Zuodao Changsheng: I can transfer the price

Chapter 8
Lin Shou's actions undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly fell to freezing point, the whole mansion was shrouded in chill, and the temperature suddenly fell below zero.

Only Lin Shou's breath was present, with moisture.

Lingluo's already bright red wedding gown was even more blood-red at the moment, which was no longer the color of the red wedding gown itself, but because Lingluo got angry and showed her real body.

The maid on the side was even more ferocious, half of her body was stained with blood, her face was blue and her fangs were horrifying.

The same is true for the butler on the side, showing the real body of a ghost.

Lin Shou's spitting action completely angered them, but Ling Luo had a sneer on his face, and the coldness in his eyes almost froze Lin Shou.

"Why do the officials make such an unreasonable appearance? You have already drank the soul-condensing wine brewed from the water of the Styx River. It only takes two or three hours to transform into the body of my holy clan. The officials might as well be at ease. Married to my concubine."

The tone is very weak, but the threat inside and outside the words is very obvious.

The blood on the maid and the housekeeper didn't fade away, but they followed Ling Luo's order and didn't act rashly, just staring at Lin Shou.

If Lin Shou dared to insult their master just a little bit more, they would probably pounce on him and tear Lin Shou's body to pieces.

Anyway, what their hostess needs is not Lin Shou's body in front of him, but a ghost.

Even though he was being targeted by these three terrifying ghosts, Lin Shou remained calm, instead he shook his clean wine glass, clicked his mouth and said: "If you want me to say, you are the only thing that the whole mansion can see. It's just a few glasses of wine, even if it's like this, you don't want to give me more, how can you treat guests like this, how about this, give me three more glasses of wine, and I'll think about getting married."

When Lin Shou made such a mockery, the maid and the butler grinned again, but Ling Luo hooked her lips and said, "Three cups of this soul-condensing wine are enough to make an official join my holy clan, but if an official If you like it, let the officials drink a few more glasses...Xiao Cui, pour wine for the officials."

The maid Xiaocui restrained her ghost energy with great reluctance, her blood color faded, and she returned to her original appearance.

Carrying the jug, he walked up to Lin Shou with a reluctant face and mixed wine for him.

For ordinary people, this soul condensing wine is a poisonous wine that kills people, but for ghosts, it is a rare tonic.

Even if Ling Luogui is the ghost king and leads the underworld, he can only get three pots every year.

Now that Lin Shou drank most of one of the pots in two mouthfuls, the maid called Xiao Cui naturally felt a little resentful.

If it wasn't for her master's great affairs, she wouldn't waste this thing on a living person.

But thinking that the other party actually asked to drink a few more glasses of soul condensing wine, it meant that the person in front of him would not take a few hours at all, but would completely turn into a ghost in just a few breaths.

Immediately, Xiaocui's mouth showed a few traces of smile.

She knew that the person in front of her was just a victim used by her master to complete the promotion ceremony.

It is impossible to truly become the male master of this ghost mansion.

When the master runs out, she can torture as much as she wants, and the anger she has suffered now will be returned a hundredfold.

"Invite the officials to drink."

Lin Shou smelled the wine in the cup, his brows were filled with joy, he raised his head and drank it down, and praised: "It is indeed a fine wine brewed from the water of the Styx River, and the spiritual energy contained in it is really full."

The maid Xiaocui sneered when she heard Lin Shou's words, and said with a smile: "Officials really enjoy it, but I don't know if you can bear it."

The sarcasm in the words was obvious, but Lin Shou seemed to turn a deaf ear to it, but there was an undetectable smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the depths of his mind, the pattern of eyes and intertwined lines on the portal suddenly lit up, and such words appeared in Lin Shou's heart.

【Soul Condensation Wine】

[Tao genus: weird thing]

[Statement: The fine wine brewed from the water of the underworld contains a little of the most original spiritual energy at the beginning of the birth of the underworld. For ghosts, it is the best treasure to improve their cultivation and offset the cost of magic spells. A deadly poison, the special qi contained in it will corrode the body and turn it into the body of a ghost. 】

[Price [-]: The body decays, and the soul turns into a ghost. 】

[Price [-]: Attention from the will of the underworld. 】

[Is the price transferred? 】

There was a faint smile on Lingluo's face, as if she was already looking forward to the future realm of cultivation.

At some point, a paper human head appeared from Lin Shou's cuff, which looked like an old Taoist priest.

Seeing the smile on Lingluo Lingluo's face, Lin Shou also chuckled lightly, thinking in his mind.

The two intertwined patterns of thin lines on the portal in my mind suddenly burst into light.

[The price has been transferred! 】

The paper figurine in the cuff seems to have experienced decades of time passing by while breathing, and gradually decays.

The happy ghosts playing on both sides of the mansion are holding musical instruments at the moment, waiting for Lin Shou's body to turn into a pool of mud. When the ghosts are born again, they will play the last music of the wedding.

But when those ghosts playing joy puffed up their cheeks and prepared to play, Lin Shou's body did not change for a long time. If these ghosts were still alive, they would have been suffocated to death by their puffed up cheeks.

Even Lingluo's brows and eyes fluctuated a little at this moment, and she looked at Lin Shou coldly, and she felt something was wrong.

The whole atmosphere suddenly became quiet, and everyone felt that something was wrong, only those weak ghosts who were still kneeling on the ground were still devouring their internal organs, and there was only the sound of chewing in the mansion.

At this moment, as if Lin Shou had tasted the aftertaste left by the wine, he pulled out a paper figure of the same height from his cuff, which looked like an old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest made of paper is lifelike, but there is only one difference, that is, the nose of the old Taoist priest has become a ox nose.

After this paper figurine appeared, Lingluo Lingluo's expression suddenly changed drastically. The originally beautiful face suddenly became terrifying and hideous. The ghost teeth were sharp and sharp, wriggling non-stop, turning into a monster through and through.

Ling Luo almost roared and said, "Why do you have this old Taoist priest's paper figurine..."

Obviously, Ling Luo was very afraid of the old Taoist priest. She thought that Lin Shou was arranged by the old Taoist priest to marry her, and she should be a scapegoat who knew nothing about it.

But obviously, when Lin Shou took out the paper figurine that looked like an old Taoist priest, all of this would not be true, and she instinctively felt that there was something strange about it.

Lin Shou unsteadily hiccupped, and then the paper figurine in his hand suddenly ignited a white flame.

The flame wasn't hot, but instead lowered the temperature on the spot by a few points.

The maid Xiaocui's eyes were a little unbelievable, like a real human ignorant maid, she covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Minghuo? No, how could it burn on this paper man? You shouldn't burn your body. Burn it?"

"Thank you Ghost King for giving me wine and helping me enter Taoism!" Lin Shou let the paper figurine in his hand be burned to ashes, and then floated in the air.

The uneasiness and irritability in Ling Luo's heart became more and more intense. At this moment, she could no longer care about putting on a show, her whole body was stained red with blood, and she flew to Lin Shou and grabbed his neck.

Ling Luo hung Lin Shou in the mid-air, and asked, "Entering the Tao? No...impossible! How can human beings rely on the aura in the water of the Styx to enter the Tao, and the price contained in it is simply unbearable for human beings!"

The paper figurine of the old Taoist priest has been completely burned by the fire of the underworld, leaving only crystal light spots floating in the air.

Ling Luo looked at the ashes that gradually disappeared before her eyes, and said thoughtfully: "You are his disciple? No, even so, you can't have so many lifespans to burn to pay for the water of the underworld!"

(End of this chapter)