"Doctor, doctor, how is she, is her condition serious?"

Wang Buer and Chen Xiaoyu, who were in the corridor in the provincial people's hospital, stopped a middle-aged doctor who had just come out of the ward and asked in a busy voice.

"Don't worry, the patient just fainted from grief and fatigue, and I've already taken a drip and rested for a night." The doctor smiled and comforted.

When Wang Buer and Chen Xiaoyu heard the doctor's words, they breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the toxin that Li Bing had been injected into by the red-blooded bat bite might have been cleared by the pill that the master had fed before.

The previous caution was also slow, but I still couldn't rest assured, because the master had said before that if she couldn't recover her senses, let yourself kill her. Faintly let Wang Fuji be careful tonight.

Sending the doctor away, it was already eight o'clock in the evening at this moment, Wang Buer and Chen Xiaoyu came to Li Bing's hospital room, looking at Li Bing who was sleeping on the hospital bed in a hospital gown, with white and bloodless cheeks, cold and beautiful, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was not restless in his sleep, which made people feel sympathetic.

And this time Chen Xiaoyu came with him, and Chun Crush was overflowing with compassion, so he came to take care of Li Bing. It is also good in this way, so that the lonely men and widows will not let people talk nonsense.

It's already night, Wang Buer ran out of the hospital to buy some dinner, he doesn't come to the provincial capital very often, but he also wants to go shopping. But when he thought of Li Bing, he could only give up the idea of being playful. A man sits on a chair in the promenade of the hospital.

In the dimly lit corridor, it was already eleven o'clock, Chen Xiaoyu was taking care of Li Bing in the ward, and it was also necessary, Li Bing was not a local, except for his colleagues in the police station, he had no relatives in the provincial capital. Before, it was just a few police officers from the director to visit to understand the situation, but now they have returned. Only Wang Buer and Chen Xiaoyu were left to take care of it.

Time passed minute by minute, Wang Buer, who was sitting on a chair in the corridor, was a little worried, he knew that it was impossible to spend it peacefully tonight, because Li Bing was bitten by a blood-sucking red-blooded bat, and the poison had already attacked his heart, although Wang had a wealth elixir, he still sent out a mutated madness.

Now Wang Buji is most worried about whether Li Bing can insist on recovering his memory, if his will is not strong enough, he may be controlled by the red blood bat toxin, mutate, and become a blood-sucking and murderous tool. If this is the case, Wang Fuji is a little worried.

Although he and Li Bing have only known each other for less than a day, how to say it, she is also a beauty, a living life, and he still can't make a decisive killing.

Wang Buer, this kid was born with a bodhisattva heart, even if he received a little ghost, he would be reluctant to kill it, so he couldn't make up his mind now, and his heart was entangled and worried.

"Ding-dong......!"

Suddenly, a big bell rang, and Wang Buji saw the big clock hanging on the wall, and before he knew it, it was already twelve o'clock. Looking at the hospital corridor, there was no one but himself.

The chandelier in the dim corridor is swaying and falling, emitting a dim light, and the aura is a little weird. Especially in the hospital, it is rumored that there are often supernatural events, and it makes people feel a little hairy.

However, Wang Buji doesn't care about these, he interacts with ghosts all year round, and naturally he will not be frightened by the aura in front of him, which is normal in the end, when the night arrives, the aura of heaven and earth slowly turns into a negative magnetic field, to put it bluntly, it is also the most active time for ghosts, even if ghosts appear, it is not surprising.

Wang Buer was holding a book in his hand and looking down seriously, when suddenly, a yin wind struck. Suddenly, Wang Buji suddenly raised his head and looked at the other end of the corridor on the left.

The wind swept in and shook the chandelier in the hallway creaking, and the lights flickered and flickered, and needless to say, something dirty.

Suddenly, the cry of a child sounded in the gloomy night, and the sound was like the cry of a night owl, and the ghost chirped, which seemed particularly desolate in the night. Entering the corridor, this made Wang Fuji, who was sitting on the chair, feel a shock in his heart, his eyes were awe-inspiring, and the voice was too sad and pitiful.

Suddenly, he became curious, wondering what kind of child this desolate child was crying. He hesitated, but he stood up and walked in the direction of the child's cry.

Wang Buxin said to see what kind of little ghost it was, crying so desolately. He couldn't help but be curious, and he also knew that there were often some supernatural events in the hospital, so it was not unusual.

Along the corridor, Wang Buji turned a corner, and suddenly, he saw a child about five years old. The child was wearing a small red belly pocket with two pigtails on his head.

It's like the golden boy in the portrait of the doorman. It's just that the child's skin is green, which makes people tremble a little. It was sitting in the middle of the hallway, crying loudly, looking very pitiful.

When Wang Buji saw this little ghost, a name suddenly appeared in his mind, crying ghost.

As the name suggests, the crying ghost is a kind of abandoned ghost, a lost ghost, that is to say, this kind of little ghost usually dies in a foreign land and cannot find a way home, so he appears with a crying face. The strength is not strong, and it will not actively hurt people. To put it bluntly, this kind of little ghost is a crying ghost with soy sauce in the ghost world.

As long as you are willing to take it home, you will naturally go to reincarnation. Wang Buji had also encountered this kind of crying ghost before, so now looking at this crying ghost, he naturally felt relieved that there was nothing to be afraid of.

Sure enough, when this little crying ghost saw Wang Buer, he showed a pitiful appearance, like a child who had lost his relatives, and cried faintly: "Big brother, can you take me home, I want to see my parents, woo ......!" He cried again.

Wang Buer was born with a yin and yang body, and if he doesn't need to open his eyes to wipe the tears of the cow, he will naturally see dirty things, otherwise how can he say that this person is destined to walk the middle route between yin and yang. Wang Buji showed a gentle smile, seeing that this little crying ghost was so pitiful, he also wanted to take it home, but said: "Okay, my brother promised to take you home to see your parents, but you have to be obedient, you have to go to reincarnation when you see your parents, okay?" ”

"Okay, I promise you!"

The little ghost smiled happily, nodded his little head happily, and his green face was also very cute. Wang Buji smiled and nodded, both stepping forward to pick up the little crying ghost. However, at this moment, a cold voice came from behind him.

"Get out of here!"

A figure in a gray uniform pushed aside without waiting for Wang Fuji's reaction. Directly in front of the little crying ghost.

When the little crying ghost saw this sudden arrival, he immediately burst into tears.

"Hmph, the evil obstacle has to stay in the world to do trouble, see this way accept you to refine for 7749 days, turn into pus, and you will not be able to live forever!" Saying that, the gray robe man took out a yellow rune bag with his right hand, and without waiting for Wang Fuji behind him to react, he put the little crying ghost into the rune bag.

"You can't hurt it, this weeper is just a lost imp, and it doesn't hurt anyone, so I beg you to let it go!" Wang Buji was a little angry.

He didn't know what was going on with this Taoist who suddenly came out, so he took the little ghost away as soon as he came. However, he saw that this person sacrificed the rune to collect the ghost bag, which was clearly embroidered with two words of Spear Mountain, presumably this Taoist was a person from the Spear Mountain Taoism.

"It's already the fifth ghost, and there are only fifteen left in twenty, hey, look how those guys win me!"

Li Jianren tied up the ghost bag, and he made a bet with those young geniuses of Taoism that if anyone could receive twenty ghosts in the seven days before the Demon Slaying Conference, he would become the leader of the burial valley. So Li Jianren was lucky, he met five weak ghosts in two days, and he naturally got into the package.

But now when he heard the words of the kid behind him, he snorted coldly, turned around and revealed a young face about twenty years old, with sword eyebrows, narrow face, and a proud expression.

Li Jianren looked arrogant, squinted at Wang Buer, who was standing in the corridor with a delicate face, his eyes showed discrimination, squinted at him, and said arrogantly: "Boy, protect a little ghost, are you a member of the cult?" , I spear mountain Taoism to collect ghosts, how can I let you come to reprimand me, believe it or not, I broke your legs, let you know what it means to not know what it means to be good or bad! ”

Ma De, Wang Buji listened to the words, scolded in his heart, looked at the kid in front of him like a dog, nostrils to the sky, his expression was domineering, as if he thought that the king of heaven Lao Tzu was doing everything, especially this kid also discriminated, saying that he broke his leg and made him angry.

When it was determined from his mouth that this young Taoist priest was a member of the Spear Mountain Taoism, this could not help but make Wang Fuji wonder, could it be that it was rumored that the propagation of decent Taoism would indiscriminately victimize some innocent ghosts, and what was the difference between such an approach and a cult. This made Wang Buji have a disgust for the moral deeds of those decent Taoisms.

Although Wang Buer was disgusted with the young man in front of him, his tone was still steady, and he said: "This Taoist friend, I am not a cult, just an ordinary yin and yang person, and I am not offending your Maoshan Taoism."

When this little ghost is just an innocent little crying ghost, and he can't use such a great punishment to make his soul die, please transfer it to me, and let me take it home to be reincarnated! Wang Buer said softly and sincerely.

"Hehe, a wild Daozi person, I dare to negotiate terms with this Dao, this little ghost is what I received, why should I transfer it to you, you are the green onion!" Li Jianren's tone was high, and he didn't take Wang Buji in his eyes at all.

In the sect, Li Jianren's status among the younger generation of disciples can be regarded as some prestige, at the age of twenty, he is already in the realm of Daoxuan, and among the self-cultivators, he is already a rare talent.

Therefore, in front of his contemporaries, he is extremely arrogant, and he is very arrogant in his actions, and he is not afraid of his contemporaries in his eyes, unless he is afraid of people whose realm is higher than him, just like his senior brother, who is in the realm of the third layer of the Dao Xuan.

And this time, Li Jianren went down the mountain for the first time to participate in the Demon Slaying Conference and entered the Burial Heaven Valley to practice, so that he could make a bet with other decent Taoist geniuses of the same generation to see who could gather twenty ghosts in seven days. Therefore, now that Li Jianren is receiving the fifth ghost, he will naturally not hand it over to Wang Buji.

On the contrary, he didn't take Wang Bu'er seriously at all, according to his words, the Yin and Yang Daoist of Ye Daozi, in front of decent Taoism, is not a fart at all, it is too late to beg himself, and he can still talk about conditions, in Li Jianren's eyes, it is ridiculous.

"Boy, if you want to let go of that little ghost in this way, you can just kneel down and kowtow immediately, call Sansheng Daoye, and let it go naturally if you can call me cool, hehe, how about it?" Li Jianren showed a playful expression, a proud expression, and a suspicious heart.

Hearing such a request, Wang Buer's face suddenly became gloomy. His eyes were indifferent, and it seemed that the young man who claimed to be a Taoist priest of Spear Mountain in front of him would not care about the meaning of letting go or not letting go of any little ghost.

Such a proud look and banter are completely playing with themselves. Wang Buer snorted coldly in his heart, and he didn't know what kind of courage this kid relied on to let him be so blind and treat people as playthings.

Could it be that all the people of the Spear Mountain Taoist sect look like this? If so, then it would be a real disappointment. Since then, Wang Buji has thought that those decent Taoists are all Taoists who are dedicated to exorcising demons for the sake of decency, but when he saw Li Jianren in front of him, what kind of decent Taoist priest did he think, it was completely like I was a gentleman, what was the difference between me and a cult.

Wang Buji's expression was calm, and the more angry he was in his heart, the more calm he became, his eyes were like torches, staring at Li Jianren who was playful in front of him, and he was about to say something. Suddenly.

"Ah......h

A woman's frightened cry reverberated clearly through the hallway.

"Oops, it's the voice of the little witch!"

Wang Buji's expression changed suddenly, completely ignoring the matter of Li Jianren and the little ghost, he turned around and ran back, rushing into Li Bing's hospital room.

And Li Jianren behind him sneered, listening to the sound of exclamation, he thought that something evil had appeared to make trouble, which was naturally what he wanted.

"Hehe, it seems that Lao Tzu is lucky, I met six ghosts in two days after going down the mountain, and when I gather twenty ghosts, see if those guys dare to say big things in front of Lao Tzu!" As he spoke, Li Jianren also followed Wang Buer's footsteps.