Yan Huan was a little unfinished, "Hey, my story has just begun." ”

"You still have the daughter left to Lord Xu."

"Really...... Why don't you open which pot to mention. ”

Ye Mushen glanced at him faintly, "You've just come back to life, let's go back and rest." He's a big living person, and he can't lose his ......."

"Why don't you look for Master Hou again? Why are you so fickle? ”

"I didn't say I wouldn't look for him. What I'm saying is - don't look for it, I'll just look for it myself. ”

"Tsk, what's the matter with me trying to snatch him away......"

“……”

"Speaking of which, have you ever dealt with women?" Yan Huan is still sorry for Zhang Xin.

"It's a kind of thing, what?" Ye Mushen suddenly remembered Wanqing in the Kanto region, I don't know how she is doing?

"What?" Yan Huan's eyes widened in shock, "I really can't see that you actually dealt with women...... Although you are handsome, this character is really not pleasing to women, which girl can take a fancy to you? Or is it that as long as you have status and wealth, no matter how dull and cold your temperament is, some people like it? ”

Ye Mu said in his heart, he was not a dull and cold person in the past, and there were indeed many women who took a fancy to him.

Yan Huan didn't notice that he had jumped off the roof, and only continued to himself, "If a girl dislikes your lowly status every time she sees you, but sometimes she is very gentle and kind to you...... Feed! Is...... When it comes to women, they run, it seems that they must not be very proud in the love scene......"

The figure of Ye Mu Ginseng has disappeared into the bamboo forest.

……

Night Ginseng wandered aimlessly around the city.

To be honest, where Ling Shangshang was, he didn't have the slightest idea at all.

The right to come out and relax.

When he passed the Soul Returning Temple, he subconsciously quickened his pace.

The Soul Shrine, as the name suggests, is built for the requiem of strangers who died in the city.

It is said that the souls of those who died in a foreign land could not find a way back, and even more so those who died unexpectedly from the plague.

The soul of the deceased will be held in a foreign land like his corpse, suffering endless misery.

Lonely souls who have not been transcendent will eventually become miserable hungry ghosts, forever reincarnated in a foreign land, wandering for a long time, with no hope of reincarnation.

Only those strangers who have names in the Soul Shrine can receive the mercy of the land gods, and their souls can return to their hometown and rest in peace.

The pungent smell of cheap incense wafted around the ancestral hall, and the nose of the night ginseng was slightly sour.

Originally, he would have become an inconspicuous name in this ancestral hall......

Ridiculous - how can there be such an ethereal thing as a soul after death?

At this moment, he didn't know whether to be glad that he was still alive, or to regret not being one of those scorching bones.

Ling Shang came out of the Soul Returning Shrine and saw the most familiar figure turning the corner of the street with hesitation.

He inquired for a long time, only to learn that the boy that the guy had buried with his own hands a few days ago was called "Aqin", and his father's ancestral home was in Lanling.

The poor man ended up being hastily landed.

As for Ah Qin's mother, Ling Shang couldn't find her whereabouts anyway.

Ling Shang set up an inscription for the father and son at the Returning Soul Temple, and did not stay long.

He also didn't like this kind of place that was full of evil spirits.

The street corner was dark and empty, and the man left only a hurried silhouette.

Ling Shang stood in place for a moment in distraction, and was about to walk in the opposite direction when he saw the guy coming out of the corner.

The look is still a little hasty.