After a few moments, Mr. Oni walked out of the chamber and walked through the main hall and out of the door.

The rain was still falling outside, and my vision was blurred, and I couldn't see anything in the distance.

Mr. Ghost tilted his head and closed his eyes, letting the rain lap on his face.

A thunderclap flashed, clearly illuminating his evil face, his thin lips were red, and the pitch-black robe on his body floated up on its own, flying out of the endless ghost mist, and the ghost cried wolf, indescribably weird.

After a long time, Mr. Ghost slowly lowered his head, opened his eyes, waved his hand, and the group of ghost mist flew back to the robe on its own, restored its former appearance, and crossed the main hall to the ancestral hall, thousands of white silk fell in the ancestral hall, there was no light in the house, and hundreds of spirit cards were enshrined on the ancestral hall.

Mr. Oni came to the offering table, lit a handful of incense, and put it in the incense burner, the cigarette curled, and the ancestral hall was silent, with the occasional slight crackling sound of a few sparks on the incense.

When the incense burned out, Mr. Ghost slowly walked out of the door, and at the moment of closing, a bright light outside the house lit up, illuminating the three dark characters of "Raising Ghosts" at the top of the temple.

"Ah Jiu is dead?" Mr. Ghost asked the disciple guarding the door, his voice flat and without any emotion.

The disciple hurriedly stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Mr. Hui, yes!"

Mr. Ghost waved his hand and motioned for the disciple to go down, still walking forward with a blank face.

Drunken Immortal Building.

Chen Changsheng took out a jar of good drunken immortal liquor from the restaurant, unsealed the mud, poured it into a bowl, and drank it all. There are no waves in the heart, and it is as calm as the ocean, and some things are better to see through than not to see through.

Qingyun walked into the restaurant, sat in front of Chen Changsheng, took the wine jar and poured himself a bowl, looked at Chen Changsheng and smiled, and said:

"Figured it out?"

Chen Changsheng shook his head, and then said, "It's just that I can see it more clearly!"

Qingyun drank the wine down, and let out a long sigh from his mouth.

"That's good, just see it, life is only more than a hundred years, and you don't need to carry so much!"

Chen Changsheng chuckled lightly and did not speak.

After the rain, the sky is clear, and a seven-colored neon dress hangs horizontally in the clear blue sky.

The rain did not wash away the ugliness and filth of this world, the thick smell of fish permeated the streets, and the endless homeless people in the corners were shivering, but their eyes were blood-red, and they were full of resentment towards everything.

If it weren't for Chen Changchang's burly and domineering spirit, maybe he would have been torn to pieces by this group of "beasts" in an instant.

In a corner, Chen Changsheng saw the woman, who was only covered with a gown at this time, and the child was missing from her arms, the resentment in her eyes and her distorted face were like a living ghost.

The streets were no longer filled with the cries of the old days, and were filled with groans and wails of pain.

Chen Changsheng sighed deeply and returned to the Drunken Immortal Building, Qingyun still slept with wine, and Liu Quan didn't know where to go.

At this time, Yuan Jinsheng entered the door, saw Chen Changsheng sitting there alone, walked over, his face was sad, and he sighed deeply.

Chen Changsheng lived in the Drunken Immortal Building at this time, so he didn't want to talk, so he took the initiative to ask:

"What's wrong?"

"Now that there is a large influx of displaced people, there have been many looting incidents in the city, countless casualties, and the DPRK and China are also powerless, and a large number of merchants have begun to stock up on grain, and now the price is twice as high as before, and there is still no market, if it continues like this, the price of grain will probably grow higher and higher, even ordinary residents will become the same as the displaced people, and I am afraid that it will be ...... at that time!"

I'm afraid that it will no longer be a group of people, but a group of ghosts!

Yuan Jinsheng didn't finish speaking, and the sorrow on his face became more and more intense.

"And now there are a lot of people who are not kind enough among the displaced people, I don't know what their purpose is, they are bewitching and instigating everywhere, and some of the rich and noble families who were helped before have been looted and smashed, and many people have died. I'm afraid that the city of peace will no longer be peaceful!"

Chen Changsheng's face couldn't help but tighten when he heard this, and he said to Yuan Jinsheng:

"Isn't there a solution?"

Yuan Jinsheng shook his head and said with a puzzled expression:

"It always feels like there's an invisible hand behind the scenes, and it's not like nothing like this has happened before, but those victims are sane, unlike this ......."

Saying that, Yuan Jinsheng hurriedly looked out of the door worriedly, and continued: "This time it is not the disaster victims who are pouring in, but a group of evil ghosts!"

Sure enough, things were just as Yuan Jinsheng expected, in the past three or two days, there were more and more riots in the city, and walking into the streets was like entering a ghost domain, starving all over the wilderness, full of devastation.

The weather is also becoming more and more gloomy, dark clouds are thick, entrenched in the sky above Ping'an City, and the inexplicable coercion makes people panic and uneasy.

In a palace pavilion in Heian City, Mr. Ghost stood on top of the palace pavilion, looking at the increasingly gloomy dark clouds in the sky, the corners of his mouth finally showed a faint smile, stretched out his hand to grab the sky, and muttered in his mouth.

"Not enough, not enough!"

Then he turned to the disciples beside him and said:

"The person who killed Ah Jiu is still in Ping'an City?"

The man saluted respectfully.

"Mr. Hui, those few people are still there, and they are in the Drunken Immortal Building. ”

"Okay, tell the doorman, don't act rashly yet, now is the critical moment, to avoid trouble"

Then Mr. Ghost frowned and continued to ask:

"Is there any news of the Holy Immortal Gate now?"

"No, since the last time the envoy of the Holy Immortal Gate came once, it has disappeared, and nothing has been found in the city!"

The man replied truthfully.

Hearing the news, Mr. Ghost let out a cold snort.

"The Holy Immortal Gate has a very big plan, how could he give up such an opportunity and tell the people to continue to investigate, such as the news from the Holy Immortal Gate as soon as possible. ”

"Go down!"

"Yes!"

In an ordinary courtyard not far from the palace pavilion, Wang Zinuo stood in front of the railing, with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, and the corners of his mouth always had a faint mockery.

"I remember when I was a child, I had a dog at home, the dog is a very magical animal, he can help you watch the home to drive away thieves, it can be said that as long as you are domesticated well, it can help you do everything, but after all, there must be a premise, that is, you can't be too full, you will be fat if you eat too much, and you will not want to work if you are fat, and your appetite will get bigger and bigger, but unfortunately, I was still young at that time, I didn't understand this truth, when I realized it, it was too late, so I strangled it with my own hands, I still remember that it looked at me with a look full of disbelief, there are prayers and fears。 ”

"So dogs can't be fed, right?"

Saying that, Wang Zinuo turned to look at the two people behind him, and the two didn't speak, but just hugged the sword in his arms tighter.

Seeing the two of them like this, Wang Zinuo smiled boringly, then turned around and continued to look at the cloudy sky, and muttered:

"This dog is already too fat!"