CHAPTER XXXV

Zhu Yao swaggered into the nightclub, where did the bald man dare to stop, he could only follow carefully behind him, while guarding against Zhu Yao, he covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered into the walkie-talkie: "Inform the fearless king, there is a man named Zhu Yao coming——"

Pushing open another door, Zhu Yao was suddenly startled. He thought that in broad daylight, the door of the store was closed, and there were at most some people on duty in the field. But who would have thought that this place was so lively, at a glance, it was densely packed with ghosts.

"Good guy, the door is closed outside, but it's so lively inside-" Zhu Yao said with a smile.

The bald man took over and said, "Great, my lord, do business, the living live at night, and the dead ghosts will have to enjoy themselves during the day——"

"It's also said that ghosts should also have entertainment." Zhu Yao deeply agreed, and people thought that ghosts only haunt at night. But in fact, the time of ghost haunting is not fixed.

People need to rest, but ghosts don't. The reason why people think that ghosts are only active at night is because after a busy day, when night comes, both energy and physical strength will decrease, and the body's self-defense will also decrease.

And this time is also the time when people are most susceptible to the influence of ghosts.

But in fact, ghosts also haunt during the day. It's like Wang Kang, he is also disguised as a student at school, that stinky and shameless thing.

Different from the madness and swaying of the living, the pleasure of the ghosts is actually to enjoy the offering, which is what the folk call - sacrificial rice.

There are no dazzling lights on the dance floor, and no deafening sounds. Some just set up small tables on the ground, the tables are full of dishes, and incense candles are inserted in the corners of the tables. Above each table, a broken ghost floats around, sucking the aroma rising from the dishes.

Zhu Yao was a little puzzled, the Midyear Festival has passed, the Next Yuan Festival is still early, and the ghost door is closed, how can there be so many yin ghosts to enjoy the offerings in the world?

"My lord, the Dreadnought King is back, waiting for you—" The bald man whispered.

Zhu Yao nodded, followed the bald man, bypassed the dance floor, and went to the backstage.

Goodbye Wang Kang, Zhu Yao obviously felt that it was not the same as before, the most obvious thing was its eyes, without a trace of ghostly light, it looked like ordinary people.

Zhu Yao didn't ask this question, but just smiled and greeted: "When you become a big ghost king, don't you even read books?" ”

"No—" Wang Kang shook his head, he looked at Zhu Yao, and said, "You seem to be a little different." ”

"Oh? What's the difference? Zhu Yao asked with a smile.

"I can't tell-" Wang Kang shook his head, and continued, "You just asked, does what I said before still count?" ”

"Does it count?"

"You dragged Chen Jinshan and helped me become the Great Ghost King. In return, I helped you save Mejia's life. The two of us should be even, and we don't owe each other anything. Wang Kang said lightly.

"You can't calculate this account like this-" Zhu Yao shook his head, and then said, "I'm risking my life to help you." You helped me, but then it didn't all depend on Dr. Wu Xuehua Wu, if it weren't for her, we would all have to be whitewashed. She has the greatest credit for this—"

"Hahaha, you dare to talk to me?" Wang Kang suddenly laughed, he stared at Zhu Yao, and his pupils slowly changed.

"I can't help it-" Zhu Yao was not afraid at all, and said indifferently: "Mei Jia still has her last breath left, Yi'er was arrested, and Dr. Wu was seriously injured after a serious illness, and it is estimated that he will not live for a few days." With my strength, I can't save any of them. It's only coming for you—"

Wang Kang was surprised, but what surprised it was not that so many things had happened to Zhu Yao in the past few days, but that after Xue Jin came back, he didn't mention it to him at all.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Wang Kang asked.

Zhu Yao gave a general explanation of the matter, omitting the experience of worshipping Wu Xuehua as a teacher in the middle, and the matter of him joining the ability army was naturally omitted.

"As far as is known, it is very likely that Yi'er was taken to Victoria Cathedral. Only by rescuing her can Mei Jia have hope. Otherwise, all the efforts will be in vain—"

After listening to Zhu Yao's words, Wang Kang did not agree and fell into silence.

Zhu Yao was very helpless, he was alone, and he really couldn't find a helper. If even Wang Kang doesn't care, then he is completely out of play.

Before coming, Zhu Yao was very worried, because as Wang Kang said before, there was a tie between them, and Wang Kang didn't need to offend those dark people for Zhu Yao.

But when Zhu Yao saw the sacrificial meals on the dance floor, he somehow suddenly felt a little more sure.

Zhu Yao asked, "What's going on with those yin ghosts outside?" ”

Wang Kang glanced at Zhu Yao, but still didn't speak.

"The bald ghost slave said that those are all yin ghosts who come to enjoy themselves during the day, but I don't think so-"

Wang Kang finally responded, and said with a smile: "Heh, then what do you think, what are they?" ”

"You are the king of ghosts, whether you are a student or run a nightclub, it is a means for you to disguise your identity, or a means for you to develop your power. You shouldn't have so much leisure to set up so many small tables with offerings, just to let those yin ghosts come to eat the sacrificial meal. If I'm guessing correctly, those yin ghosts should be your comrades-in-arms. ”

Wang Kang's pupils shrank into a thin line, and he stared at Zhu Yao with a fierce look in his eyes.

But Zhu Yao didn't seem to notice, and said to himself: "You put so much thought into placing offerings on the altar, but do you really think that they can go on the road after eating the sacrificial meal?" ”

"Why can't you go on the road?" Wang Kang was immediately anxious.

"First of all, their bones are incomplete, and before the remains are buried in the ground, the soul of the earth has not returned to the ground, and the city god will not issue them a pass. And secondly—"

"Wait a minute, what's a pass?"

"For those who die normally, the souls of the dead will be guided to the City God to receive the guide to open the Ghost Gate, and thus embark on the road to the Yellow Springs. If you die unnaturally, if you can't get the guide, you won't be able to enter the ghost gate, and you will become a lonely ghost. Like you, like your comrades-in-arms—"

"Anything else?" Wang Kang was suddenly shocked, and then his face was gloomy, and he said in a cold voice: "If Master Chenghuang dares not to give Lu Dao, then I will destroy his Chenghuang Temple." ”

"You can pull it down, the City God Temple is a transit station for ghosts, there are so many ghosts, you have to put yourself in it-" Zhu Yao said.

Wang Kang gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Next? ”

"Secondly, they have broken bodies. To go to Huangquan Road, in addition to the road guide issued by the city god, the soul of the dead must also be complete. There are three souls in life, the heavenly soul returns to the sky, the earth soul returns to the earth, and the human soul enters reincarnation. Look at them like that, the ghost body is broken, obviously the human soul is incomplete, how can you enter reincarnation? Zhu Yao said.

Wang Kang was a little stunned and asked, "Then what should I do?" ”

"There are two ways to transcend lonely ghosts or ghosts with incomplete souls." Zhu Yao raised his finger and said, "One, please ask the master to do it, to put it bluntly, it is to take a relationship and let the old man of the city god send a guide." ”

"This can't work, as soon as the master comes, he will specify that he will overtake me first. Say the second way-" Wang Kang shook his head vigorously.

"The second one-" Zhu Yao grinned, and said leisurely, "Have you ever heard, 'A bowl of food in the underworld, ten miles without wild ghosts'?" ”