The old beggar stumbled and was pushed by Li Yunxin to the mouth of the alley, supported the wall and stood firm, and hurriedly turned around to find the immortal.

But night had fallen completely, and he could only see a misty light, but he could not distinguish the human figure.

Thinking of the words of the immortal, he subconsciously looked left and right, carefully folded the drawing paper, and put it in his arms.

However...... I can't stop it.

This one.

Not an ordinary painting.

Even if it is a dozen or dozens of steps away, the clever painter can still see it......

The spiritual power on it surges!

This is ...... Rare scrolls.

As soon as the old man entered the alley, the people who were fishing for sour soup by the river embankment felt that something was wrong.

At first, the sour soup was quite tasty. But as more people ate it, I felt that the taste was bland. Wait for dozens of people to eat, and then the people behind will eat......

It tastes like the water of the river!

After a few breaths, there was no longer a lotus lantern floating upstream, and the light of the lotus lantern downstream gradually dimmed, and the willow river became a dark piece again.

People who were overly excited because of the supernatural incident just now remembered to go to the young and handsome immortal master, but they were long gone. Then I was annoyed...... What kind of sour soup to eat? Why don't you ask the immortal master for a talisman!

But the peddler was smiling by the river—he ate four bowls until he threw it out. Then I went to collect the porcelain bowls. I took a dozen of them, and I couldn't hold them anymore - so I crushed those who couldn't take them, not wanting to cheapen others.

When the group of people walked up the embankment again, he also proudly hugged the bowl and walked back to his stall.

But after a few breaths, the people who were still talking about this miraculous thing suddenly heard a terrible howl from the vendor.

Then I saw him sitting at the back of the stall, slapping his thigh and crying.

"The Taoist priest who killed that day, all you just ate was my sour soup! That bowl is also mine! I trampled on a dozen of them for nothing!"

He cried for a while, and suddenly got up and pulled people: "Don't go, don't go, whoever eats me, pay me back!"

But where anyone paid attention to him, the people who suddenly came to their senses laughed, sighed, and marveled, and ran away from him!

That's when it ......

The old beggar was stopped in the alley.

The momentum of the comer...... is different from the previous people who waited near Li Yunxin, waiting for him to paint.

This is a calm and calm man, dressed in black. His face was obscured with a black cloth, and he held a dagger in his hand.

Jumping down the corner of the alley, kicking the old man to the ground, and then reaching into his arms.

Beggar...... Remembering Li Yunxin's previous words, he immediately went crazy and covered his chest with his hands, and only said: "The immortals promised me, the immortals promised me-come...... Yes. ”

The sound stopped abruptly.

As soon as the masked man heard him, he silently but forcefully pressed his hands to his chest and slit his throat with a single stab.

Clean, crisp, without a hint of hesitation, and the technique is beautiful.

Then he reached out and carefully took the painting out of the old beggar's arms. After repeatedly confirming that it was the original painting, he rolled it up and put it in a bag and put it in his arms. Then he threw the dagger next to the corpse, tore off the face towel on his face, and tore off the black clothes on his body, and threw them next to the old man's corpse.

After doing all this, this masked man......

Only then did he strode out of the alley, his face was full of solemnity, he looked left and right with extremely vigilant eyes, grabbed a passerby, and said sharply: "Go to the government office immediately, call someone for me! There is a murder!"

The passer-by who was suddenly pulled was about to have a seizure, but when he saw this person's soapy clothes, he was speechless. After taking a closer look at his face, he hurriedly said, "Ah...... It's Yin Zhutou! You're ......."

"Less nonsense. Homicide case. Hurry up!" He said and pushed hard, and the passer-by did not dare to say anything more, and hurriedly trotted away.

And Yin Pingzhi, waving his hand to drive away a few pedestrians who were about to turn into the alley, stayed there with a gloomy face, and raised his voice again: "Murder." Miscellaneous people are not allowed to enter. Stand three feet away!"

So at the scene of a crime, he was protected by Yin Zhutou, who happened to pass by. After a while, the official of the house arrived. This was not the jurisdiction of Liuhe Mansion, but Yin Pingzhi found out about it and did them a great favor. Therefore, after thanking him, he politely sent Yin Pingzhi away.

The murderer carried such a precious scroll...... Majestically, I walked all the way along Nagato Street and walked to the back street of the prefect's yamen.

The government is heavy, and the neighborhood has always been clean. He looked at both ends of the back street, but there was no one, only a slight chill. So he touched his neck, reached out and knocked on the door three times.

The door opened. When a young man saw that it was him, he opened the door wider.

Yin Pingzhi dodged in and turned around to cover the door in person.

But in fact...... He wasn't the only "person" who came in.

The old beggar's soul, with a blood-red knife mark on his throat, also went in with him.

The moment he died......

And the soul stood up from its body. It's just such a trance, and the old man who has seen a lot of worldly things realizes it...... He died.

He froze there, and after a while he remembered again, and only remembered one thing—

The immortals promise me immortality!!

This strong obsession made his originally shadowy soul body suddenly a lot clearer. Without thinking, he jumped on Yin Pingzhi's body, grabbed him with his hands and feet, rode on his back, and pulled him into his arms one by one.

I want to live forever!!

But neither this ghost nor Yin Pingzhi nor anyone who is good at observation will find that there are two in the alley, in fact, there are two of them.

"In my opinion, alas, that Li Yunxin and the devil are actually all the way. It's all human demons. Gee. Bai Yanjun said in a shrill voice and gloating, "Do you want to live forever? Oh, isn't this inconvenient to live forever......?" He knotted the old man in a bun, which was the fruit of fate...... We can't get it again. ”

Hei Yan Jun thought coldly, and repeated Bai Yan Jun's words in an approving tone: "It is indeed a personal demon. But this time...... Could it be that he really gave birth to some kindness by the way?"

Then he moved his gaze to the old man's ghost: "This man." suffered for a lifetime, which can be regarded as resisting the slaughter of pigs slaughtered by his ancestors for generations. But now, it's not a pole. It can be regarded as compensation for saving five lives that year. In the future...... It's up to him to make it. ”

"Gone. The Emperor of Heaven, who had left the country, died a quarter of an hour later. Lead him away. ”

So the old beggar who was not hooked away...... wrapped around Yin Pingzhi's body and followed him all the way into the prefect's yamen.

But as soon as he entered this yamen, a majestic and solemn "momentum" pressed on the body of this ghost like Mount Tai pressing on the top!

"Qi" and "potential" are, in the eyes of practitioners, both things that really exist.

For example, this Weicheng -- hundreds of thousands of people live there, and the yang is soaring. The big ghost wore a person's skin and hid in this Wei City, no matter how great the mana of the Nine Princes was, it was difficult to find it in this sky-rushing yang qi.

Since it is a place where people live, there are activities such as birth, death, marriage, marriage, punishment, and so on. There will also be private houses, commercial halls, Yizhuang, government offices and so on.

The pattern is different, and the gas engine is different, so the "qi" and "potential" of a city are achieved. In the eyes of Feng Shui everyone, a house is a life, and a big city is a behemoth with endless gas flow!

And in this giant beast, in the body of this city, it is the core of the power of a city and the place where everyone fears - the official yamen.

As soon as he entered the yamen, the majestic and murderous aura of the sky was overwhelmingly pressed over - the soul of the old beggar, where could it withstand this powerful humane force!

Immediately, Yin Pingzhi's back was hit and his figure was blurred, and he was about to disperse.

But this ghost should not be extinguished - an obsession remembers the incident of "immortals giving paintings and wishing for eternal life...... and threw himself on the chest. The figure is already vague, like a candle in the wind. At this time, if you pounce again, it really pounces into your chest like a puff of smoke!

And then......

On the riverside in this "Shangyuan Map", there is an old man's figure.