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The house was dark, illuminated by a faint white fire.

When the wind rose, the yin qi was gusting, and Song Bald followed behind a man.

After many years, stepping into the ghost mansion again, it was like yesterday.

This was a place he never wanted to come back to, but it reached the point where the mountains and rivers were exhausted and he had to ask for help.

It's ironic.

The person he begged for was still the little young master who beat him with a blue nose and swollen face and blasted out of the ghost mansion.

It's not that he can't ask for others, but this little young master loves pearls alone. Now, even if he does what he likes, as long as the other party can agree, let alone a bag of big pearls, even if it is ten bags, he will try his best to get it.

If you want to say why Song Bald must come to the Ghost Mansion to find someone to kill Yingchen, it is because the Ghost Mansion started from bounty killing!

To this day, as long as the starting price is paid in the vicinity of Ghost Lantern City, there is no one who cannot be killed!

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Half a day.

When I came to a courtyard, there was a lotus pond outside the courtyard, and in the rain, the ripples were undulating.

In the courtyard, there was a young man sitting, who practiced the ancient law, and the appearance of the early stage of sanctification was equivalent to the early stage of the three awakenings.

The young man was drinking on a rainy night under the service of a few maids.

Blown by the cool breeze outside the window, it has a special taste.

"Little master, Song Shuisheng has arrived. The man bowed with his fists and said respectfully.

"Come in," said the young man, as if he was a little drunk.

Song Bald waited for the people to retreat, and then slowly entered the courtyard.

"Blind in the left eye?" The young man was quite handsome, wearing a brown mink coat, his face was flushed, sitting in front of the fire, half-squinting, and glancing at Song Bald, which was meaningful.

"Well," Song Bald didn't dare to look up, because the maids in this courtyard were all very beautiful.

He was afraid that he would behave out of line again, thinking that this was the case back then, when he saw that Su Nuansheng was good-looking, he went to tease, although he was a little frivolous in his words. didn't expect that the other party was actually the person that the young master liked, so he was naturally beaten to death.

If he hadn't known about it, he would have been crippled if he didn't die.

Every time I think about it, I am afraid.

In the face of the ghost mansion, in the face of this little young master, he can't raise the slightest hatred.

If it's weird, blame him for not flirting with Su Nuan, even if it's just a sentence.

"Blind, my nose collapsed, I rushed here in the rain, took out a valuable pearl, and came to me deliberately?" The young man took a sip of wine and looked at Song Bald with interest.

"Back to the words of the little young master, the little one encountered an unfortunate incident in the village today...... " Song Bald opened his mouth and briefly said the incident of accidentally injuring Uncle Jiang in the early morning.

When he described the appearance of Xiao Baozi and Ying Chen, the maid on the side, under the instruction of the little young master, immediately took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and sketched the general appearance.

It was vivid and lifelike, and the bald Song who watched it nodded again and again.

After the little master of this ghost mansion saw it, he listened quietly, and after listening, he said lightly: "It's better to be the little ghost who wakes up to the peak." ”

The little ghost he said naturally refers to Ying Chen, and from Song Bald's narrative, he knows that Ying Chen's cultivation is shallow and not to be feared.

As for the small buns, they are not worth mentioning.

However, Song Bald didn't know that Ying Chen was an outside monk, and he had just arrived last night.

Otherwise, he would never have thought about revenge in such a hurry.

After all, the cultivators from the outside world had not cultivated within forty-nine hours of their first entry into the Holy Realm.

It's just that it's no wonder that when Yingchen and his party went home with Uncle Jiang last night, he was already asleep.

I was woken up this morning, and after that incident, I left the village in a hurry, how dare I stay.

As for Yingchen's identity, he should only know that he is not from the village, a foreign monk.

I didn't think much of it, and I couldn't think of that.

......

Since Song Bald didn't understand, the little young master of this ghost mansion didn't understand either, and it was just a trivial matter.

However, the price does not seem to be very happy.

The little young master raised his index finger and shook it, "One pearl is not enough." ”

As soon as Song Bald heard that there was a play, he immediately took out the ten big pearls that he had taken out of the cloth bag in advance one by one and offered them with both hands.

The little young master's eyes were bright, and he asked a maid to take it, and looked at it carefully, with a smile in his eyes, and seemed to be quite satisfied.

After he put it away, he summoned the attendants outside the courtyard, handed over the portrait, and said slowly: "Bao Ping, you take a few disciples of transcendent mid-stage cultivation to go, do it cleanly and neatly, and don't leave any traces." ”

This Bao Ping had dark skin and was in the late stage of cultivation, so he nodded slightly and left silently.

For Ying Chen, who only has the peak of one awakening, he dispatched several extraordinary monks who are equivalent to the cultivation of the middle and late stages of the second awakening. From this alone, it can be seen that this ghost mansion kills people and has always been leaky.

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At the same time, outside the village of Fish Pond.

Ying Chen took the killing clone and had already come to the Changming Inn, and in the face of the curiosity of the shopkeeper, he ordered some good wine and food, and of course a basket of corn-stuffed buns.

Then, together with his doppelganger, he meditated on his knees face to face in the open space outside the inn, drenched in heavy rain, closed his eyes, and continued to resume his cultivation.

It's not that he likes to get wet, it's that an open place will make his cultivation recover faster.

If this is changed to my childhood self, I am afraid that I will already be drenched in a serious illness. However, after seven years of exile, whether it is wind and sun, rain and snow, it is commonplace.

Not only that, but the recovery of this original one person has now become two people, and the speed has naturally doubled. It was expected by Yingchen, and it was also the purpose of his move.

However, in the Ghost Lantern City thousands of feet away, in the Lotus Temple, the jade bottle that belonged to the killing personality also shook even more.

Let the thin man who arranged the formation sigh lightly, and looked back suddenly, looking dazed, as if it was the first time he had encountered this kind of thing.

He looked at the black soil that slept like a dead pig again, and frowned, as if he was wondering whether to get up and take a look, but he glanced at the formation he had arranged for a day and a night, and he was full of entanglement.

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At the same time, the shopkeeper of Changming Inn brought out a basket of corn-stuffed buns, and the strong fragrance immediately made the little buns open their eyes and drool greedily.

The outside world, coming out of the ghost mansion, led by Bao Ping, with five monks in the middle of the transcendent period, dressed in black robes and masks.

A group of six people turned into black shadows, left the Ghost Lantern City, and went straight to Yutang Village.

Their speed was very fast, and they followed the river, and in a short time, they arrived at the Changming Inn.

Bao Ping, who was the leader, paid flawless attention, but he just swept away, but found a strange scene.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, thunder and lightning flashed, but I saw two teenagers sitting cross-legged in the open space in front of the inn, both of them closed their eyes, letting the rain pour down, and sitting cross-legged facing each other, as if they were cultivating.

This is actually not a big deal, the world is full of wonders.

It's just that the appearance of a young man facing him made him slam and stop abruptly, and with a wave of his sleeves, the few people behind him also stopped silently.

According to the previous description of Song Bald, as well as the portrait, as well as the instructions of the little young master, he recognized at a glance that the young man sitting on this plate was Yingchen!

It's the one he's waiting to kill!