"Ruan Shenxian, didn't you say that you ate braised pork at noon! Why are you clamoring for fried chicken again? Cheng Wang asked with anger in his endure.

"I changed my mind, and I feel like this fried chicken looks better." Ruan Shiqing took Cheng Wang's mobile phone and pointed to a photo of fried chicken on Meituan, and said indifferently.

Cheng Wang only felt that there was a nameless industry burning in his heart.

Lose face!

As a dignified eight-foot man, he is also a people's policeman, who should have led Huang on the left and a gun on the right.

But now he is holding soy sauce on his left and a steel spoon on his right.

Even!

He also wore a pink apron.

The more Cheng Wang thinks about it, the more angry he becomes, my generation of Chinese men should be self-reliant!!

But when he turned his head and saw Ruan Shiqing's indifferent look, he secretly said in his heart: It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Good men don't fight with women, let alone female ghosts.

Cheng Wang picked up a piece of meat, suddenly remembered something, and asked Ruan Shiqing: "I went to the police station today, and I died again." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a picture appeared in his mind again, and his appetite dropped instantly.

"Oh?"

Ruan Shiqing seemed to be interested, and looked at Cheng Wang with a smile: "Do you want me to help you?" ”

Cheng Wang nodded: "I don't want to see anyone die again." ”

Ruan Shiqing stared at Cheng Wang's clear and bright eyes, and the firmness in the depths of the young man's eyes made this ghost immortal who had lived for thousands of years of reincarnation slightly surprised.

"Speaking of which, it's a bit like Old Man Zhang." Ruan Shiqing muttered.

"Old man Zhang?" Cheng Wang was puzzled.

Ruan Shiqing just smiled: "You are very suitable to be a Taoist priest." ”

Before Cheng Wang could figure it out, Ruan Shiqing stood up and looked at him: "Take me to meet the black umbrella." ”

Cheng Wang was overjoyed, and he didn't eat anymore, so he rushed to the police station with Ruan Shiqing.

Pushing open the door of the police station, Zhang Yi is on duty today, who is a well-known good man in the police station, and he is extremely righteous.

Zhang Yi is righteous, you can hear it just from the name.

"Cheng Wang? Is it your shift today? Zhang Yi saw Cheng Wang walking into the police station, scratched his head and asked.

Cheng Wang planned to perform a bitter trick and said: "Brother Yi, I have an uninvited feeling, I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

These words instantly ignited Zhang Yi's enthusiasm for helping others: "Chengzi, if you have anything, just tell your brother, you can help absolutely." ”

Cheng Wang leaked a sad look, with a few tears in the corners of his eyes, and said in a passionate voice: "I want to take a look at the black umbrella in the evidence center, because one of my classmates' family is one of the victims." ”

Zhang Yi hesitated.

But Cheng Wang's very miserable look was like a knife poking at the tip of his heart.

Finally.

Cheng Wang stood in front of the black umbrella, and Ruan Shiqing praised on the side: "Good acting skills, good acting skills, it's a pity to be a policeman." ”

Cheng Wang said embarrassedly: "Fairy Ruan, let's help me see what's so strange about this black umbrella first." ”

Ruan Shiqing looked at the nine black umbrellas placed in front of him, and the purple light in his pupils appeared, as if he was absorbing something.

After a while, Ruan Shiqing came back to his senses and said with some solemnity:

"Cheng Wang, I can't say anything about this matter for a while, do you want to take a look for yourself?"

Cheng Wang was shocked: "I'm just a small people, ordinary people, what do I think?" ”

Ruan Shiqing looked at him solemnly: "I have a way for you to see it, but you must know that when you touch these things, you can't be alone." ”

Cheng Wang's forehead was sweating: "Can't you do it directly?" ”

Ruan Shiqing sighed: "It's very troublesome, in order to prevent Taoist priests who have a great way to find out, there are some spells that I can't use at all." Moreover, this ghost is really difficult to deal with. ”

"Cheng Wang, if you want to save others, sometimes, you have to sacrifice yourself."

Cheng Wang exhaled deeply: "I know, come on." ”

Ruan Shiqing looked at the resoluteness in Cheng Wang's eyes, smiled with relief, and raised his hand to press Cheng Wang's forehead.

The same purple light flowed in Cheng Wang's eyes.

After a blurred view, the sky and the earth are clear.

Is it a dream?

Cheng Wang thought suspiciously.

A drizzle of rain fell on the quaint alleys of Jiangnan, where people dressed in old robes hurriedly.

Cheng Wang rubbed his eyes: Where is this?

Walking into the alley, an umbrella shop caught his eye.

A black-clothed young man is concentrating on weaving an umbrella, and the patterns on the umbrella are vivid, lifelike, and seem to be majestic.

At least the people in front of the shop have written to him: "Mr. An." ”

The boy also got up and went back.

It seems that the boy is quite respected in this alley.

Cheng Wang wanted to find someone to ask the young man where he came from, but he never thought that others would not be able to see him at all.

"I use the Purple Moon Spell to take you to see through these evil black umbrellas to see the life of the umbrella owner." Ruan Shiqing's voice sounded in his head.

Cheng Wang nodded and stood in the middle of the alley and looked around.

The view here is beautiful.

It was too late, and in the blink of an eye, a nameless wind came with black clouds, and the sky and the earth lost color in an instant.

"Holy? No way. Cheng Wang felt the familiar darkness, and his body kept shaking.

There seemed to be a beast roaring in the distance, and strangely, no one's voice could be heard, as if falling into the abyss, a sense of helplessness devoured Cheng Wang.

"No one told me there was a horror plot!?" Cheng Wang complained in his heart, it was too unlucky.

Cheng Wang moved slowly, although he knew that this was just an illusion, but it was really realistic, and his heart trembled unconsciously.

One eye flashed, a red pupil, and the pupil contained gold threads.

It seemed to be staring at Cheng Wang.

Cheng Wang only felt a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to move.

The red pupils rushed forward violently, and Cheng Wang gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly.

The rattling sound of bones being bitten was heard, but Cheng Wang didn't feel a trace of pain.

Cheng Wang suddenly remembered: "Oh yes, I'm in the illusion now. ”

Whose bones were bitten to pieces?

Cheng Wang slowly opened his eyes, and he didn't know whose half of his body was taken into the air, and blood was sprinkled on the ground.

Cheng Wang also vaguely saw that the owner of the red pupil, a huge ghost several stories high.

"Gold Eater? I haven't seen you in a long time. Mr. An, who was dressed in black, stood in front of the ghost with a black umbrella.

“？？ Sure enough, this Mr. An ......" Cheng Wang's eyes froze, staring at the young man in black tightly.

The ghost known as the Gold Eater seemed to be restless and rushed towards the black-clothed boy.

The umbrella maker whose real name is An Ziyan is actually the eldest disciple of the Baimei Old Taoist in Qingling Mountain, and his strength is directed at the red clothes, and he is the best among the Taoist priests in Qingyi.

With the umbrella as a sword, raise your hand and wave, the umbrella is full of talismans, the umbrella contains sword intent, and the sound of the sword is faintly clear and clear like a dragon, when the ghost thing is coming.

The fingers pressed the head of the umbrella, slightly forced, drew a bead of blood, ate the blood of the main family, and the talisman on the umbrella was clear and bright, infused with mana.

On the door of the ghost's face, he slashed with a sword from top to bottom.

The ghosts were cut in half and wiped out.

It's just that the gold and silver treasures that I had eaten in my stomach were left in their place, piled up into a small mountain, and the smell of copper wafted up.

The villagers in the alley all walked out of the door one after another, and countless eyes stared directly at the pile of gold mountain, as well as the black-clothed young man next to the gold mountain.

An Ziyan didn't seem to realize anything, and clasped his hands into fists and said, "Everyone, this money is ill-gotten gains, and I plan to donate it to the temple incense hall." ”

The eyes of the village names flashed with unwillingness

The background color of unwillingness is greed.

Human nature, in the face of desire, is worthless.

A villager shouted, "The surname is An! You want to keep the money to yourself?!! ”

Countless villagers chimed in, and some even raised their hoes and sickles in their hands.

An Ziyan frowned and said, "Everyone, I am the chief disciple of Qingling Mountain, and I will never do such a dirty thing. ”

The villagers had long been lost in greed, and a red-eyed villager shouted, "Kill him!" ”

Countless villagers rushed forward with farm tools.

An Ziyan frowned, he once swore not to hurt anyone in the world, and respected the world with morality.

He stood there and shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, don't let the gold and silver things lose your mind, don't fall into the point of no return!" ”

But a scythe had already plunged into his chest.

An Ziyan used Taoism to protect his heart, and still insisted on persuasion.

But who could listen to the red-eyed villagers, countless sickles pierced An Ziyan's body, and countless hoes smashed into An Ziyan's head.

The pain spread all over his body, and when An Ziyan gradually disappeared in consciousness, he suddenly said, "It turns out that the ghost has been there." ”

The dead tree, which was as rotten as white as bones, was beheaded, and its hands were stretched out to the sky, speechless to complain. The hemp rope hanging under the branches was blown by the wind heavily, and the soak-drenched corpse swayed slightly. The rope loop tightened the corpse's neck, the facial muscles contracted downward, and the base of the tongue in the throat stretched out desperately, the eye sockets stretched wide, and the round and bulging eyeballs stared blankly at the ground, or deeper.

An Ziyan was hanged.

The umbrella beside him was stained red with his own blood, slowly turning black after oxidizing.

The deep black color seems to tell a monstrous hatred.

Holding a black umbrella, two white-eyed ghosts hanging on their dark faces, and the villagers with red eyes in the golden mountain.

Cheng Wang was silent, and for a while he couldn't tell who was the ghost.

Cheng Wang's head ached, he opened his eyes again and returned to the evidence room, he squatted down and hugged his head tightly, his eyes were about to split.

Ruan Shiqing touched his head and said softly, "Do you want to help An Ziyan end his last resentment?" ”

Cheng Wang looked up at the fairy with a flowery face and a moon appearance, got up and gritted his teeth: "Let's go to Qingling Mountain." ”

…………………………………

"Senior Sister Xu?"

Just now, when Cheng Wang was still in the illusion, another black umbrella appeared in the world.

Xu Xiangwan looked at the black umbrella with a solemn face at the scene of the crime, ignoring Zhang Yunzhou's doubts, and just muttered: "An Ziyan of Qingling Mountain? ”

Looking up, there seemed to be a few black crows flying in the distance.