Late at night, starless and moonless, a carriage stopped on the side of the official road.

The wooden wheels rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound.

Two burly men rudely carried the girl in the car into a deserted building on the side of the road.

The girl was unconscious. Her skin was pale, almost paper-like, and her slender body was wrapped in a dirty, narrow-sleeved pale blue cloth skirt, the hem of which swayed, revealing just a smooth and delicate ankle. Even if most of his face is covered by long hair, it is not difficult to see that he is a beautiful embryo.

These two people are named Gong Hongfeng and Liang Bing, and they do a lot of business on weekdays. This time, the master sent a message to send the girl to Qianzhou, thousands of miles away. When the two of them saw it, they couldn't help but think crookedly.

Gong Hongfeng was the first to walk into the deserted building, and he was in a hurry to take off his belt, but found that no one followed up.

Looking back, the accomplice was still standing at the door in a daze.

"Xiao Liang, get that in!" Gong Hongfeng was furious.

Liang Bing didn't seem to hear his roar.

The cold wind seemed to carry a sound into the room, Liang Bing turned stiffly, nodded towards the depths of the dense forest, and agreed: "Hey." ”

As soon as the words fell, Liang Bing, who was tall and tall, seemed to be pulled away from his backbone and fell to the ground with a bang.

Gong Hongfeng was taken aback by this movement.

He hurriedly ran over and took a closer look, Liang Bing seemed to have fallen asleep suddenly, and there was no response after kicking a few times.

Just then, the unconscious woman suddenly sat up straight from the ground.

"He's dead."

The girl glanced faintly at Xiao Liang's gray face.

She had just woken up, and there was still a mist in her apricot eyes. The black green silk was messily draped behind his head, and his chin was pointed, pitiful.

After a moment of silence, the girl raised her eyes and said to Gong Hongfeng in a crisp voice, "You will also die." ”

"I can never be wrong."

"From now on, you will be my minion, but you will be guaranteed to live until the second of February."

Slave...... Minion?

Gong Hongfeng didn't have time to be surprised by the sudden death of his accomplice, and was so angry that he wanted to laugh. He tore off his belt, his expression was hideous, and he was pressing step by step, "Lao Tzu can't be a slave, but I can be a one-night husband and wife with you!" ”

In the face of the vicious bandits, the girl frowned and was displeased. Her little face tensed, she quickly picked up an old porcelain plate scattered on the ground, flexed her slender index finger, and tapped it five times, with a rhythm of three long and two short.

"Immortals, immortals, have seen it repeatedly. 乩 乩 乩 immortal, to see ...... many times"

Gong Hongfeng was extremely disdainful, "Fewer fake ghosts and gods to confuse the public, who do you think you are?" ”

The girl sneered.

Who is she?

She is the most talented person in the Xuanmen of the Otherworld, and she is proficient in divination, ghost hunting, feng shui, and only needs to accumulate the merits of crape myrtle to become a top celestial master. If he hadn't just crossed, his strength would not have been fully exerted, and he would have stabbed the gangsters in front of him into honeycomb coal.

His own words were ignored, and Gong Hongfeng was furious.

He was about to make a move, when a gust of wind suddenly blew outside the rotten door, the hinge creaked, and there was a faint sound of ticking water, which was inexplicably eerie.

If it's not raining, where does the sound of water come from?

The temperature is much cooler all around.

The girl opened her eyes, tapped her fingers on the porcelain plate, and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's done." ”

A drop of water "snapped" and smashed on the brow bone.

Gong Hongfeng subconsciously wiped it, and it felt clammy and slippery to the touch. He swallowed, and slowly looked up, looking at the gray, rotten, old roof—

A bloody miserable white face!

The woman was wearing a red koji robe, with the robe on the left, and bleeding from seven holes. The protruding eyeball has no pupils, almost touching the tip of his nose, and the mouth that is cracked to the root of the ear opens and closes, blowing a slight air flow in Gong Hongfeng's ear, and complaining tactfully: "The Han soldiers have been slighted, and the Quartet is singing." The king is exhausted, and the concubine is not alive. ”

"Cheap concubine...... He Liaosheng......"

Gong Hongfeng was terrified, and his eyes were about to split.

He opened his mouth, but before he could shout the word "ghost", his throat broke ninety degrees backwards with a strange "click".

The powerful ghosts invited by Fu Ping have absorbed fresh blood, and their ghost power has increased greatly. Her eyeballs rolled, her five fingers opened, and she stretched out her smile to the girl viciously, "Cheap concubine......

"Okay, don't be cheap yet."

The girl pursed her lips, and drew a talisman with both hands in the air, and the rune flashed, and the female ghost couldn't help but retreat in fear.

"Now start being my minion."

“？”

"Be my minion, help you reincarnate."

The female ghost swept her eyes at the golden talisman in the air complicatedly, and complained: "I am a five-hundred-year-old ghost, and I will give you a girl to be a slave, and I will lose my face when I pass it out." ”

"Your face is soaked, does it matter if you lose it or not?"

Female ghost: "......"

She has been wandering for five hundred years, for example, the talented Gong Hongfeng has the vision to see and knows that the girl in front of her has real skills. After thinking about it, the female ghost whispered: "I don't want to be reincarnated, I want to find Song Lang." ”

"I'm going to ask him if he remembers."

"Five hundred years ago, on the banks of the Wujiang River. once agreed that each other would not drink Meng Po soup, did he forget it. ”

The female ghost hides her face with sorrow, and she is miserable. Immediately, she waved her sleeves, and the yin wind around her roared, "When I find Song Lang, I will eat his flesh and drink his blood, and continue to fulfill the covenant of martyrdom five hundred years ago!" ”

"I'll help you."

As she spoke, the girl stood up against the door frame.

She bit her fingertips and drew a talisman on the porcelain plate, accompanied by golden light, and the female ghost dwelled in the porcelain plate.

The horses on the official road stumbled restlessly.

As soon as the maiden walked over, the horses immediately fell silent.

She jumped into the carriage, stroked the porcelain plate in her arms, and smiled coquettishly: "Ghost minion, you remember, I am the first master of the floating heart realm, Fu Jiao." ”

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The metaphysics of the floating heart realm is declining, and Fu Jiao's cultivation is extremely slow.

In the Xuanmen, people peep into the sky, calculate the fortune, fortune and fortune, and ask yin and yang, more or less there are three disadvantages and five shortcomings. In order to become a top celestial master, and for her longevity, Fu Jiao must find someone with Ziwei's life personality and accumulate merit by his side. Now her soul is attached to the newly deceased daughter of the Fu family, and when she is successful, she can return to the original world and be admired by thousands of people.

The daughter of the Fu family has the same name and surname as her, and her appearance is not too similar, but the daughter of the Fu family is unlucky.

If you use God to isolate yourself, you will always suffer from misfortune; The passing years are a combination of fierce and fierce, and it is easy to be entangled in right and wrong - in short, a super disaster star.

"No wonder he died young."

Fu Jiao secretly guessed in her heart, who would be the person who hired the murderer to kill the Fu family's daughter?

The daughter of the Fu family has just been divorced by her fiancé, and she does not step out of the door, and there is no enemy on the surface, but secretly she has a disagreement with many people. Among them, the main mother, Xie Shi, has always been hostile to her; Sister Fu Yan often stumbles on her; There are also bitter aunts in the house, mean second brothers, and maids and daughters-in-law who are fake and tigers...... All the wicked.

Because the biological mother of the daughter of the Fu family was born in Zhangtai Liuxiang, she was carried into the Fu Mansion with a secret knot, and she was looked down upon since she was a child.

When the daughter of the Fu family was six years old, her biological mother died, and then the old lady in the house died. Later, it was rumored that the daughter of the Fu family, Naike, was a disaster, and her father Fu Zhenqing regarded her as ominous and blamed her for all the ups and downs in her career.

Fu Jiao can't stand these grievances!

Since he replaced the skin of the original owner, he naturally had to export evil anger for the original owner.

She had an idea in her mind and immediately drove to Shengjing, the capital of the Great Yuan Dynasty.