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Chapter 65 Eating and drinking Huang Xikong

Wan Wan took out the doll that Hei Wuchang gave her, Huang Xikong suddenly got up and floated out of the window: "I'll go out first."

Xia Zhihuai watched Huang Xikong disappear in the blink of an eye, chuckled and said, "Why does he always run away when you are looking for a ghost?"

Wanwan looked away, not surprised at all.

"He's a lone ghost on the list of fugitives in the underworld, so of course he doesn't want to meet ghost messengers head-on."

"He has been a thousand-year-old ghost, and ordinary ghost messengers shouldn't be able to deal with him, right?" Xia Zhihuai pondered.

Wanwan nodded: "General ghost messengers really can't do anything about him, but they will record him when they encounter them. Once a ghost is on the escape list of the underworld, even if it is the emperor's grandmother, the King of Hades will not be extra merciful. And there are special ghosts in the underworld. The tolerance of catching this kind of ghost who slipped through the net, resisting arrest, and the sentence will be heavier when he goes to the underworld in the future."

"Huang Xikong's situation is special, so we should take it into consideration, right?"

Maybe, but Wanwan didn't care about this, she had already injected spiritual energy into the doll, and said with a flat mouth: "He doesn't want to go to the underworld now, and he doesn't want to meet ghost messengers, probably because he wants to take revenge."

"Revenge?" Xia Zhihuai was a little confused, "He has been dead for thousands of years, and his enemy must have died long ago, so revenge should be found in the underworld."

Wan Wan pursed her lips and shook her head.

She heard about this from the little ghost in the ghost the other day.

Uncle Huang's enemy didn't go to the underworld, so he should also stay in the world, or... in the Jin tomb that has not been fully protected and excavated.

Emperor Xu did many evils during his lifetime, how dare he go to the underworld to report after his death.

So before he died, he would definitely try his best to avoid the ghost messenger who came to collect his soul after death.

Huang Xikong was a courtier of Emperor Xu and slept with him, so he could guess what Emperor Xu was thinking.

The deadly enemy is still in the world, how could Huang Xikong go to the underworld to reincarnate.

He is absolutely unwilling to let the culprit who killed his wife and fellow clan go unpunished.

As the temperature in the room dropped, Xia Zhihuai knew that the ghost messenger was coming, so he didn't continue to ask.

Fan Wujiu was standing in the living room wearing a black robe, with a black seductive rope wrapped around his arm.

"I've seen the little adults."

Wanwan looked at Fan Wujiu, and immediately smiled, "Hello, Uncle Fan."

"What are you looking for, my lord?"

Wan Wan dragged the unlucky ghost who was squatting in the corner to her front: "I caught one of the unlucky ghosts."

Fan Wujiu put the noose around the neck of the unlucky ghost, took out the tablet and scanned it: "Li Cha, your life is not over yet?"

Yangshou is not over?

Fan Wujiu's originally mild expression suddenly became serious.

"He was killed by a cultivator?" Fan Wujiu asked.

Wanwan shook her head: "I don't know about that either. I caught it because my brother was given a luck spell a while ago, and this unlucky ghost has been following him, and he can't be driven away."

Fan Wujiu checked the unlucky ghost: "It has no self-awareness."

Wanwan nodded, and truthfully told him Huang Xikong's previous analysis: "It should be caught and turned into a low-level ghost servant, but we don't have many useful clues right now."

Let's hide the matter of the evil spirit first, otherwise Uncle Li Gui will be exposed.

"Who is the one who gave your brother the luck spell?" Fan Wujiu felt that this matter must be investigated.

There are not many people who cultivate the Xuan and Dao, but the various strengths are not something ordinary people can resist. Once a black sheep appears... it will inevitably cause more innocent people to die in vain. This is a very serious matter for the underworld. matter.

Xia Zhihuai said by himself, "It's a former colleague of mine named Huo Zhe."

"I'll take this unlucky ghost home first, and after I report to Hades, I will send ghost messengers to investigate."

Wan Wan immediately nodded her head: "Okay, Uncle Fan has worked hard."

After seeing off Fan Wujiu, Xia Zhihuai and Wanwan finally settled down.

Xia Zhihuai touched the temperature of the bottle, and flicked Wanwan's forehead: "Go wash your hands, and then drink the milk."

Wanwan rubbed her forehead, then ran to the bathroom to wash her hands.

After returning, Huang Xikong had already sat on the sofa again, like a second uncle, he completely regarded this place as his own territory.

Xia Zhihuai hugged Wanwan to sit on the sofa, and handed her the bottle.

Wanwan immediately hugged the warm milk with both hands, staring at Huang Xikong with big eyes.

"What are you watching?" Huang Xikong turned the TV back to cartoons and asked a little uncomfortable.

Wanwan: "When are you going to take revenge?"

Huang Xikong: "I don't know."

Wanwan: "Are you going to stay at my house all the time?"

Huang Xikong: "I'll help you with your affairs, and you take care of food and housing. What's the problem?"

"You just helped me get a pendant. I paid you three Yin Gathering Talismans, which is enough." Huang Xikong stared at her condescendingly: "There is still a big meal left, and I also caught the unlucky guy."

Wanwan was not convinced, she didn't need him to take action, in fact, she could easily catch the unlucky ghost.

"One cannot be too ungrateful."

Huang Xikong raised his hand and knocked on her forehead, feeling that the place where he touched was burning, so he retracted immediately.

Wanwan didn't want to support him.

Because it is not easy for my brother to raise her alone.

And this ghost is not good at production, and I feel that fighting is actually not very good, so relying on them is just eating rice.

Xia Zhihuai came out of the kitchen with a beer, nestled on the sofa and said, "Are you eating supper now, or will I order a table of takeaway for you tomorrow?"

Huang Xikong thought about it for a while: "Can't we have all of them?"

"I see that you are not in a good mood, so I can drink with you." Huang Xikong sincerely suggested.

Xia Zhihuai is indeed in a depressed mood at the moment, but he doesn't have any particularly good friends, especially in this downcast time, going out to drink will definitely be photographed by the media and become a trending search.

"Then I'll order more supper."

Xia Zhihuai didn't want to manage his figure anymore.

His career has now stopped at the bottom, and there is still a long way to go before he can return to his heyday. Let's indulge today.

Wanwan knew that she was not qualified to drink, so she raised the bottle: "Brother, I can drink with you!"

Xia Zhihuai couldn't help laughing: "Yes, what do you want to eat?"

Wanwan regained her senses immediately, crawled over from the sofa, and sat beside him looking at her phone.

Huang Xikong was also very curious, and floated behind the two of them, poking his head to look at the phone interface in his hand.

"Order this barbecue tendon."

"And this, grilled eggplant and green peppers..."

"I want to eat sixtieth."

"How about grilled fish and snails?"

The two huddled together and argued endlessly.

After Xia Zhihuai placed the order, looking at the pile of things on the list, he couldn't help but have black lines all over his head.

"So many, can we finish eating?"

"It's enough to eat." Wanwan patted her belly to assure, then pointed to Huang Xikong and said, "Uncle Li Gui ordered the most."

"No matter how much you eat the tribute, you won't feel full." Huang Xikong said complacently.

"It's a waste." Wanwan complained, banging on the sofa.

It was all my brother's little money.

Huang Xikong: "I'm here to drink with your brother, to relieve worries and boredom."

Wanwan: "Eat and drink."

Xia Zhihuai rolled his eyes: "Thank you very much."

Huang Xikong floated to the sofa and sat down: "You're welcome."

Xia Zhihuai was speechless: ...Smelly shameless guy.

"The underworld sent ghost messengers to investigate Huo Zhe, can they find anything?"

While waiting for supper, Xia Zhihuai thought of what happened just now, and couldn't help raising doubts in his heart.

Huang Xikong shook his head: "It's not good for ghosts to interfere with human affairs. They should go to the Taoist sect to investigate this matter in the end."

"Huo Zhe doesn't know how to do magic tricks like that. The evil image and evil spirit in his hand... where did he get it?"

Huang Xikong hooked his lips: "For sure."

Wanwan watched cartoons without interrupting.

"If the Taoist sect really wants to find out the truth about this matter, maybe they can pull out radishes and bring out mud, and catch several big fish."

Huang Xikong hates these evil cultivators and those who do not do their jobs properly.

He thought that it would be over once he died, at least ashes return to ashes, and those bad things will be settled in the underworld.

But it never occurred to Emperor Xu that he would find so many people who practiced the Tao without doing business properly, and sealed his soul in the tomb with that insidious method, so that he would not be born for a thousand years.

This feud has long been irreconcilable.

Not only the Emperor Xu, but also those demons who helped the evildoers.

(End of this chapter)