Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 72

Because of these two words, Yang Jinshu quickly fixed his eyes on the ghost, and couldn't help opening his mouth in surprise.

Fu Lan's real body is a young man in his 30s, with unexpectedly deep eyebrows, but he is not tall, only an inch taller than He Tang, with a thin body, narrow shoulders, and a slender neck. He is dressed in a lean brown suit Bunt, with a strange red glow in his soul, and a cunning and cruel smile, he doesn't look like a cultivator at all.

It's really hard to imagine that such a person can use Zhu Xiaowu's body to act so realistically.

"Ah, I forgot that I'm not Zhu Xiaowu anymore. Brother Tang won't hurt me anymore." Fu Lan sighed long, it's a pity, "Actually, I always wanted to have a brother, but it's a pity that my life is not good. All dead."

He Tang raised his eyebrows: "Don't you still have a senior brother?"

"How can senior brother be like elder brother?" Fu Lan giggled, "Senior brother won't play with me."

He Tang sarcastically said, "I'm afraid the games you play won't catch your brother's eyes, right?"

"..." The smile on Fu Lan's face faded a little, "He Tang, you are so mean and mean, it scares your husband."

"..." He Tang turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Yang Jinshu looking at him with a complicated face.

He Tang was silent for a while, before explaining: "Actually, I'm not so mean... I can't help seeing him..."

Yang Jinshu pulled the corner of his mouth and shook his head slightly: "It's okay."

"Why is it all right?" Fu Lan said sarcastically, "I told you that he would become a Sha, don't you believe me?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Jinshu immediately asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Fu Lan took off the red gravel around his neck, threw it in his hand, and said, "A ghost is a spirit with resentment. He was wounded by a ghost, and the resentment in his heart gradually deepened. Even though He Tang has a lively temperament, But the ghosts around are full of endless resentment, as long as he meets them, the hostility from those wandering spirits, wild ghosts, and demons will deeply affect him, and the hostility in his heart will become deeper and deeper. The deeper it gets...until he can't bear it anymore, either his soul is blown away, or...he becomes a sha."

Yang Jinshu suddenly realized.No wonder He Tang's temper has become more and more irritable since he entered the underworld. Even if he tried to maintain his composure, he was still easily infected by the surrounding atmosphere. The cries of wandering souls just now couldn't affect him, but made He Tang miserable...

"What is the black mist on his body?" Yang Jinshu couldn't help asking.

The red gravel fell into his palm, he held it tightly, looked at them and replied, "Demon energy."

"Magic?"

"Demons, like gods, existed at the same time before the chaos of heaven and earth. Demons can hurt ghosts, resist people, and even fight against gods. Demonic energy is an existence that even the ten temples of Yama have a headache."

Yang Jinshu shook his head and said: "I heard that the gods and demons of the heavens have long since disappeared. I don't believe there are still demons who dare to make trouble in the world."

"Although the demon is gone, the devil's energy has not dissipated." Fu Lan raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with cold mockery, "There are evil spirits using the devil's energy to cause chaos in the world, this is... a rare sight!"

"Evil ghost?" He Tang frowned, not believing him, "How could the evil ghost control the demon energy?"

"Of course ordinary evil spirits can't." Fu Lan sneered, "You have only been dead for a few years, how many evil spirits have you seen? Some evil spirits are not even afraid of the officials of the underworld, let alone reincarnation, even in front of Yama, It's also invincible."

He Tang raised his voice and laughed, "Hey, why does it sound so much like you?"

Fu Lan was amused by him, and said happily, "He Tang really understands me. I'm not afraid, but I'm sorry, I'm not the evil spirit you are looking for, but I want to get acquainted. I think I can do well with him. a friend."

"I'm afraid it won't work." Yang Jinshu poured cold water on him, "He raised the ghosts of the Zhu family in Jishan County, but you messed up the situation halfway, killing all of them. When he sees you, he probably will eat you first. "

"I'm afraid he doesn't have that ability." Fu Lan laughed and said suddenly, "Why don't you two leave?"

Yang Jinshu was vigilant: "You have been following us?"

Fu Lan was too lazy to answer him, but took a few steps forward, passed them, and took the initiative to lead the way: "Do you not know the way? I will take you away!"

He Tang was even more surprised: "Do you know the way?"

"At any rate, I used to be a member of Qinglian Temple. The five elements and gossip are nothing to worry about. This small formation in the underworld is hard to stop you, but it can't stop me." Fu Lan turned her head and hooked her hands at them, "Follow me!" Bar."

"Why did we go with you?" He Tang didn't move, "Who knows what will happen to us if we follow you?"

"It's just on the way." Fu Lan said indifferently, "You are going to the land of the five turbidities. I am going to find the Woxian Stone, which happens to be not far away. I am kind enough to take you for a ride. You don't want to forget it."

"Wolfstone? What is that?" He Tang felt that since he came to the underworld, his knowledge reserve could not keep up with the pace of change.

Yang Jinshu was surprised and said, "Could it be... that strange red rock that belonged to Daoist Min?"

He Tang was also stunned: "In Fulan's hand? No! Why is this stone in your hand?! Where is Min Yuejun?"

Fu Lan was surprised: "You still have the mind to meddle in other people's business?"

"What do you call someone else?" He Tang said angrily, "Min Yuejun is the apprentice of the god stick. Although he is a bastard, if something happens to him, the god stick will not be implicated? We were friends, and they both helped us. How can you sit idly by?"

Fu Lan immediately asked back: "I helped you too, why didn't you thank me?"

"What did you help me with?"

"I avenged you!" Fu Lan laughed, "Didn't you always want your mother to die? Are you unhappy that I killed her for you?"

"...you made her sick, don't use me as an excuse." He Tang was very disgusted, stared at him, and asked, "Quickly tell me, what happened to Min Yuejun, Shen... and Daoist Qingrong? "

"How would I know?" Fu Lan sneered, "Maybe, they just followed."

"you!"

He Tang was about to lose his temper when suddenly his whole body hurt and he fell to the ground, screaming: "Ah - it hurts..."

"He Tang!" Yang Jinshu yelled, and quickly stepped forward to help, but He Tang rolled on the ground and struggled, making him unable to do anything.

Fu Lan noticed that the red gravel in his palm was glowing red, as if warning something.He murmured: "I haven't reached the tenth hall yet, why..."

The Woxiong Stone is not in the Ten Halls of the Netherworld. The main stone of this crushed stone is far away in Qinglian Temple, thousands of miles away. How could it suddenly...

Fu Lan raised her head abruptly, and said in surprise, "Could it be...Min Yuejun really went to hell?"

When Yang Jinshu heard what he said, he suddenly stopped, and said in shock, "What did you say...?"

He Tang became more and more uncomfortable, his pale complexion was gradually stained with demonic energy, his facial features became ferocious, and the blackness of his pupils gradually spread to the whites of his eyes.

"He Tang..." Yang Jinshu didn't care about Fu Lan's reminder, cast a spell on He Tang, held him firmly in his arms, and comforted him, "He Tang, calm down!"

He believes that He Tang is optimistic and will never be easily disturbed by those dark emotions.

Fu Lan listened carefully for a while, staring at the rubble shining red in her hand, and suddenly said to Yang Jinshu, "Take He Tang and follow me! Hurry up!"

Yang Jinshu didn't understand, so he asked, "Why?"

"He Tang has brought the evil spirit here!" Fu Lan seemed quite afraid of the visitor, and urged eagerly, "If you don't want him to become a Sha, follow me!"

Yang Jinshu didn't believe him, but Hetang was in chaos right now, and he wasn't familiar with the underworld. Fu Lan was insidious and cunning, but he knew more than the two of them... Yang Jinshu gritted his teeth, put Hetang on his shoulders, and held the Shura umbrella Ask: "Where are you going?"

Fu Lan held the gravel firmly in his palm, and beckoned, "Go!"

He ran forward quickly, in the direction they were going to go before.

Yang Jinshu didn't care much and ran with him.

Ke Fulan stopped not far away, turned around on the spot, and actually drew a formation there!

"You... what are you doing?" Yang Jinshu was puzzled.

"It's too late to run, so I can only avoid it." Fu Lan drew a circle for him, "Stay inside and don't move, I will form the formation."

Yang Jinshu admired Qinglianguan's array formation spells especially. Whether it was the magic stick, Min Yuejun, or Fu Lan in front of him, their understanding of array formation and spell formation was not comparable to that of his little ghosts who became monks on the way.It can be seen from the last time that Fulan was in Zhu's house, his five-element skills were even higher than that of the magic stick, and he was also very proficient in many ancient formations.

Fulan sacrificed eight ghost needles, set them on the ground according to different directions, muttered something, wrote three ghost symbols in the air, burned them with ghost fire, scattered in three directions in midair, a blue light flashed, and the three of them appeared above their heads Formed a solid phantom array.Yang Jinshu recognized it, knowing that from the outside, they had nothing here.

Hearing that He Tang was still screaming, Yang Jinshu gritted his teeth, took out a magic talisman from his body, and put it on He Tang's forehead. Almost instantly, He Tang fell silent and lay still on his shoulder.

Yang Jinshu put him on the ground, sat down himself, let He Tang sit on his lap, clasped it in his arms, and asked Fu Lan cautiously: "The formation is completed?"

Fu Lan raised her index finger and signaled him, "Shh."

Yang Jinshu shut his mouth, followed his example, and stared closely at the distance.It was pitch black there, and only the ghosts in the distance who were still queuing slowly by the Wangchuan River could be vaguely seen.

Soon, a voice came from not far away, and Yang Jinshu could feel that something was approaching, but the breath was unusual, it didn't seem to be a common ghost's breath...

Could it be... is it really Min Yuejun?

Yang Jinshu opened his eyes wide, but was completely stunned the next moment when he saw the person coming.

They didn't wait for Min Yuejun, but they waited for Lao Liu.

On Lao Liu's shoulders, there is a magic stick that is unknown to human affairs.

"How could it be him?" Yang Jinshu couldn't believe it.Isn't Lao Liu in the mass grave?When did you meet the god stick?

Fu Lan turned to look at him, and asked strangely, "You know him?"

Yang Jinshu nodded: "It's... the neighbor of the mass grave, Uncle Liu."

"Neighbor?" Fu Lan seemed a little unbelievable, he asked, "So, you have known each other for a long time?"

Yang Jinshu nodded again: "When I just died, it was Uncle Liu who brought other neighbors from the mass grave to welcome me."

Fu Lan doubted herself, pondered for a while, and then asked, "How long has he been dead?"

"I... don't know." Yang Jinshu was really at a loss, "I only heard that he was not a local, died suddenly on a journey, his children were unfilial, and his housekeeper buried him in a mass grave... It's so old, I'm afraid he died many years."

"How old is his grave?"

"..." Yang Jinshu recalled for a moment, only remembering that Lao Liu's small earthen tomb was desolate and dilapidated, with no one offering sacrifices, and the names on the wooden tablet had long been blurred, and the last time Min Yuejun made a fuss, the wooden tablet disappeared. "His grave...was a long time ago."

"The bones in the grave really belong to him?"

"..." Yang Jinshu asked in a daze, "It's hard...could it not be?"

"..." Fu Lan raised his forehead, "You stupid scholar, are you stupid in reading?"

"..."