The dungeon is cold, and the candle flame is like a bean. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Under the shadow of the beans, two people drink together.

The ghost fire is like a snack with a special taste.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Meng Nu was also drunk, her plain face was slightly red, and she was indescribably gorgeous.

raised his eyebrows and smiled, praising Bai Wuchang: "You are so capable, even such a big thing as overturning the underworld can make Yan Luo not pursue it." ”

After drinking, he laughed wildly, even more presumptuous, and Bai Wuchang praised Meng Nu back: "It's not my ability, it's the sweetness given by my godmother." ”

Pour another glass of wine for you, and gently hand it to him, Meng Nu is no longer polite: "Your clever tongue is like a spring, lend it to me." ”

Drink the thick syrup and put the empty cup on the table: "Just say a word to the godmother." ”

Fill the empty cup for him again, and Meng Nu will accompany him: "After two days, the ghost is almost collected, it's time for Heijun to save my sister." ”

"Tea stall girl?"

His eyes narrowed into a slit, and Bai Wuchang smiled drunkenly: "She is beautiful and cute, if Heijun doesn't save her, I will save it too, don't worry." ”

"You are not allowed to save it. Meng Nu's eyes lit up, and she looked at him with a straight face: "Only Heijun is allowed to save him." ”

"Understood. Bai Wuchang immediately answered, smiling heartily: "The godmother is afraid that the master will forget the love of the half blood camellia, so I used my mouth to remind the master to look for her." Raising his head and drinking, Zhengse said to Meng Nu: "I must live up to my godmother's wishes." ”

"Good. Meng Nu accompanied the drink, and she was also extremely bold, and smiled at Bai Impermanence: "Godmother didn't hurt you in vain." ”

After drinking this glass of wine, Meng Nu got up slenderly, took a few steps like an orchid, and looked for the door of Baifutang.

Seeing her open the wooden door and blow in the yin wind, Bai Wuchang smiled and said, "What a big game of chess." ”

"What did you say?"

The delicate body froze instantly, leaning against the door frame, Meng Nu turned half of her face to the side, frowning and looking back.

poured himself a drink, drunk and muttered to himself: "The charm is four strange women, all of whom were once devoted to Heijun, but now they are all called by the godmother to serve in the underworld. ”

After a drink, take another drink: "The tea stall girl is in trouble, the godmother doesn't save it, I don't allow me to save it, but she lets Heijun save it alone, is it because she fell in love with Heijun at first sight?"

In a word, a glass of wine, and a third glass: "Heijun has drunk the Meng Po soup of the godmother, how much of the past he has forgotten, only the godmother in the world knows." ”

Three glasses of wine were not enough, so she simply carried a pot and drank wildly: "In order to protect Heijun's life and use it for the godmother, the godmother did not hesitate to say in front of the ghost that she wanted to give the old man Yan sweetness." Regardless of whether Old Man Yan took advantage of the godmother or not, the rumors spread far away, and the godmother always lost her reputation. ”

drank all the wine in the pot, and laughed a few times: "Godmother has set up such a big array and surrounded the black impermanence, how much enmity does he have with you?"

Hearing his every word clearly, Meng Nu said coldly, revealing arrogance: "If I can let him drink Meng Po soup, I can let him drink Meng Nu's poison." If he has an enmity with me, I want to take his life, and it will be easy. ”

"The greatest pleasure of revenge is not killing, but torment. Bai Wuchang shook the wine jug in his hand: "Godmother, if you want to take my life, why do you need to poison my wine? ”

He finally brought it up.

If I am not poisoned, how can I touch his wine?

If he doesn't touch his wine, how can the jug be misplaced?

"Your tongue is seven feet long, and you can't die if you bite off a few pieces. "He was found to have secretly poisoned, and Meng Nu did not break her face with Bai Wuchang, and dealt with nonsense as usual.

"If I don't mention it, I'll forget about it. Drunk and laughing, it didn't matter: "Fortunately, my tongue is seven feet long, and my godmother's poison is just three and a half feet long, so it won't kill me." ”

"Don't worry, even if you only have a three-inch tongue, I am reluctant to let you die. Meng Nu finally turned around, still with a fascinated smile: "Your life is stored with me first, and it can be of great use in the future." ”

"I knew that my godmother loved me. Gesture wiped the sweat from his forehead, Bai Wuchang put down the wine jug: "No matter how big this game of chess is, I will accompany my godmother to finish." ”

With a cold snort, Meng Nu danced her sleeves, extinguished the candle flame, made the yin wind even colder, and stood upside down: "This game of chess, it is me and the black impermanence, you want to interfere?"

The cold wind blew through the white robe, urging the wine to be stronger, and Bai Wuchang snorted a few times: "I don't say a true gentleman when watching chess, but I am not a gentleman, so I like to point fingers when others play chess...... But often whoever I help, whoever loses, don't you say strange?"

was so drunk that he could barely sit still, and the whole person slipped to the ground and muttered, "When the godmother leaves, help me close the door." ”

For a moment, he snored halfway, and he said drunken in his dream: "Godmother, I'll help you this time." ”

staring at him, his breathing was sluggish, as if he had fallen into a dream, and Meng Nu's eyes were cold and she didn't know what to taste.

Whoever he helps, he loses.

This time he helped me.

Is this really drunken talk?

Well, a game of chess, with so many people playing together, is more interesting.

It is better to see how the chess game ends when it is clear.

Catch ghosts, detain souls, traction, blackmail.

After being busy for a long time and making countless money, I finally made up for the ghosts that I couldn't catch during my trip to the East China Sea.

Although there are a lot less, I think they were all killed by Zhong Kui, and there are a few who have escaped the net, and there are also ghosts and ghosts to hunt down, so as not to bring great disasters to the world.

In Fengdu City, everyone makes a lot of money, and seeing the two impermanent monarchs is politely like seeing the God of Wealth.

However, by the bridge, on the bank of the Lethe River, there is a ghost fire and enchanting.

Ghost fire crackled, weird jumps.

The yin wind fuels the fire, reflecting the ghost of the firemaker as long as tens of thousands of years.

threw the things in his hand into the fire piece by piece, and the firemaker sighed bitterly: "You deserve your life, one person does the work of two people." ”

After a few sighs, no one responded, and he chatted with himself: "However, there should be a year of hardship, how long will it take to get through this?"

I chatted happily with myself, and my mouth was not idle: "Bear with it, who told that young master not to do these rough jobs?"

Endless chats, broken voices, it's really nonsense.

I don't know how long I chatted, but finally the yin wind swirled above my head, which provoked others.

The figure fell, the snow was covered, the cold swept in an instant, and the ghost fire was towering.

The fire-maker was startled and hurriedly jumped back, scattering his belongings all over the ground.

Kan smiled bitterly and frowned at the visitor: "Master, when you appear, do you have to make such a big noise?"

The ghost's eyes were cold, he glanced at him, and Hei Wuchang snorted coldly: "Who are you complaining about?"

Approaching the ghost fire, he picked up a piece of wood on the ground, which was the size of a palm, handed it to Hei Wuchang's eyes, showed it to him, and asked lightly: "Does the master know what this is?"

The wooden plaque is broken and has handwriting on it.

The handwriting was red, like blood.

Seeing that Hei Wuchang was silent, Bai Wuchang casually threw the wooden card into the ghost fire to make firewood: "This is the spirit card." ”

There were countless soul summoning cards scattered on the ground, Bai Wuchang picked up one and threw it into the fire, frowned and asked again: "Why doesn't the master recognize the spirit summoning card?" ”

Throw a few more pieces, and continue to ask yourself: "Why do you want to get the Soul Sign? Because this is the basis for me to detain ghosts in the underworld." ”

As if he was very tired of picking it up, Bai Wuchang straightened up and beat his waist, still with a sad face: "But if the master doesn't get the soul card, he can still detain the ghost, why is this? ”

Dancing sleeves to make the wind make the ghost fire more prosperous, reflecting the mountain of spiritualist cards behind the ghost fire, I am afraid there are millions of them.

Pointing back to the hill, Bai Wuchang held his grievances: "Does the master know how much effort I have made to receive these cards?"

Full of grievances, how can you finish a sentence?

"How many ghosts we catch these days, I get as many cards.

It is necessary to check one by one, and no mistakes can be made.

When the ghosts have a place to go, they have to destroy the cards without leaving a trace.

Because the yin spirit on the card is too heavy, if you find the owner of the next life, you will create ghosts and demons in the world, and it will be a disaster for the world......"

It goes on and on, and the listener is irritated.

The chain shot, swept over the Soul Mountain, and wiped out the ghost sparks.

Mars is helped by the yin wind, and it instantly reflects the Lechuan River, causing the beasts in the river to swim and flee in all directions, and the miserable sound continues.

The ghost fire was blazing, and the burning spirit sign cracked, as if someone had put a whip on the side of the bridge.

The cold air dispersed, and suddenly the blizzard was in the sky, and Bai Wuchang instantly dodged a hundred zhang away.

Seeing the ghosts and fires from afar, Bai Wuchang shook his head and sighed: "I made such a big movement, and when I was seen by others, I thought it was someone who came to the door." ”

As he sighed, the ropes flew in all directions, splitting all the scattered spirit signage into the fire, and none of them fell.

One by one, the names are written.

A name is a life.

After reincarnation, this sign is the only proof that they have come to the world.

Turned into fly ash and dust.

Silently, without evidence, through a lifetime.

The Black and White Impermanence King is the first person to pick you up from the underworld, and the last person to burn your name.

The ghost fire gradually burned and faded, and Bai Wuchang slowly approached, approached Hei Wuchang, and guarded the funeral fire with him.

The snow is flying, and the fire is bright.

After guarding for a while, the fire gradually weakened, Bai Wuchang took out another wooden card from his arms, handed it to Hei Wuchang's eyes, and asked with a smile: "This is the conjuring card of the tea stall girl, do you want to burn it?"

Tea stall girl?

The little girl in the blue shirt?

Meng Nu's sister-in-law?

She, dead?

Unbelievable, Black Impermanence grabbed the wooden card, the front is empty, and the back is empty.

His eyes are full of doubt, and he squints at white impermanence.

immediately attracted his hippie smile: "This is an empty card, but if the master saves her late, maybe her name will really fall on it." ”

It turned out that she was fine, but the lazy drunkard was doing weird.

returned the wooden plaque to Bai Wuchang, and snorted coldly: "Her sister has great ability and can make Meng Po soup, and her ability is even greater, so she can let me drink it." ”

Raising his chin, the black impermanence voice was cold: "A person with such great ability, why do you need me to save it?"

The tea stall girl handed Meng Po soup to the master to drink with her own hands, taking away the master's three-year memory.

This revenge, if the master doesn't take revenge, it already violates his cold and arrogant nature, maybe it's for the sake of the face of the half of the blood camellia.

Throwing the empty card into the fire, Bai Wuchang spoke again: "Drill into the reincarnation gate, and suffer all kinds of suffering." She was willing to suffer this kind of pain in order to give the little master Meng Po soup, was it just to help her sister? Thinking about her eyebrows and expressions that day, she clearly didn't know that the little master was the black monarch of the underworld, and perhaps, she had also drunk Meng Po soup. ”

After asking questions and talking about suspicions, it finally caused Hei Wuchang to lower his eyebrows and ponder, and Bai Wuchang added: "This matter is even more interesting than the East China Sea Feather Demon." ”