Chapter 111: White Crystals!

"Yingying!"

And in the blink of an eye, the two had already climbed to the second floor and caught up with Liu Yingying.

The ninth uncle on the side was also full of anger, and there was nothing he could do about these two apprentices.

The two walked up the stairs to the second floor.

As soon as he went upstairs, Feng Wanli heard Qiusheng ask, "Why did your Yanyu Building collapse?"

"Collapse?"

Liu Yingying was slightly stunned, then covered her mouth and smiled: "How could our Yanyu Building collapse?"

Feng Wanli stared at Liu Yingying tightly, stepped forward and asked, "What happened after we left that day?"

"You're leaving?"

Liu Yingying's face was slightly pale, and her long willow eyebrows were even more wrinkled, and she murmured, "I... I. ”

"She can't be like Senior Brother Feng, forget about it. ”

Qiusheng pushed Wen Cai next to him and continued: "But I've only heard that people have amnesia, and no matter how you practice ghosts, you will lose your memory. ”

Liu Yingying kept rubbing her smooth forehead and said, "What did I forget?"

"It seems that the memories in their minds have been erased. ”

Uncle Jiu's face was slightly straight, and he walked to the pear wood railing, looked around, and glanced at the ghosts below.

"Uncle Shi, have you found anything?"

Feng Wanli set his eyes on Uncle Nine, who was well-informed and hoped that he could find the problem.

After a brief inspection, Uncle Nine looked at Yingying on the side, and gently patted the yellow pocket on his waist, a talisman appeared on his waist, and a pale yellow talisman appeared on his hand.

"Whoa!"

With a slight pinch, the yellow talisman burned, and bursts of flames rose up, turning into a wisp of pale cyan soot, floating in front of him, condensing for a long time without dispersing.

The gray-black smoke was magical, and it condensed for several minutes.

"Sure enough!"

Uncle Jiu's eyes stared at the swaying figures in the Yanyu Building.

"Master, what are you really doing, tell us quickly!"

Seeing that Uncle Nine suddenly stopped talking, Wen Cai on the side hurriedly asked.

"Do you know what kind of talisman I just ignited?"

Perhaps knowing what kind of virtue his two disciples were, Uncle Nine soon pointed to the paper ashes on the ground: "Ecstasy Spell!"

Ecstasy spell, the special smell emitted, has a strong attraction to ghosts and the like, as long as you smell the smell of ecstasy, it will be like a moth to a fire, sucking ecstasy spell.

In the Soul Condensation Recipe given by the Four-Eyed Dao Chief, there is an introduction to the Ecstasy Charm.

"It's not a ghost, is it a human?"

Wen Cai looked puzzled and couldn't help but look at Yingying.

"You're the ghost!"

Ying Yingxiu's nose wrinkled slightly, this was the first time she was said to be a ghost, and she said unhappily: "I still have guests, I'll go back first!"

With that, Ying Ying turned around and slowly left.

Looking at Yingying's back, Feng Wanli was convinced of what Uncle Nine said, if this is a living person, then whose corpse is in the zombie king's coffin?

Looking at the girls coming and going, Feng Wanli's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, and said, "Uncle Shi, otherwise we will catch a ghost and study it!"

"That's right!"

Qiu Sheng agreed with Feng Wanli's proposal very much, and nodded again and again: "Since it is impossible to tell whether these things are human or ghost, let's catch one over and see what they are." ”

"It's not appropriate, but that's the only way to do it now. ”

Uncle Nine is not rigid, and he knows that if he wants to clear the fog shrouded in this supernatural event, he can only do this.

Soon, the four of them chose to "study".

"Are the four masters together?"

Turtle Gong Cao Zhengchun is responsible for all the chores in the Yanyu Building, and if there is a situation of overlord prostitution, Cao Zhengchun needs to stand up.

"Uh-huh, we're together!"

Feng Wanli nodded and replied, "You find us a room." ”

"Okay four masters!"

Cao Zhengchun's face was happy: "I don't know if there is any girl I like, I can help the four masters to summon it." ”

Uncle Nine didn't like this place of fireworks, and looked at Cao Zhengchun, who was constantly selling girls, and his face was displeased: "It's just the four of us, you don't need a girl, you can lead the way quickly!"

"You four?"

Cao Zhengchun's expression changed slightly, and then he seemed to think of something, revealing a weird smile: "I understand, I understand!"

Feng Wan's complexion was dark, and the feeling of this turtle Gong thought that he had a special habit, and everyone looked at each other, especially Uncle Jiu, whose face twitched and looked very embarrassed.

"This private room is in a great location, not only with a view of the outside of town, but most importantly!"

With a cunning face, the turtle man quietly stepped forward and said, "You broke your throat here, and you can't hear it outside." ”

"Really?"

Feng Wanli raised his eyebrows, grabbed the neck of the turtle father, and buckled it directly in front of the ninth uncle: "Uncle Shi, it's him!"

This is the first time that I have developed a sense of disgust for a ghost thing.

"Hmm!"

Uncle Nine nodded, and a talisman flew out from under his sleeve and touched Cao Zhengchun's eyebrows, and the struggling ghost body relaxed in an instant and remained motionless.

"I'm going to see what the hell this is!"

Uncle Nine took off the package behind him, took out a silver shining bronze mirror, and shook it lightly towards Cao Zhengchun, and a silver light suddenly flashed in the originally transparent copper mirror, and fell on the body of the turtle prince Cao Zhengchun.

"Tick!"

A drop of white crystal fell and rolled down on the wooden table.

"How did this become this?"

Qiusheng looked puzzled, and was about to pick up the white crystal, but he didn't expect to be grabbed by Feng Wanli, who was one step ahead.

"Whew!"

The moment the fingertips touched the white crystal, it turned into a white ray, and instantly drilled into the eyebrows of Feng Wanli.

"Ouch!

Cao Zhengchun touched his swollen buttocks, his face wrinkled, and muttered: "Didn't you just glance at the Oiran, and that old woman beat me hard!"

At the same time, an obese middle-aged woman walked through the garden, and Cao Zhengchun stared at the woman viciously.

Feng Wanli is no stranger to the scene in front of him, knowing that this is Cao Zhengchun's memory world.

The scene suddenly switched, in the dark night, Cao Zhengchun sneaked up from the bed, from a third point of view, the injury on Cao Zhengchun's buttocks was not yet complete, obviously it was not long since Cao Zhengchun was whipped by the bustard.

The garden of Yanyulou is not small, the long stone road is winding and winding, Cao Zhengchun walked to the courtyard pavilion with a light car, and gently knocked on a stone with his right hand.

"Click!"

With a click, the wooden table in the center of the pavilion slowly moved to the right, revealing a pitch-black aisle.

"Hehe, I hope you don't let me down!"

Cao Zhengchun sneered, and as his right foot stepped into the aisle, the scene collapsed.