Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The noise in the hall is still there.

The pair of singers turned to the scholar's table and played with the pipa to sing soft Jiangnan tunes; the drinkers at the table next door became more slutty, the more they touched the bowls, the more anxious they were, and the louder and louder the punching chants. The wine rustled down with the leftover bones, and the yellow dog who had eaten underneath shook his tail "whooping".

The dazzling light came in from the windows on all sides, and the floating dust in the air was reflected in the air.

The whole inn looks lively and warm.

However, in it, the people of the White Lotus Sect only felt a chill. They climbed up from their ankles, like a snake, climbed up to the knees, around the neck, and drilled straight into the eyes of the people.

cold!

It was colder than before eating wind and drinking rain on horseback.

Although the fat monk and thin brothers were a bit reckless, they were indeed rare masters in the world, so they were just...dead?

Is it true that, as the scholar said, the magic of oneself and others, when it arrives here, it really becomes a useless display?

Some people who didn't believe in evil quietly picked up the magic formula or recited a spell. After a while, all their faces were pale and trance, and there was no need to say more about their conclusions.

suddenly.

A black robe rushed out of the crowd, knelt down at the store, used the blue bricks on the ground as a drumhead, and used his head as a drumstick.

There were a few noises in the crowd, and Cheng Liang was even more surprised. Without him, this person is his subordinate, the locally-born CEO Qi.

He hurriedly took a step forward, pulled his subordinates up, and said angrily:

"What are you doing..."

Halfway through the conversation, Cheng Liang stopped talking and frowned. An old face with tears and tears in front of him, his eyes lost, turned out to have been scared mad.

Straight thief!

Cheng Liang said "unlucky" early, knowing that the quality of the staff of the Zhenfu Division has been worrying in recent years, and he did not expect to decline to such a field. You, who specializes in demons and ghosts, are scared crazy by ghosts!

Cheng Liang's heart was agitated, and he slapped his hand up.

But after two crisp noises, the man didn't wake up and didn't say anything. On the contrary, he became more confused and began to speak slurred words.

Cheng Liang listened carefully to a few sentences, which were all:

"Grandpa Chenghuang spare his life, Grandpa Chenghuang forgive him..."

What kind of bird talk is this saying? !

Cheng Liang pushed the boss banner back into the crowd and asked the remaining men to block his mouth. Turning his head, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the store.

I don’t know if it’s because of the general banner’s kneeling behavior that the store converged to a comical flattery, straightened his back, folded his hands between his chest and abdomen, closed his eyes slightly, and smiled as if there was something... Familiar, the more I look at it, the more I feel confused, and finally my brain flashes. Doesn't this look like a...deity in the temple?

City God? ! !

A jealous spirit, like a road blasting thunder, ran straight from the tail to the heavenly spirit.

He staggered back a few steps, then looked awkward, took three steps and made two steps to reach the left envoy of Bai Lian, whispered and hurriedly explained his guess in detail, and then ignored the faces of the people around him. Zai Zai Zhai left his side motionless.

This place is certainly strange and dangerous, but how can the young master of the dignified White Lotus Cult have no way to escape and save his life. The hundreds of believers who died before were just a few, and they would die if they died, but now gathered around him are the elites accumulated by the White Lotus Cult for many years, and the left envoy will not ignore it. But for this newly attached person, that has to be said otherwise.

So Cheng Liang had made up his mind to closely follow the white lotus left envoy, so that there would be a ray of life.

Cheng Liang guessed right, the left envoy Bailian did have a way to get out. But Cheng Liang also wanted to be a little worse. Whether it was the hundreds of Christians who had died before, or the dozen or so masters left at the moment, in the eyes of the left envoy, they were all cannon fodder that could be discarded.

The reason why he did not retreat was to rely on something, and secondly, it was for the Saint White Lotus.

The news of the loss of the saint of the Bailian Sect has long been spread throughout the country, and for this reason, dark waves are already surging on the road. During this time, he pursued Yan Xinglie's trail all the way, and at the same time he didn't know how many claws extended by other forces had been cut off. At the moment, it's hard to take back the saint, if you let go, I don't know how many twists and turns will be added in the future.

So, how can you easily stop? !

It's just... a ghost market, no!

He glanced at the scholar who was smiling frivolously across his face.

Use half-truths to fool around, what kind of ghost market is this, it is clearly a ghost city! It's still a ghost town where Chenghuang personally sits!

and……

He looked carefully at the store again.

Oh, this master’s eight achievements is the one in front of him.

………………

The Bailian Cultists were anxious, and the lead leftist hesitated.

The scholar spoke slowly again.

"Hey, it doesn't matter to me, the humiliation is right in front of me."

The scholar held a relic that the fat monk had previously scattered in his hand, shaking his head and chanting like a nerd:

"If it is a ghost city, it can be underestimated. The sages have said: the mountain is not high, and the immortal is the name. This ghost city is not fierce or dangerous, and it depends on whether the ghosts in it are powerful. I have explored some snake caves and stabbed some. The rat's den thinks that he can break into the tiger's den in Longtan."

The scholar flew the bullet in his hand and smiled at the other two people on the table:

"Don't laugh?"

The bearded man nodded sternly. Li Changan accepted the conversation while concluding.

"Really ridiculous."

Just a turn of the conversation, it seems to be giving the opponent a weapon.

"However, since it is a ghost market, there will be rules for the ghost market. Since there are rules, you will probably be safe and sound if you follow the rules."

When are people most flustered and helpless?

It was probably the things that people valued most or relied on, and suddenly they disappeared. For example, the official fan lost the official, the swordsman folded the sword, and the oiran in the brothel lost his pretty face. The gang of white lotus masters in the inn usually resort to spells and do evil things. Now that I am in a ghost, I suddenly find that my skills are not enough, and all of them are already in a state of confusion.

Hearing Li Changan's sentence abruptly, all of them stunned their ears, and even the left envoy Bailian's eyes flickered.

The three of them took this situation in their eyes, and winked quietly, and the scholar continued to say:

"The Daoist Chief is right..." As he said, he slowly raised a finger, "but I think it's a little bit worse."

"Please say."

"If you are the master here, someone has robbed your temple, killed your servant, and robbed your wife. Now there is a way for him to stay in heaven, and **** has no way to break in, just falling into your hands."

The scholar grinned a few times on purpose, then looked at the store meaningfully, and then said:

"Do you still talk to him about the rules?"

The Taoist priest answered the question.

"It's hard to say, the poor way has always been irregular."

……………………

Bad temples, murder servants, take away wives.

Every word is like a hammer hitting Chengliang's heart.

Special mother's! Everything has nothing to do with him. He could only move quietly, trying to get closer to the left envoy of Bai Lian.

Suddenly.

Maybe it was the scholar's provocation, or the left ambassador's long hesitation, the store seemed to be impatient, and he took a step forward.

"Guest, do you stay at the top or stay in the shop?"

Still this sentence, not even the slightest change in the tone, the masters of the White Lotus Sect were scared and took a step back. Cheng Liang even smelled a **** of urine.

He looked back, mother's, or his subordinates.

The Fanzi of the Zhenfu Division looked at his own chief, with a sharp-mouthed monkey-gill face with eyeballs rolling, trembling and pointing to the inside of the lobby, aggrieved, and called out: "My lord..."

Cheng Liang resisted the cold, followed the direction, and turned his head to take a look.

Humph!

The heart paused for a while.

The noise around me did not stop for a moment. The singers still sang songs, and the yellers still yelled, but I don’t know when the scholars, actresses, drinkers, folks in the inn, and even the pedestrians on the street, even though they were all there. Doing his own business, he quietly turned his face around, staring straight at the people of the White Lotus Sect.

Li Xiang has already shown that he is about to devour people.

And just now.

Bai Lian Zuo Envoy suddenly laughed.

He took a step forward and reached the store.

"Little Lord……"

The old man beside him was worried.

"It's okay."

He waved his hand, calmly.

He sees it!

As early as when the scholar and the Taoist sang together, he noticed that the bearded man had been holding the wine glass in his hand, never letting go from beginning to end, and even his nails turned white due to the force. Obviously, he was extremely nervous.

He was hesitant in the eyes of others. In fact, he had been observing in secret.

And just now, Cheng Huang repeatedly pressed each other, and when he was about to retreat, Yan Xinglie was calm, but his hands were relaxed, obviously he was relieved.

Scholars and Taoist priests are both cunning and unbelievable, but Yan Xinglie is just a martial artist, without such crooked thoughts.

Bai Lian Zuo Envoy didn't understand why, the three of them were obviously pretending to be calm, and they were frightening to frighten their group away.

Since the opponent wants to go by himself, he just wants to stay.

This ghost city is certainly dangerous, but since the other party dared to enter, the doorway is naturally clear. The big deal, what they do, they and others will follow suit, as long as the ghost market dissipates until dawn, and see what else they can do when they are introduced.

After making up his mind, the young Bailian Zuo confidant smiled freely and shook the folding fan in his hand, revealing a somewhat turbid appearance of a handsome young man.

"Chenghuang, huh... the store hasn't looked at it yet."

After that, he smiled and said to the three people opposite each other clearly.

"What the guests want at that table, what we want."

……………………

"okay."

The store agreed and changed back to a funny and flattering appearance, greeted the buddy to lift up his seat, as if he really was an ordinary innkeeper, but the pool of blood outside the door was still dazzlingly red.

The left envoy Bai Lian turned around and ordered a few times before Shi Shiran went to the table of the three of them. Regardless of the vigilant gazes of the three of them, they raised their hands and turned around again, indicating that they had no intention of doing it, and then they put the folding fan away and knocked into the palms of their hands.

"I disturbed the three Yaxing, but I have a lot of people, and there are not enough tables and stools in the shop. I think there are still empty seats at the table for the three of them, so I'll be brazen..."

With that, he sat down calmly. At the end, I deliberately asked.

"That's right... Isn't this a rule?"

The three looked at each other.