unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 184 Two sides of a piece of paper

Except for Song Yu, no one ate the lamb kidneys.

Although the taste of this food is good, but with so many big men here, I always feel that when I eat this stuff, I will have a little "sexy air" on my body.

When Song Yu ate a piece of lamb kidney, a pot of soft-shelled turtle soup, and three leek patties by himself, his face was flushed and his nose was about to bleed, he finally stopped his chopsticks.

If you continue to eat it, your orifices will bleed.

Zhongliqing came back to his senses: "I do feel a lot of Yin energy recently, but every year after the Zhongyuan period, the Yin energy returns for a long time. I thought it was just a little longer this time."

Wang Zhan narrowed his eyes and picked up a large piece of ginger from the chicken: "Could it be that the door of hell has been opened but not closed?"

Lin Kun shook his head, and the meat on his face shook twice: "It would have been a mess long ago."

Su Mian took the wine glass from Zhong Lizing's hand, gave him a cup of tea, and asked with great concern: "What will happen if there is too much yin energy?"

Zhongliqing said slowly: "There should be a boundary between Yin and Yang. Even if spiritual beings wander around, they will eventually become part of the darkness and leave the place where we live."

He picked up a piece of paper and showed it to everyone.

"Yin and Yang are like two sides of this piece of paper. They can never be mixed together. But if you throw the paper into the water, it will become a mess. There will be no victory or defeat. Only the fittest will survive."

Needless to say, everyone knew that the survivors would be spiritual beings.

Simple, dangerous, and powerful.

Song Yu took the bone off the chicken leg with his mouth, puffed his cheeks and said, "That's what the spirit does. Blur the boundary and make it easier for the spirit to survive."

Zhong Liqing put down the paper: "Heaven and earth have their own checks and balances, just like ghost fire and hail. It is not easy to break this balance. It requires a lot of yin energy to breed. Just like the Ghost Festival, almost everyone burns paper to pay homage to it." , will there be a moment when the door of hell will open wide."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that it was difficult.

Song Yu pulled out the chicken leg bone from his mouth: "What if there are many small holes burned through the paper?"

One hole doesn't matter, but if there are more holes, this balance will be broken and it will become increasingly unbalanced.

In the end it will be irreversible.

Gu Beiqi frowned in an instant and said: "So what you see is one of the dots... There are more in other places that we haven't seen..."

This is really terrible news.

There are so many tricks.

Zhong Liqing was very calm. After all, he had taken a dim view of life and death: "It should have just begun now. I don't feel a particularly strong Yin Qi, but when people do evil, the Yin Qi will also increase."

Li Bi nodded: "Everyone has been paying more attention to the whereabouts of Xiao recently. There are not many people causing trouble in Bianjing. I will also ask the Xiang Gong Office to pay more attention to it."

While they were talking here, there was a sudden noise outside. Song Yu jumped out first, holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand.

Zhong Liqing only felt that a gust of wind blew out, and Song Yu's people were gone.

Song Yu was eating melon seeds and looking at the excitement outside.

The person surrounded was Zhao Fang, who was known as the most prodigal son in Bianjing. He looked like a listless young man with a weak kidney.

The dark circles under his eyes were heavier than Su Mian's, and his footsteps were so sloppy that he had to lean on the woman.

The one who made trouble with Zhao Fang was Li Hui, a dude who had been trapped by Su Miankong's gloves and white wolves several times, and he was also a guy with a brain as big as a walnut.

"Zhao Fang, you can't say that I bullied you. It was you who lost. That cornucopia is mine now. I will go to your house to get it tomorrow."

Zhao Fang remained silent and did not let him go no matter what he said.

Song Yu watched in the mist, and asked the people next to him: "Hey, what's going on, what kind of cornucopia!"

The spectators had also accumulated a lot of gossip and were worried that they had nothing to talk about. When she asked, they immediately started talking like a flash flood.

It turned out that it was for the top girl, and the two fought against each other. Later, they rolled the dice to guess the size, and they didn't know how to do it.

Obviously, Zhao Fang lost.

He is a prodigal son, and he has a fart of 1000 taels. Li Hui, a dude, is "understanding" and said that he can use his family's bronze basin to pay off the debt.

Everyone knows that Zhao Fang does not sell this basin, and no one knows what this dish is.

"This plate can't be a cornucopia. If it were a cornucopia, it's impossible for this boy Zhao Fang to make himself so virtuous. All the tables, chairs and benches at home have been used."

"Yes, but maybe it has some other uses."

"What if it's a cornucopia, but Zhao Fang himself doesn't know how to use it."

When Song Yu heard the words "treasure basin", his eyes started to shine. He pulled Su Mian out of the house, muttered a few words, and ran out.

Gu Beiqi held the wine glass: "What are you doing?"

"Who, who knows," He Shen didn't care, "Anyway, it's just a matter of going out to play."

Li Bi was half drunk: "Song Yu is very energetic and has never calmed down. Let her go. Anyway, there is nothing major now. We can solve the small problems ourselves."

Everyone finished drinking and dispersed, leaving Zhongliqing the slowest one.

Zhongliqing walked to the door, and suddenly two women ran over and hurriedly stuffed something into Zhongliqing's arms.

It's the big and small eyes that are asleep.

Song Yu and Su Mian had forgotten him here.

Daeye opened his eyes in a daze, not knowing whose arms he was in. Before he could see clearly, a cold hand quickly covered his eyes again.

"Don't open it."

Song Yu had already entered Zhao Fang's house at this time, and it was Zhao Fang who opened the door and invited the two of them in.

Su Mian put on heavy makeup, showed off her coquettishness, and flirted with Zhao Fang like an old acquaintance. It wasn't until late at night that Zhao Fang's kidneys were too weak to fall asleep, and the flirtation ended.

Su Mian held a piece of wild grass in his mouth, found the bronze basin very calmly, and took it out.

He tapped the copper basin lightly: "That's it, the cornucopia?"

Song Yu quickly opened his hand: "Be gentle, what if the shot breaks!"

She put a copper plate in, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't see a basin of copper plates coming out.

Disappointed, so disappointed.

This can also be regarded as a cornucopia!

She almost wanted to kick the broken basin out.

Su Mian said: "Isn't this a spiritual creature?"

Song Yu shook his head: "Not even as good as a little lion."

When she thought of the little lion that could spit out copper coins, her heart ached, and she blamed it on the bones.

But since this copper basin is not a cornucopia, why is Zhao Fang so precious?
Su Mian put the basin back: "Let's go, it's probably useless."

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a very faint shadow under the firelight. There was a pair of eyes inside, cold and dark, staring at him coldly.

And the shadow seemed to be closer to him.

"Song Yu!"

He quickly stood behind Song Yu and asked for protection. At this moment, he was just a delicate flower in need of pity.

As for Song Yu's small body, he grew taller at this moment, enough to protect him from wind and rain.

Song Yu lowered his head and glanced at the shadow, still not knowing what the shadow wanted to do. Then he looked back at his sisters and decided to let this thing stay for a while.

(End of this chapter)