The ghost-catching princess, she always pretends to be weak

"Whose Gu breeding room is that place?"

Could it be that the Gu-raising rooms in the mansion are all a cover-up, and those Gu-raising rooms in inaccessible places are the real places they want to investigate?

"Lou Wu, take people out immediately to investigate. All things are interdependent. There must be someone who can detoxify the poisonous insects. Find them as well!"

Lu Xu subconsciously clenched the knife at his waist. It turned out that the previous assassination was nothing at all. The real crisis seemed to have just begun now.

Wen Jiu went to Ye Ziheng's room and saw him lying on the bed with a pale face. He was obviously not seriously injured, but his expression was so strange.

She seemed too childish.

Because Ye Ziheng is by her side, she always feels that she is still the junior sister of Qingyun Mountain, but she can still stand alone in Beijing.

She stood by Ye Ziheng's bed for a long time, secretly making up her mind, and took away the talisman on his desk when she walked out of the room.

People were coming and going on the street, and Wen Jiu had no intention of lingering. He casually picked up some food and went to the inn where he stayed for the first time.

The female ghost followed her silently. Wen Jiu became a little angry and turned around and entered the alley.

"If I hadn't helped you find out the cause of death, my senior brother wouldn't have been poisoned."

"It's useless for you to follow me now. Even if I want to help you, my senior brother's life or death is uncertain, so I must help him get rid of the poison first."

"If you really want to seek justice for yourself, why not give us more hints? If you just follow us without saying anything or doing anything, I really..."

A strange wind blew behind me.

The alley is winding and winding, and there is no draft.

Wen Jiu subconsciously turned his head, and under the eaves not far away, a black shadow gradually became clear.

It's him?

The brim of the black hat almost covered half of his face, but you could still see that the man's complexion was pale, as if he had crawled out of a coffin.

"It's you?"

"it's me."

I have never met him before, but I feel like I have seen him thousands of times.

This is The Extraditer and The Ghost Hunters.

"She didn't turn into an evil spirit. Why didn't you take her away after you saw her many times?"

"I'm helping you."

"help me?"

"If I take her away, you won't be able to do what you want to do, what your master wants to do, and what your friends want to do."

There was a hint of inquiry in Wen Jiu's eyes: "You are just extraditing people, how do you know what we want to do?"

The man raised his lips slightly and mocked: "I am everywhere and know everything, but you, I overestimate you."

Jiang Qian would not smile like him, nor would he speak in such a weird way.

So Jiang Chi is in the capital, and he is here.

Because speaking is not flattering.

"What are you looking for me for?" Wen Jiu went straight to the point. Since he appeared here, he must be here for himself. He couldn't be just to ridicule himself.

The man leaned against the door and said calmly, "I don't have the habit of accepting outsiders. There is a witch doctor I know on the easternmost side of this barbaric ridge. Maybe you can go find him."

Don’t you have the habit of accepting outsiders?

Brother won't die? He is helping himself.

Wen Jiu saw that the black shadow began to fade away, and subconsciously asked: "Why are you helping me?"

"Entrusted by others." Entrusted by Jiang Chi.

Before going out today, she had tried to summon Jiang Chi in her room, but she didn't see the ghost until the talisman burned out.

"Thank you."

Wen Jiu faced the door that had long since lost its figure, and turned to look at the female ghost that was riddled with holes: "Don't worry, since I want to help you, I won't give up halfway, even if...even if you reincarnate first, I will also help you find out.”

After saying that, she quickly walked out of the alley, looked around, and walked straight to the east.

The easternmost witch doctor.

Wen Jiu, who was at the far east, stared blankly at the place in front of him. This place seemed to be the poorest place in Manling.

Flowers, plants and trees can be seen everywhere in southern Xinjiang, and even the market is covered with greenery, but here there are naked dark brown sand dunes, like a desert in an oasis, lifeless.

The dirty and hot smoke and the extremely crude shelter not far away made Wen Jiu unable to believe that a witch doctor who could cure hundreds of poisons would live here.

She stepped on the muddy black soil, and there were resting places simply built with rags, straw and dead trees everywhere. They were not even taller than a person, and they were crowded together.

"Hurry back, hurry back, this is not the place where you and the little girl should come."

The speaker was lying under a dead tree nearby, holding a gourd in his hand, filled with water or wine.

Wen Jiu paused, and after finally seeing someone who left without bowing his head, how could she not ask a few more questions: "Grandpa, is there a witch doctor living here?"

There was a glint in the little old man's cloudy eyes, which quickly dimmed: "Where did the witch doctor come from? There are some bad people here. Leave quickly and don't dirty the ground here."

Dirty the ground here?

Wen Jiu glanced at his skirt, which had long been stained by the mud, let alone his shoes.

She continued to chat: "What do you mean by a bad person?"

The little old man said nothing and took a sip of the contents of the gourd: "Good wine. Good wine!"

Wen Jiu suddenly had an idea and walked under the tree: "I smell your wine, it's just average."

The little old man became energetic and sober: "Average? Do you have any better wine?"

Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows pretending to be proud: "I come from Beijing. There is no good wine in Beijing. If you want to drink, I will bring a few bottles."

The little old man opened his mouth, but as if he had thought of something, he lay down even more flatly: "It doesn't matter whether it works or not, don't lie to me."

Wen Jiu handed over the food in his hand: "How could I lie to you? If you take me to find the witch doctor, I will make sure you have endless wine. I will do what I say."

The little old man returned to his careless demeanor: "I told you there is no witch doctor here, so you have to do it."

Wen Jiu glanced at the people coming and going not far away. Although their clothes were a little ragged, they didn't look like people in poor health.

She glanced at the little old man and felt a sudden change in her heart. Life is just a gamble: "If this place is like what you said, there are some bad people living here. I see that everyone is in good spirits now. There must be someone there." Miaoshou is rejuvenated.”

"Old man, my brother is in danger. If you can help me this time, no matter what you ask me to do in the future, I will do my best to help you."

"That piece of jade on your waist is nice."

Wen Jiu subconsciously glanced at his jade pendant, the Ghost Hunting Order.

"this is not OK."

The little old man sneered and said: "Okay, okay, just now I let the little old man talk about everything, but he changed his mind as soon as he finished speaking."

Wen Jiu gritted his teeth and took off the ghost hunting order: "If you can rescue my senior brother, I will give this to you."

"really?"

"You agreed?" Wen Jiu guessed correctly, this little old man is the witch doctor.

"Little girl, you do have some eyesight. Why don't you tell me how you recognized me?"