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Meng Ziqing walked on the sidewalk covered with sycamore leaves, took out her mobile phone and skillfully entered a number to dial over.

"Hey, good girl, what's wrong?" came her father's voice on the other end of the phone.

"I love you, Daddy. Meng Ziqing said with a sob.

"Ziqing, what's wrong? Is someone bullying you, tell Dad, Dad must let him know the fate of bullying my good daughter!" Meng Dad said very arrogantly on the other end of the phone.

Meng Ziqing wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said in a low voice: "It's nothing, my daughter just suddenly thinks it's not easy for you." My mother has been absent for so many years, and you have brought me up alone and sheltered me from the wind and rain, but my daughter has never known to be sensible. I'm sorry, Dad, for your hard work. My daughter won't let you worry about it anymore. ”

Father Meng laughed comfortably on the other end of the phone and said, "Okay, good, my good daughter is sensible." But dad is not hard, being able to watch your daughter grow up all the time is the greatest happiness for dad. But, good daughter, remember, if there is anything I still have to say to my father in the future, what don't let me worry about, if my father doesn't solve the troubles for you, who will solve it for you?"

"Thank you Dad. Meng Ziqing bowed her head and said.

Hanging up the phone, Meng Ziqing walked aimlessly on the street with a blank expression on her face.

Meng Ziqing suffered great stimulation after last night's incident.

The existence of gods and demons and the magical magic displayed by Song Qiushi did shock and shock her, but this was not the reason why she was silent and thoughtful and depressed.

Just like Li Zhushi guessed, she has been feeling sorry for herself, especially when she saw Wu Tian's miserable appearance, her inner burden became heavier and heavier. If it weren't for her whim, she wanted to explore the abandoned building, and everyone wouldn't be in danger and almost lost their lives.

This night, she kept reminiscing about the past twenty years, and finally realized that she was so naïve and willful, dragging down many people.

"I'm not going to be willful anymore. Meng Ziqing whispered to herself.

On the side of the road, a gray-haired old man sat alone on a stone bench, perhaps because he was old, wrapped in a yellowed and blackened sheepskin coat, with a sandalwood chessboard in front of him, playing chess alone.

Seeing Meng Ziqing walking by, the old man shouted and stopped Meng Ziqing.

Meng Ziqing looked at the old man, not knowing what he wanted to do.

The old man wrapped in a sheepskin coat smiled and pointed to the chessboard covered with black and white frosted chess pieces, and said, "Girl, can you help me drop a son?"

Meng Ziqing looked at the staggered black and white chess pieces, and said cowardly: "But I don't know how to play Go." ”

The old man put his hand on his clothes and said with a smile: "It's okay, you just leave one behind, the old man is very boring to play chess alone." ”

Meng Ziqing hesitated, took out a white piece from the chess box in the seat opposite the old man, and saw an empty spot that was pleasing to the eye, and her fingers fell.

"Old man, is this okay?" Meng Ziqing asked.

The old man looked at the lonely white piece on the chessboard, which seemed to have no connection with the other white pieces, and muttered: "Okay, the messy piece enters the game, and this chess piece will come alive." ”

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Night.

A gloomy Taoist priest appeared outside the abandoned building.

The Taoist priest walked into the hall of the building, and his two eyebrows were wrinkled like curved old pines.

He searched back and forth on the first floor, and then ran up to the second floor to the classroom where Li Yongnian was originally inhabited.

Looking at the empty classroom, the Taoist priest's face was extremely ugly.

"Damn, who did this!" the Taoist priest roared angrily, slamming his right hand into the wall with a muffled thud.

The evil ghost downstairs was found by him on an anti-Japanese battlefield where no one had discovered it, and he had been carrying it with him since he was captured. More than a month ago, when he passed by this place, he found that this place was full of yin qi, and it was actually an excellent place to raise ghosts.

What surprised him even more was that he also found another wild ghost in this building, but unfortunately there were talismans left in the front and back doors of the classroom, and at first glance they were left by people who had cultivated to a very high level.

In desperation, he could only ignore it, returned to the first floor, set up a ghost raising formation, and raised the evil ghost.

I thought that before going to Jinguan City to do that big thing, I would come here again to reap the profits, but who knew that when I came back now, I found that the two ghosts were gone.

"If you let me know who did it, I'll make you regret it!" the Taoist priest swore viciously.

"It's a pity that you don't have this chance. An old man walked in slowly from the outside of the building with his hands behind his back.

The moonlight outside the door was very bright, and the sheepskin coat on the old man was also very bright, bright and white, as if it had been seriously washed by the moonlight.

"Who are you?" the Taoist priest asked angrily, a faint feeling in his heart that he had not been able to detect the old man's approach.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that your time has come. The old man said leisurely.

The Taoist priest was intimidated by the momentum on the old man's body, and shouted inwardly: "Do you know which sect I belong to? That's not something you can afford to provoke!"

The old man reached out and took out a thin piece of paper from his sheepskin coat, on which the appearance of the Taoist priest was vividly drawn, the old man narrowed his eyes, and read according to the small characters recorded under the avatar: "Duan Qilang, a disciple of the Northern Sect, Chinese New Year's Eve, a mid-level cultivator in the foundation building period, it is rumored that he successfully advanced to the upper rank before January, and is good at raising ghosts and ghosts, and is an important executive figure of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Night Walking Plan." There is a younger brother Duan Jiulang, an internal disciple of the Shangqing faction in Maoshan. ”

Waving the paper sheet in his hand, the old man looked at the Taoist priest and asked, "May I ask if what the old man said is still accurate?"

The Taoist priest's face was as pale as the white paper in the old man's hand, especially when he heard the words "Ten Thousand Ghosts Walking at Night", his pupils contracted, and he was shocked and asked, "Who are you!"

The old man sighed and said helplessly: "Can't the young people nowadays listen to what the old man says, the old man has already said before, it doesn't matter who I am." ”

The whirring yin wind wrapped around the old man, and the Taoist priest decided to strike first.

The old man dusted off the ashes from his sheepskin coat with his hand, and said, "There is no way, I owe that little girl a favor of a chess piece during the day, so I have to pay it back to her friend." ”

"Besides, Jinguancheng is now in just the right balance, and if you are alone, maybe the balance will tilt, so you can rest and close your eyes in peace. The old man lightly pointed out with a finger, and the blue wind and dust were born on the fingertips, and the wind and dust were wrapped, like a small hurricane, and the hands of the Taoist priest intersected, countless pieces of green clothes flew, and the Taoist priest's arms crumbled into powder and flew away, and he fell back in pain.

"Aren't you afraid that my nineteenth brother will come to you for revenge!" The Taoist priest's arms were crushed by the old man's fingers, and he knew that he could not be spared, so he shouted bitterly.

"Hehe, in front of the old man, what kind of thing is Duan Jiulang?" The old man stroked a few strands of sparse beard under his chin and said slowly: "What's more, if he investigates it, he will only get one answer......"

"The one who killed you, Song Qiu. ”