, it's cultivation.

But before the water was halfway down, she heard the shouting of the green soul coming from downstairs. In the house, there was the howl of the black horse and the footsteps of Xiaobai walking around.

There are only three people in the store now: her, Xue Yan and Qing Soul. And Xue Yan was staying in his own room.

As a boss, he felt the need to train his employees to face emergencies independently. For example, what is the after-sales service, the one who finds fault, and so on.

However, the sound downstairs was getting noisier and louder, and it had overshadowed the sound of the prison painting releasing water.

It doesn't seem to be a good stubble. Could it be that something happened to the old man that Xue Yan saved during the day, and he wanted to rely on them, right? When the old man brought in, he couldn't get in or out, could it be that he had to be used to touch a porcelain before he died?

The prison painter poked his head down from the window of the upstairs corridor, but saw that the iron door of the door had been closed.

Obviously the door has been locked, where are so many guests?

Walking downstairs, I heard a cry.

Seeing the prison painting walking downstairs from the upper floor, Qing Soul said with a bitter face: "Foreman, I can't stop it." ”

Is there anyone else who can't stop the green soul? In astonishment, he observed the dozen or so people crowded into the room. When I looked closely, I realized that these guys were people, and they were clearly ghosts.

No wonder you can break in even if you lock the door.

"What are you doing here?"

When she asked this, the cry was even louder, and none of the ghosts were willing to calm down and explain to her. Moreover, these ghosts originally maintained a normal image, crying so violently, the image was ruined, one by two lost their eyeballs looking for eyeballs, the broken neck holding their heads, and the holes in their stomachs desperately blocked their internal organs with their hands, and the picture was miserable.

"Guys, don't get excited, don't get excited." Prison painting was afraid of turning himself into a slaughterhouse, so he immediately opened his mouth to appease the "babies".

"I'm so resentful, I'm so resentful!" The ghost who couldn't find the eyeballs cried out, and his voice was terrible.

"Uh-huh, you're so resentful, you're resentful, you're resentful." The prison painting nodded desperately, but his eyes chased a small ball rolling on the ground, seeing that this thing stained the carpet with blood, and suddenly covered half of his face with regret.

It's a pity. This carpet is light-colored.

The ghost was stunned. Why didn't this woman follow the road? Shouldn't you ask her what she complains about?

"I, I'm ......" The anguish in her heart couldn't be vented, and the female ghost cried out with a "wow" and sat down on the ground. "I complain! I'm so resentful! I complain ......"

Ghosts have no weight, and they are floating under their feet. But the sitting down posture carried momentum, and her bulky body bounced to the ground like a big balloon, crushing the carpet ...... The little ball.

Prison painting's throat tightened, as if he heard a "snap".

It was her heartbreak

Sound.

Sighing, he reluctantly removed his hand from half of his face, and asked, "Okay, you say, what are you complaining about?" Why resent? ”

The female ghost finally got a response, raised her head excitedly, blinked in one eye, and the other eye was a bloody hole.

"Will you listen to me?" She got up from the ground, and as if she had found the sustenance of the ghost, she was about to move to the side of the prison painting.

I moved two steps, but I found that I couldn't move. There seemed to be an invisible wall in the air, blocking her in front of her.

"You mean." Prison painted impatiently passed through a few ghosts and sat down in the only clean place on the couch. These stains are invisible to mortals, but in her eyes they are all dirty and bloody, and they are really disgusting.

"I said, I said, I ......," the female ghost said, her eyes straightened.

"I can't remember."

Prison Painting: "......"

He looked up at the other ghosts. They all stopped crying at this time, looking confused, and seemed to be thinking about what they were complaining about.

All...... Forgotten?

On a big night, I just got half a bathtub of water. If this delay continues, the water is estimated to be cold.

"I can't remember. But it doesn't matter, I found you, if you want to listen to me, I'll tell you, I'll ......be by your side," she said sharply, and suddenly stretched out her two hands, revealing an evil look, and pounced towards the prison painting with a hideous face.

But she seemed to have forgotten the wall that had just blocked her.

By this time, the wall had turned into a large hand, pinching under her squeaky nest like a kitten. No matter how much you pounce, you can't struggle.

The female ghost obviously didn't understand what character she was facing.

"Devil?" Prison painting asks the green soul.

Qing Soul looked left and right: "Probably." It's not a great guy, so I didn't pay attention. ”

That's right, for the green soul, these ghosts are just pediatrics. If he hadn't taken care of the furniture at home, these guys wouldn't have been able to stop him.

"The resentment is quite sufficient, and I don't know where it came from." He looked out the window. The spirit street is extremely heavy, and it is an entrance to the two realms of yang. It's normal for a few geists to pop up, but it seems a little strange that so many ghosts suddenly gathered in their shop.

Xue Yan's footsteps could be heard at the stairs.

"What's wrong?" Xue Yan was probably cultivating just now, wearing a casual suit, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but the whole person looked refreshed.

"It's nothing, there are more than a dozen ghosts." The prison painting shrugged. "Look at this house."

Seeing Xue Yan slowly walking down the stairs, these dozen or so ghosts finally felt the danger. The aura on the prison painting was well hidden, but the thousands of years of earthly qi and the power of the Hades on Xue Yan could not be hidden, and they were immediately frightened.

They couldn't figure out how they were just drawn here by an energy when they were just swimming outside. I thought I would find a host here to complete the tracing of their lives, but I came across this

A kind of terrifying big shot.

It's too hard to be born!

"Powerful ghosts are difficult to treat, and when you see them, they are all solved on the spot."

Solve it in place? Why bother with all this effort? This Hades is afraid that he has an occupational disease.

"Just drive it away, and make the house smoky." Prison painting pinched nose. In fact, there was no smell at the scene, but the prison painting always felt that the air was filled with a strange smell, especially when I saw a ghost stuffing his intestines into his stomach, stuffing it to his stomach, and vomiting all over the ground.

I really don't understand, I'm all a ghost, why do I have to make such a strange character for myself. Probably, I want to put on a unique shape to attract people's attention. After all, there are so many ghosts here, but there are very few people.

"Such a strong grievance, even if you go out, you will be immediately wiped out by the underworld. I don't know how they found this place, it's really embarrassing for them. ”

These words reminded the prison painting that these dozen or so ghosts would not come to the store for no reason, thinking that they were attracted by something.

"Resentment is beneficial to our cultivation." Xue Yan reminded the prison painting again.

This kind of door-to-door benefit looks a bit like the handiwork of the god of war.

Prison Painting directly called Prison Yong, but the other party said that he didn't know what she was talking about.

Everything that has been done to pick the Nethersea has been done, and it seems that there is no need to lie about such things. After analyzing it with Xue Yan for a long time, they didn't come up with a reason, so they simply put away the dozen or so ghosts and sealed them in a vase that Xue Yan brought back from the underworld. Although he strongly objected to the vase after learning that it was an antique worth tens of millions of yuan, when Xue Yan took out an incense burner worth 20 million yuan and wanted to replace the vase, the prison painting still chose the vase.

Xue Yan's house is really priceless. You must know that he has so many private collections, and the prison painting will not play so much with him because of money.

Back in the room, he changed the water in the bathtub, sat on the toilet, looked at the Jin Dan in his hand, and his heart was complicated.

In the final analysis, this can be regarded as the welfare that the god of war and the otaku girl have won for themselves. It's just that in such a chaotic situation between heaven and earth, what is the purpose of concentrating on growing and cultivating hard?

Maybe she still hoped that she could help them with Gu Niangu, or maybe she was worried that after the plan to attack the Heavenly Realm failed, the prison painting would be able to have a strong ability to protect herself.

If there is no exposure to prison paintings, the latter's worries are unnecessary.

So, they hope they can help them?

Although Prison Yong drew a line between himself and the idea of an otaku in front of the prison picture, Prison Painting didn't think that his god of war father would really only do his own thing. can cultivate her with her heart, and in the end, she will not be able to push the back waves of the Yangtze River to the front waves.

And judging from the misfortune that she has suffered in the mortal world for so many years, she may not really help them at that time.

What exactly do they want her to do?

Thinking about it, prison painting thinks that they don't want to let themselves die, right? Moreover, after all, the thing was sent by the Bodhi Ancestor. With the prestige of the Bodhi Ancestor, this can be regarded as free

After inspecting the product, it should be trusted.

Holding the golden pill in his hand, the amount and volume made the prison painting a little daunting. It's such a big one, you have to chew it, right? taste, and don't know how.

At the mention of the taste, the scene of the ghost who had just been downstairs with his intestines piercing his stomach and vomiting immediately appeared in his mind.

Instantly out of food.

But this dream back to Dan is a good thing after all, prison painting is not the kind of lady who will easily change her plan because of a headache, since the water is put away, and the things are brought, she will overcome the difficulties and eat it.

It's just that this thing looks golden from a distance, and it's very tall, how can you take a closer look, not only has the color changed to earthy yellow, but the surface is also pitted, and it looks weirdly close to some kind of solid excrement?

Probably, today she lacks nausea in the five elements, and God is thirsty to make up for her.

Closing his eyes and calming himself down, driving away the distracting thoughts in his heart, he finally opened his mouth for a moment.

It's soft.

This texture unexpectedly drove away the nausea of the prison painting just now, so while the iron was struck, the prison painting threw the whole Jin Dan into his mouth.

It melts in your mouth and doesn't have any taste.

Call! Prison Painting finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it's not the kind of candy called rat poop that I ate when I was a child, although it tastes good, but the texture, such a big lump, I'm afraid it's going to choke her to death.

Just thinking about it, the prison painting suddenly felt that the dantian was one, and a warm current went up from the dantian, all the way to the body, like ......

Like magma.

"It's hot!" The prison painter shouted.