Meng Liangliang wanted to know the question, but Hu Jiusheng couldn't give an answer. However, it was not all for nothing, at least she was sure that the people Qin Yang said had existed since before the era of the Great Gods.

They originally wanted to fool Hu Jiusheng into joining the gang, but Hu Jiusheng did not agree, and the reason for disagreeing was that he was not in the mood.

Fox Jiusheng only made a deal with them, exchanging demon power for the method of gathering souls.

There were some questions that I originally wanted to ask when Bai Wuchang woke up. However, things have come to this point, and all the questions have been asked, so let's just ask them all. So Meng Liangliang asked about Hu Jiusheng and An Ziyu again.

Hu Jiusheng looked out the window and was silent.

In late autumn and early winter, there are not many people who go out at night. Some shops closed early. Because I noticed that there were many office workers who worked overtime and returned late in the neighborhood, the business hours of the chicken soup shop were extended.

Anyway, there is no need to add labor costs to extend the business hours - she doesn't give Hu Jiusheng and Jiang money to start work, but only gives them a little pocket money from time to time. It's really just a "little bit".

In the yard, Meng Liangliang held a flashlight to check the meter. The numbers on the meter made her sigh again and again: "Commercial electricity is expensive." ”

In the kitchen, Hu Jiusheng was immersed in washing the dishes. Of course, washing dishes is just a matter of incident, and the fragrant and soft bubbles are the theme.

There were no customers in the shop, and Jiang sat alone at the counter.

The wind of the cold night occasionally whistled through the window.

A chubby boy stood outside the door, first looking up to check the signboard, and then observing the situation in the shop through the glass. A few minutes later, he pushed the door open and walked straight to Jiang.

The girl sat in the innermost part of the counter, with one hand on her cheek and the other hanging under the table, her face full of indifference, as if she was immersed in a beautiful music, but there was no music in the store, and she was not wearing headphones.

This is...... Asleep and dreaming?

"Hey!" the boy crossed his arm over the counter, intending to wake the girl up. Unexpectedly, as soon as the hand touched the girl's arm, the muscles and fat all over the body trembled violently, numbness, pain, and uncontrollable trembling, there seemed to be a roar of a machine in the head, and the eyes were blackened.

The hand seemed to be glued, and it was impossible to remove it from the girl's arm no matter what.

In just two or three seconds, the girl reacted. Quickly got up, and the arm was naturally and smoothly separated from the boy's hand, and there was no sense of glue that the boy felt.

The boy fell to the ground with a "bang". He gritted his teeth and tried to spit out a few words, "The heirs of the Ghost Control Sect really have some doorways. ”

Jiang nervously put the U-shaped copper piece in his hand into his pocket, stared at the young man, and his brain flew for a while.

This little fat man mentioned the Ghost Control Sect, and he also had some aura on his body. Great, not ordinary people. It's not too bad. His tone is not very friendly, the chance of coming to dinner is very small, and the chance of coming to find fault is very large.

In that case......

At this time, Meng Liangliang heard the movement and trotted over from the backyard. Seeing that he was struggling to get up on the ground, and fell down with a "bang", he was a teenager who ended in failure. Meng Liangliang also became nervous, "Touch, touch?"

Jiang Xinhou pressed his pocket, made a look of three points of ignorance and seven points of worship, and said with a wink: "It turns out that this is the porcelain touch." Sure enough, the boss has seen a lot of knowledge and has rich social experience. ”

Crossing the counter, Jiang looked at the fat boy on the ground, and then continued to release his adoring gaze to Meng Liangliang without any guilt, his big eyes were watery, and he was as pure as a glass bead that was not stained by the world.

"I'm not a porcelain toucher. The young man used his spiritual power to finally drive away the discomfort in his body. He got up, and because of his size, his movements were a little funny and cute.

The young man squeezed out a look of arrogance and said to Jiang: "It's me who is reckless, I don't care if you make a move." ”

Hey, his understanding is so off. It seems that the child has not been electrocuted. Jiang suddenly relaxed.

Of course, the young man didn't know Xiao Jiujiu in Jiang's heart, he continued his own affairs, and turned his gaze to Meng Liangliang again, "You are the boss, the ghost master Meng Liangliang?"

Seeing that the other party didn't mean to touch porcelain, Meng Liangliang's nervousness dissipated. She smiled and nodded, "It's me." Daoist friends want to buy pills?"

The boy reached into his schoolbag for a while, and slapped an A4 paper on the counter. The three big characters of the challenge book were dusty, and it was obvious that the printing press that printed this paper was short of ink.

In addition to the three large characters, there are several rows of small characters on the paper, which are the official content of the challenge book, and the Chinese used in Chinese. After reading it, Meng Liangliang was amazed: the level is quite good, fluent and beautiful, and there are no grammatical problems.

But there's nothing substantive.

Meng Liangliang adjusted the put down of the challenge book, facing the young man, "This fellow Daoist, it doesn't matter if you write the reason for the challenge or not." However, the payment should always be written clearly. It's easy for people to misunderstand that you're here to find fault. ”

The young man didn't take a fork, he raised his chin, "Inform you of the senior sister of the sect, the thousand-year fateful battle of the master sect will be decided by me and her." ”

In fact, the young man guessed that the girl on the counter was Ling Xiao, the head of the Ghost Control Sect's generation. But he didn't want to make the same mistake again. Just now, he was too confident, thinking that it was the boss sitting at the counter, and it was Meng Liangliang who he was looking for.

The young man said, waiting for what he thought was "Ling Xiao" to stand up and duel with him. In that incident just now, he had realized the profundity of the other party's strength, but he still would not back down. Thinking of this, the young man's proud fat face showed a touch of tragedy.

Meng Liangliang was faintly speechless, this little fat man seems to be a little second-in-class.

"Millennium. What did you do a thousand years ago? If you want to be notified, you must also be notified to understand who is going to challenge, who is specifically challenging you, because of what challenge, what form of challenge is the challenge, and how to determine the victory or defeat.......

Meng Liangliang and Balabala chattered a lot, and the young man who listened to it was stunned. Soon he came back to his senses, as if he suddenly realized something, clenched his fists and said angrily: "It's too much to deceive people!"

Meng Liangliang......

Why is it so difficult to communicate? No, it's not a matter of communication difficulties. Their minds don't seem to be on the same line. It's not too late, Dr. Huang shouldn't have rested yet, why don't you invite him to come and talk to this thing?

After a few seconds, Meng Liangliang understood that she was thinking wrong.

The young man took a few deep breaths, "The Ghost Control Sect should have been the name of my master, but it was taken away by your ancestor. I sent my patriarch to make a vow that I would regain my name and be ashamed. At that time, the patriarchs of the two factions agreed that there would be a war. We have not forgotten the small lineage of our sect, but you have not done the same thing at all, and you have not given this covenant to future generations of disciples. Too much deception!

Meng Liangliang looked at the young man carefully. He wore a school uniform, the cuffs were slightly worn, there were a few ballpoint pen marks, and his school bag was stuffed with bulging. If you don't look carefully, you won't find the aura that appears from time to time on his body.

Meng Liangliang couldn't help but ask, "Are you ......?"

Thinking of Qin Yang's travel notes during the Daoguang period, as well as the young junior brother in his nineties that he said, and then look at the young man's face that was actually not very young. The "How old is it?" that came to his lips was suddenly changed to "Gui Geng?"

This sentence stepped on the thunder. Because he is old, the teenager is ridiculed a lot on weekdays. At this moment, his face turned red and he shouted angrily: "I'm eighteen!"