The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Chapter 17: Black and White Impermanence
The ghost pregnant woman pulled one of the girl's tentacles, and the two looked at each other, seeing the firmness in each other's eyes.

The pregnant woman looked at Yan Qiao again, and said, "We all listen to you."

Yan Qiao nodded and tore a hole in the air with his bare hands.

Song Shiyan could feel the terrifying aura within it at a glance.

It was extremely cold.

Song Shiyan subconsciously took half a step back from the yin qi blowing towards his face, his complexion turned pale.

Not only people are afraid, but ghosts are also afraid.

The door to hell is not so easy to open, so holding on for one more second depends on Yan Qiao's spiritual power.

Looking at the gap that gradually stopped expanding in mid-air, Yan Qiao looked at the ghost pregnant woman and Xiaoxue.

The voice is faint: "Don't resist."

Although the two ghosts didn't know why, they nodded obediently and followed suit.

Yan Qiao made a tactic with both hands, and a spiritual force instantly enveloped the two of them, turning the two of them into a small ball.

Then she flipped her hands and took out the little balls that held those devils before.

Raising his hand, he aimed the two small balls at the gap in mid-air and threw them over.

This operation left Song Shiyan dumbfounded.

How can you still do this?
Is it because he doesn't understand, or is it that all the masters in this industry have this style?
Throwing all the ghosts in the field into it, Yan Qiao clapped his hands and was about to close the gap.

Suddenly, she frowned.

"Humph, you can count on me to catch you, grandpa."

"You were the one who threw a lot of ghosts in when we were on vacation last time."

The first one to speak out was Bai Wuchang.

He was also the one who stabilized the gap that was about to close, and even got out of it himself.

"Your ghost door is too small, it's a bit crowded, remember to open it wider next time."

Bai Wuchang adjusted his robe and smiled at Yan Qiao.

Seeing Bai Wuchang smiling at her, Yan Qiao silently took a step back.

Bai Wuchang's face and smile are indeed a bit scary, even worse than the ghost pregnant woman.

Seeing that Yan Qiao was looking at him vigilantly without answering, Bai Wuchang curled his lips.

When he turned his head, he saw Song Shiyan shrinking behind Yan Qiao, and his brows frowned suddenly.

"Huh? Why do you lose so much luck, kid?"

Song Shiyan's heart was full of sadness, before the shock of the ghost pregnant woman and Xiaoxue was over, he saw black and white impermanence again.

His mental endurance is really not good!
If this continues, his heart will explode.

Although Song Shiyan was scared, he still chose to answer Bai Wuchang.

"Helping people deliver babies brings blessings to others."

A few simple words, but suddenly aroused Bai Wuchang's vigilance.

Just when he was about to ask something, he was interrupted by Hei Wuchang on the side.

"You helped him."

What Hei Wuchang said was a declarative sentence.

He looked at Yan Qiao with a cold expression.

Yan Qiao raised her eyes to look at him, and said in a cold voice, "Are you very busy in the underworld?"

"how do you know?"

Bai Wuchang bent his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth in an upward arc, and lowered his long tongue.

It looks very evil.

Yan Qiao looked away from him and looked at Hei Wuchang.

"Hundreds of baby girl souls are stranded in the world and are being used by others, so I am just making a reasonable guess."

"But all the babies you threw in were male babies?" Bai Wuchang said first.

Hei Wuchang glanced at him lightly and said.

"It's related to the pregnant ghost, Yin and Yang are reversed."

"Huh? Wasn't this thing lost hundreds of years ago?"

Bai Wuchang was a little surprised at once, he still knew a lot after being a ghost messenger for hundreds of years.

Heiwuchang only shook his head at him.

"Yan Qiao, you are very special and powerful, so you should protect this world."

"You don't have to work hard to open the ghost door if you catch a ghost in the future, just call us."

Bai Wuchang looked at Yan Qiao with a smile. Hei Wuchang stood beside him and did not express any opinions on his words.

"I can't do anything to protect the human world."

Yan Qiao shook her head directly, that's not where her Dao heart lies.

She only cares about herself.

What other people do has nothing to do with her.

She can help some people within her ability.

But she's not a virgin, willing to sacrifice herself for someone she's not related to.

Bai Wuchang glanced at the faint light of merit on her body, and said seductively:
"This is a good job. If you do it well, Heaven will give you a lot of merit."

"How people in the world are, essentially has nothing to do with me."

Yan Qiao's expression was still calm.

"..."

Why is this person so hard to fool?
Bai Wuchang was a little annoyed and stared at Yan Qiao again and again.

I'm really curious about how this man looks different from those Taoist priests.

Those Taoist priests are obviously tempting one by one.

No matter what Bai Wuchang said, Yan Qiao never wavered.

Finally, Bai Wuchang reluctantly took out a stick of incense and handed it to Yan Qiao, saying:
"Next time you come to see us, you can just light this incense."

She didn't refuse Yan Qiao. She didn't have to bother to open the ghost door and had to work as a coolie. She was eager to do so.

As soon as Black and White Impermanence left, the temperature here slowly recovered.

Song Shiyan could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Just watching Yan Qiao negotiate with Black and White Wuchang made his scalp numb.

He simply couldn't bear it if it was changed. I didn't expect Yan Qiao to be so persistent.

"you……"

Song Shiyan stared at Yan Qiao's profile, and was about to speak subconsciously, but was suddenly interrupted by Yan Qiao.

"Remember to transfer the money to me at the market price."

Yan Qiao glanced at him again while talking: "You don't need me to take you back, do you?"

"I might still..." needed.

But before he finished speaking, Yan Qiao waved at him, and he had already walked a long way.

Song Shiyan stood on the spot and looked at Yan Qiao's leaving back, and smiled helplessly.

The evil ghost disappeared, and so did the evil spirits.

The mobile phone signal was finally restored.

Song Shiyan picked up his cell phone and made a call.

"Okay, young master, I'll pick you up right now."

Although Uncle Fu was confused as to why his young master suddenly asked him to pick him up, he quickly prepared his car and arrived at the place designated by Song Shiyan.

Yan Qiao stood at the bus stop and glanced at the phone casually.

The current time is 35:[-] AM.

A number of notifications for messages and missed calls follow.

Almost all calls were from Yan Wenli.

"pat"

As for Yan Wenli, Yan Qiao doesn't want to pay attention to her for the time being.

For her messages and phone calls, I will not even read a word.

"Go to Longzhou Lane."

Yan Qiao stopped a taxi casually and said without raising his head.

"Take back that disgusting look of yours, you probably don't want to know the consequences."

Feel the silence in front of you and the sticky eyes.

Yan Qiao raised her eyelids lightly, put her right fingertips together, and a very faint aura fell in front of her.

"Ahhh"

A scream rang out.

After a while, the Yin Qi in front suddenly converged.

(End of this chapter)