unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 57 Death
It's a pity that Baby Face is gone.

"When a dynasty changes, how many people will die is just a matter of 'the bright moon changes waves at that time.' It doesn't matter. If you are too kind, you will destroy yourself. The dirty things can be cleaned up together."

Until his voice completely disappeared, he was still mumbling.

Daozang appeared mysteriously behind Song Yu: "This is the founder of our Feitian, Wanlan Sect."

Song Yu was startled and relaxed when he saw it was Daozang.

The creator of Feitian?
Is this crazy?

He is more eloquent than a monk and speaks a lot of fallacies.

"What to do with the Nether Fire?"

Daozang clasped his hands together: "The fire of hell should stay in the endless hell to save the evil people. The evil people will run away in the fire, burning their bodies, their skin and flesh will be scorched, suffering and bitter, and all kinds of poison will come."

Song Yu rolled his eyes: "Talk like a human being."

So Daozang changed to the language of lay people: "The poor monk will find a way."

"Oh." Song Yu quickly ran back to find Su Mian for supper.

When Wan Lanzong got on the carriage and saw Fenghuang'er waiting for him, his heart felt very painful.

Fenghuang'er was beside him, but he couldn't call her by her first name, so he could only pat Fenghuang'er on the shoulder.

He thought to himself that such a Zhong Lingyuxiu name would be in vain when it was applied to her.

"Lao Feng, you are here."

Lao Feng is actually not too old. He is a spiritual hunter and loyal to the Wanlan Sect. It stands to reason that he is a rare confidante.

However, when Wan Lanzong saw her big face, big butt, and skin color that was dark enough to perform a beauty case on the stage, he was just like Zhong Liqing when he saw Song Yu. .

For this reason, he pretended to be deaf and mute in the face of Fenghuang'er's explicit hints, and was afraid of being beaten, so he acted like "the wind, sword, frost, and sword force each other 360 days a year" in order to leave his clean.

Lao Feng was very caring towards him: "That little chicken didn't do anything to you, right?"

She knew that she was not beautiful, so she had to be more dignified, with a serious face, and one sentence made a strong sound.

Wan Lanzong couldn't help but tremble in his heart, but he had recruited this person himself. Except for the shortcoming of not being beautiful, all the others were advantages, so he could only reply sadly: "What can she do to me?"

"She is still quite capable," Lao Feng thought for a moment, "The spirit that I finally managed to drive away was instantly gone by her."

The ploy was generally very successful.

The old phoenix drives a spiritual creature that can eat people and is full of death energy, and the night owls will move in full force. Following this spiritual creature, its cry can gather the ghostly fire scattered in Bianjing.

Moreover, even if Zhong Liqing saw the night owl attracted by the spiritual creature, he wouldn't think much about it.

In this way, the real purpose of Wanlan Sect to burn Bianjing could be hidden.

Unexpectedly, they were all interrupted by Song Yu, a brat.

Wanlan Sect also hated the failure very much. He gritted his teeth and said: "Little thing, you still don't know the cruelty of the outside world."

When Old Phoenix heard that he was not attracted to Song Yu, he felt relieved.

Her mind was filled with imaginary love and hatred. The sadomasochistic love was deep and entangled, and other women, big or small, were all love rivals.

After arriving at Feitian's mansion in Bianjing, Wan Lanzong immediately jumped off the carriage, refused to talk to Gu Beiqi, went back to the house, closed the door and began to think about other things in his life.

He hugged 'Mrs. Bamboo' on the bed and sighed.

I miss women.

While Song Yu was walking home, he was also thinking about Wanlan Sect.

She felt that this person was like a conspirator fermenting in a dark corner, or an assassin hiding murderous intentions. He seemed crazy, but when he opened his mouth, there was blood.

Such a ghost hunter must be careful.

While walking, I accidentally bumped into Li Waining who was closing the stall.

Li Waining was as timid as a mouse. He saw a ghost-like shadow in the drizzle. He was so frightened that the medicine bottles rolled to the ground. When he saw that it was Song Yu, he patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master Xiao Song, why don't you bring a lantern? He's so scary, so scary to death."

Song Yu thought he was kind-hearted and disagreed with his words: "Am I so scary?"

Li Waining smiled awkwardly, wondering if he had no idea what you looked like. Whoever sees it would be unlucky.

What matched his awkward smile was the faint sound of crying coming from Mianyuan Street.

Song Yu turned to listen, becoming more and more confused: "Who is still beating their children so late?"

Li Waining shook his head and sighed: "It's Aunt Dou who is crying about Mr. Dou."

"Dou Laoer is dead?" Song Yu was surprised.

"You're not dead," Li Waining lowered his voice, "But it's scarier than death. Someone happened to ask you to take a look."

When Song Yu heard this, he knew something was wrong, and immediately said: "I'll go take a look, and you can go back. By the way, if you encounter any weird fire, don't touch it."

Mian Yuan Street is the first place where the night owl appears. The spirit that was devoured by the bones first ate Widow Li and her son here before going to Zhou Xiwazi.

She still doesn't know who that figure is.

But looking at that burly back, he must be a strong man.

Dou Laoer is very likely to be affected.

She knocked on the door of Dou's house, and it was Aunt Dou who opened the door.

Aunt Dou's eyes were swollen from crying and she was haggard. When she saw Song Yu, she cheered up and struggled to squeeze out a few words through her teeth.

"Mr. Xiao Song, please help me take a look at my second son. He is a good person. His aunt came over that night and even talked with him. After that, he was no longer able to do anything."

Song Yu nodded and squeezed in through the crack in the door. The yard was in a mess, and Dou Laoer was sitting at the door.

His eyes were distracted, his expression was dull, his body was stiff, and his voice was flat. He was holding the big wax man in his arms, as if he had lost his mind and soul, and he could only talk back and forth.

"Be gentle, don't touch. Be gentle, don't touch."

Aunt Dou said anxiously from the side: "Mr. Xiao Song, look at what's going on here and how to cure it."

Song Yu was speechless.

This is when the wax man became Dou Lao Er, but Dou Lao Er's soul was gone.

Because they are wax figures, they cannot be bumped or touched.

What's more, because he is already dead, his body exudes a rotten smell. If he touches it, the rotten flesh that was already about to fall off will fall to the ground.

This spirit is low-level and complex, and cannot keep the body from decaying.

Song Yu knew that Dou Laoer was shy and afraid of people, not just ordinary people. Sometimes when she called him, he was so ashamed that he felt as if he had been molested.

This kid just died like that.

Aunt Dou looked at Song Yu, hoping that she could take out a charm, a handful of glutinous rice, or pour a pot of dog blood on her to cure her son.

However, Song Yu just shook his head.

She has a mouth that is good at cursing, but she really doesn't know what to say when she wants to comfort people.

You can't say that if you give her name, you can get a discount on the coffin.

In Aunt Dou's opinion, her shaking head was so desperate and sad that it could knock down a woman in an instant.

Living in this world, the three realms are really unstable, like a house on fire, full of suffering, and very scary.

(End of this chapter)