I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 253 Half of the body fell into the soil <fifth watch, ten thousand characters. >

"Uh huh, huh huh huh~ huh~ huh, huh."

In the darkness, a group of four people held a torch and had just arrived at the entrance of the underground prison when a long and pleasant humming song rang in their ears.

The grass dweller raised his right hand, cut off the rusty copper lock on the iron door with his sword finger, and walked into the prison with a row of twelve cells first.

In the cell, the cat who heard the footsteps stopped and hummed softly, looked up, and was startled when he saw the person coming.

"It's you!"

The bone girl then raised her head, staring at Qin Yao's body through the gap between her long hair: "Why are you here?"

"Wait." The cat turned to look at the cell next door, and asked doubtfully, "Who are you asking?"

The bone girl narrowed her eyes: "Who are you asking?"

Qin Yao coughed dryly, and walked up to the layman in thatched cottage: "If nothing else happens, both of you should be talking to me."

Cat: "???"

Bone Girl: "???"

Thatched cottage: "???"

The same question emerged in the hearts of the three: how did they know each other?
"What's the situation with you two?" Qin Yao asked calmly.

The cat frowned again, and said, "Isn't it because of you? The Ghost King beat us up after he came back from Shijia Town, and blamed us for not rescuing him in time."

Qin Yao: "..."

The layman in thatched cottage looked at Maoyou, who had a sad face, and Qin Yao, who was speechless. He finally knew why the Fusang ghost didn't even summon a single subordinate during the battle.

"No, don't change the subject, how did you and the bone girl know each other?" The cat asked loudly as if he had eaten Wumingfei vinegar.

Qin Yao said: "Is it strange that I know a bone girl?"

"Of course it's strange." The cat thought about it again, and said quietly: "Besides, when you met is very important."

"Maoyou, don't go too far." Bone Girl said suddenly.

The cat licked its lips again, and said with a smile, "Okay, I won't ask any more."

"Let's get down to business." The grass dweller approached Qin Yao and said in a low voice.

Qin Yao smiled apologetically, and then looked at the two women: "Do you know where the Fusang ghost is?"

The two women shook their heads at the same time.

The cat thought for a while and said, "He was seriously injured, and the quickest way to heal his wounds is to absorb the virgin blood..."

"not good!"

Hearing what she said, the thatched layman's face changed, and he quickly raised the copper pointer in his hand: "We must find Fusang Ghost King as soon as possible, so that no virgin will be killed!"

"You don't have to be so nervous." The cat said again: "Even if the ghost king captures a suitable virgin, he will wait until midnight to start sucking blood. Only at this time can the blood sucked have the greatest effect. Now it is almost dawn, he If you want to suck blood, you have to wait until today."

The thatched dweller suddenly stopped pinching his fingers, and asked seriously, "Is this true?"

"Why did I lie to you?" The cat shrugged again, looking lazy.

Qin Yao pointed to the iron gate and chains in front of them, and asked, "Do you need me to let you out?"

The cat fell silent again, with a thoughtful gleam in its eyes.

On the contrary, the bone girl who had been silent all this time said decisively at this moment: "Let me out, I am willing to join hands with you to deal with the ghost king."

The cat looked stunned again, and shouted: "Have you thought about it, bone girl!!"

"Haven't you had enough of this kind of enchantress career that is regarded as a vent?" The bone girl said coldly.

The cat was silent for a while, then sighed: "Forget it, one bet is..."

"Master Qin."

Qin Yao just wanted to go forward, but the grass dweller grabbed his wrist, turned his head to look, and saw the old Taoist asked with a serious expression: "Are you sure they can be trusted?"

"As long as we can always have the upper hand, then they must be credible." Qin Yao smiled slightly and said: "So, rather than saying they are not credible, it is better to say whether we believe that we can destroy the ghost king."

The thatched layman stared closely at his eyes for a long time, then slowly let go of his palm.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Qin Yao strode forward, fired several times, smashed the copper lock on the iron chain, and tore off the iron chain as thick as a wrist: "You can come out now."

The bone girl pushed open the prison door first, and stepped in front of Qin Yao: "A virgin's blood is definitely not able to heal the ghost king's wounds, so he will definitely grab many, many virgins and gather them in the same place to heal him. And This place is definitely not the ghost palace."

"I know there is a place." The cat came out gracefully again, and said with gleaming eyes: "All the secret treasures of the Ghost King are hidden there. In his heart, it may be the safest place."

"How do you know where he hides the treasure?" Bone Girl questioned.

The cat said calmly again: "Because the seed of revenge was planted in my heart since he hit me recklessly for the first time. Is this reason enough?"

Bone Girl: "..."

"Okay, stop arguing and take us there quickly." Qin Yao waved his hand and said.

Immediately, the four people and two ghosts walked out of the ghost palace, and came to a brightly lit attic before the sun rose.

"Isn't this Yihong Courtyard? Have you come to the wrong place!" Ma Shangfeng asked in astonishment looking at this place with deep memories.

The cat shook its head again, stretched out its hand and pointed downward: "Below, there is an underground palace. I have entered it secretly..."

"Where is the door?" Xiaohui looked up at the quiet brothel, and thought to himself: Digging the underground palace under the brothel, this Fusang Ghost King is not a pervert, right?

Then I thought about it again: Fusang people, it seems normal to be a little abnormal.

"Do ghosts need doors?" the cat asked again.

"Ghosts don't need to go through the door, but if there is no door, how can the ghost king bring the virgin into the underground palace?" Xiaohui asked doubtfully.

"I've seen him take people inside, wrap it in his arms with a cloak, and take it straight down." The cat said again.

Xiao Hui looked into her arms, and said with some expectation: "Can you take us down?"

The cat said decisively again: "Sorry, I can't."

"Don't look at me, I can't either." Bone Girl waved her hand.

Ma Shangfeng looked irritated: "You can't take people down, and the three of us don't know how to escape from the ground, what should we do?"

"That... I know how to escape from the ground." Qin Yao raised his hand.

"I can also have a little fur." ​​The cottage layman coughed dryly.

Xiaohui and Ma Shangfeng: "..."

"The two of you should meet outside." The grass dweller said implicitly.

Xiaohui and Ma Shangfeng: "..."

"If you're really bored, help me go inside and ask, which girl can massage, um, for a serious massage, you need to have a firmer hand, and relax after I finish typing." Qin Yao smiled.

Two people: "..."

Why do I somehow feel like I'm a waste?
"Come with me." No one cared about the emotions of the two of them, the cat beckoned again, and quickly fled underground.

The bone girl and Qin Yao followed closely behind, and disappeared in front of the brothel in the blink of an eye.

The thatched hut layman pinched his hand and muttered something, walked a few steps like drawing a circle on the spot, and then stomped the ground hard.

And then...he stayed where he was.

"Master, what are you doing?" Xiao Hui blinked and asked.

The old layman in thatched cottage blushed, and said, "I've just learned the technique of escaping from the ground, and I'm not very proficient in it yet."

Hearing this, Xiaohui felt much more comfortable, and said with a smile: "It's okay, master, just practice slowly, let's take a good look and learn from you."

The thatched layman gave a dry cough, drew circles with his legs again, and cast the spell according to the steps, but his legs went down, and his body was still outside...

Xiaohui: "..."

Can't laugh, can't laugh, laughing out loud will be miserable.

"Pfft!" After all, Ma Shangfeng had little contact with laymen and didn't understand layman's temperament, so he couldn't help bursting out laughing on the spot: "Master, half of your body has been buried in the dust."

Thatched cottage: "..."

Traitor! ! !

(End of this chapter)