Xingyue Street, Luohua Thirteen Bridge.

Since Lisheng left Xingyue Street seven days ago, Longhu Mountain has not come out to make a fortune, and the business on the street has obviously been a little more lively than before these days.

Because the events of the day had a great impact, the little demon held the spirit treasure, the dragon and tiger mountain was deflated, and the mystery of the identity of the anonymous person was like a fried rice cake these days, and the heat lasted for a long time.

Whenever you come to Xingyue Street, you can hear the people on the street discussing this matter enthusiastically.

The ghost man stood at the door of the store, looking forward to it every day, hoping to see the carp sheng again, but after waiting for a few days, he didn't see anyone, and he was inevitably disheartened and regretted.

Let's not talk about the magic of the Spirit Blood Pill, just with the instructions given by the person in charge of the street, if he can get one as a gift to the person in charge of the street that day, his youngest son will be able to get the opportunity to be sponsored to go to Jingque Mountain to cultivate the spirit.

Thinking that the Immortal Guifu that even the children of the nobility may not be able to enter, if his ghost family can come out with a disciple, then don't say that he doesn't have to worry about eating and drinking in this life, he can be Huo Huo for three generations!

"Alas, blame me for not having the ability to compete with the people of Longhu Mountain......" Thinking about the situation that day, he naturally sighed without self-embarrassment.

"Dad, I'm back!"

As he spoke, the youngest son of the ghost family walked in from the door of the store.

"Today, the water of the Xia Shui River is so cold, Jiang Yu's boys don't want to go into the water anyway after swimming for a while. I caught two maroon fish today, you let my mother steam them at night and eat them!"

As soon as he entered the door, he attracted two female cultivators who were selecting spirit stones in the store, causing them to frequently look back at their little son who was standing at the door with wet cuffs.

The ghost master hurriedly stepped forward with a smile and took the mardragon fish in his hand, "Oh, this mardragon fish is very fast in the water, and ordinary people can't even catch one, it is worthy of my Ming'er! I'll send it to your mother, you show the store here first~"

As he spoke, he patted his youngest son on the back with satisfaction and walked to the back room.

Walking to the door, he suddenly remembered something, glanced at the two female cultivators, and turned around and said, "By the way, Yeming, yesterday the Blizzard Country just issued an urgent call, saying that the dragon at the entry gate didn't know who killed him, and the bones were thrown into the Mida River. The Mida River is the source of the Xiashui River, and the dragon is the body of Xuanbing, presumably because of it, the water of the Xiashui River is cold. It's better for you to go to the river less these days......"

After that, he excitedly checked the mardragon fish in his hand, and then opened the door curtain and walked into the inner room.

“......”

Hearing this, Ghost Yeming stopped with his hand on his cuffs, but did not say anything.

Although he was only fourteen years old, he was tall and dignified, and he won the favor of women, not to mention, and his skills were the best among his peers.

It's just that, although he is talented and smart, he doesn't have a spiritual root, and the old ghost family still has its own place in the fairy world, and the nine generations of ghost Yeming are single, but they can't do nothing in his generation, so the pressure on his heart is also great.

Looking back at the two female customers in the store, he saw that they were wearing blue plain disciple clothes printed with the unique frost and cold flowers of the Drift Ice Pavilion, and his sword eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle.

For him to see, the two little disciples hurriedly took a few medium-grade spirit stones and leaned in front of him.

"We want these alchemy stones, how many silver taels are there?"

Ghost Yeming naturally saw the ambiguity in their eyes, but he just fixed his eyes and looked at the spirit stones in their hands, and said in a low voice: "I can not charge you money for these spirit stones, can you answer me a few questions?"

"This ......" one of them was a little embarrassed.

The other hurriedly blushed and said, "As long as we know, we will know everything!"

Ghost Yeming smiled softly, "I'm not going to ask questions that you can't answer. Recently, your disciples of the Drifting Ice Pavilion have often come to Xingyue Street, and the purpose should not be to simply buy these lower-level spirit stones!"

That's a hard question to answer!

The two female disciples suddenly showed embarrassment: "This ......"

"Ah, I'm just asking casually, and it's okay if you don't answer. This spirit stone is still given to you for free. Ghost Yeming was naturally investigating the truth and reality, so he hurriedly gave the two of them a step.

They didn't say anything, but he got the answer he wanted.

If the Drifting Ice Pavilion really came without incident, then these two female disciples should have nothing to hide.

Judging from the results, it may really be as rumored that the country lord of the North Drift Ice, Xi Die, will meet with the people of the Palm Street on Xingyue Street, and the one who can mobilize the escort of the Drift Ice Pavilion is only as long as he has such a noble identity.

Of course, as for why Xidi would meet with the people in charge of the street at such a juncture, it was naturally for the sake of the newly emerged carp bottle.

"Thanks! Let's go first!"

Probably sensing that Ghost Yeming was planning something, the two female disciples hurriedly thanked him and hurriedly left the store before he could speak.

Ghost Yeming leaned against the door with his arms around his arms, watching the two female disciples leave, remembering that he had empty ambitions but was unable to display them, and his eyes showed a bit of unyielding strength.

"Attracting carp bottles, ah......"

If it is really a strange thing that can be called the emperor of the Eight Desolations, then he really wants to pursue it desperately!

Helpless, without a spiritual root, he could only stand on the corner of the long street that had not changed for thousands of years, silently watching the people coming and going......

"Isn't there a day when my ghost is in the dark?"

"Little Brother ......"

As soon as the words fell, a man in a white robe on the opposite side called him with a smile.

Ghost Yeming looked at him, only to see that his black hair reached his waist, and he was obviously a man, but his eyes were brighter than that of a woman.

The thin lips opened slightly, and the angry Rulan beckoned to him again: "Call you!"

"Me?" Ghost Yeming pointed at himself, still standing still.

"Come here. The beautiful man spoke again, hooking his fingers at the same time.

Is this man a human or a ghost?

Ghost Yeming usually doesn't even care about women, although the other party is indeed a little better looking than women, but he doesn't have any hobbies.

Not only did he not step forward, but he stepped back vigilantly, intending to close the door temporarily.

"Smack!"

Who knows, the door was just halfway closed, and the man on the other side had already appeared at the door like a ghost.

The slender arm blocked a door, and no matter how hard the night light tried, he couldn't move a bit, and he was not at all as weak as he looked.

Secretly amazed a little, Yeming had no choice but to give up and close the door, pinching his waist and facing him.

"What do you want to do?"

The other party smiled, but the cross scar under the left eye was extremely piercing.

It was Rocky.

"You're the youngest son of the ghost master, right?" Luo Shiqi straightened his back, but his hand was still holding the door: "Unlike the rumors, I'm quite interested in you." How, do you want to come with me?"

“......”

So, who is this man?