Inner Demons

The old beggar was stumbled by Li Yunxin to the entrance of the alley and stood firmly on the wall, turning around to find the fairy.

But the night has come completely, he can only see a hazy light, but can’t tell the silhouette.

Thinking of the immortal’s words, I looked left and right subconsciously, folded the drawing paper cautiously, and put it in my arms.

However…it can’t stop it anymore.

This one.

Not an ordinary painting.

Even after more than a dozen steps or dozens of steps away, the brilliant painter can still see…

The spirit strength is surging!

This is… a rare volume.

As soon as the old man entered the alley, those who were fishing for sour soup by the river bank felt something was wrong.

At first, the sour soup was quite delicious. But gradually there were more people eating, and the taste became weak. After dozens of people have eaten it, others will eat it later…

The taste is no different from river water!

After a few breaths, there are no more lotus lanterns floating in the upper reaches, and the light of the lotus lanterns downstream gradually dim, and this Liuhe becomes a dull area again.

People who were over-excited because of the mysterious incident just now remembered to find the young and handsome fairy master, but they were long gone. Then I was upset…what sour soup? why not ask for a charm from the fairy!

But the hawker smiled openly by the river—he had eaten four bowls, and he had to vomit before he could stop. Then I went to collect those porcelain bowls. After receiving a dozen of them, I couldn’t hold them anymore-they smashed all those that couldn’t be taken away, and didn’t want to make others cheaper.

When a group of people walked up the river bank again, he also triumphantly held the bowl and walked back to his stall.

But after a few breaths, the people who were still talking about this miraculous thing suddenly heard a horrible howl from the vendor.

I saw him sitting behind the stall, crying while patting his thighs–

“The Taoist priests killed that day, all of you just ate my sour soup! The bowl is mine too! I smashed a dozen of them for nothing!”

After crying for a while, I suddenly got up to pull people: “Don’t leave, don’t leave, whoever eats mine, will I am coming!”

But no one pays attention to him—people who suddenly realized that they all sneered, sighed, and stunned while avoiding him and ran away!

At this time…

Old Beggar was stopped in the alley.

The imposing manner of the visitor…different from those who were waiting near Li Yunxin and waiting for him to paint.

This is a calm and steady man, wearing a black clothed suit. His face was covered by a black cloth, and he held a dagger in his hand.

Jumped down at the corner of the alley, kicked old fogey to the ground, and then put his hand in his arms.

beggar…I remembered what Li Yunxin had said before, and I was crazy immediately, covering my chest with my hand, and said: “The fairy promises me, the fairy promises me—come…ah.”

The sound stopped abruptly.

When the masked man saw him making a noise, he silently and forcefully pressed his hands to his chest, and cut his throat with just one knife.

Clean and crisp, without any hesitation, the technique is very beautiful.

He then extended the hand and cautiously took the painting out of the arms of old Beggar. After confirming that it was the original painting again and again, I rolled it up and put it in a kit and put it in my arms. Then he threw the dagger next to the corpse, tore off the face towel, and tore off the black clothed body, and threw it next to the old man’s corpse.

After doing all this, this masked man…

Only after striding out of the alley with a solemn face, he looked left and right with extremely vigilant eyes and pulled A passerby sternly said: “Go to the government office immediately and call me someone! There is a murder case!”

The passerby who was suddenly pulled by was about to have an attack, but he saw this person’s soapy clothes. speech. After seeing his face carefully, he hurriedly said: “Ah…it’s Yin Constable! You are…”

“Less nonsense. Murder case. Go!” He finished. With a hard push, the passerby dared not speak anymore and ran away quickly.

Yin Pingzhi waved away a few pedestrians who were about to turn into the alley. He stood there with a gloomy face, and said again: “Murder case. No people waiting to enter. Stand three feet away! “

So a crime scene was protected by Yin Constable who happened to pass by. In a short while, the public man in the house arrived. This place was not under the jurisdiction of Liuhe Mansion, but Yin Pingzhi found out about this and helped them a lot. So after thanking him, he politely sent away Yin Pingzhi.

The murderer carried such a rare scroll… in a majestic place, walking along Nagato Street, to the backstreet of the prefect Yamen.

The government office is an important place, and the neighborhood is always clean. He looked at both ends of the back street, and there was no one, only a slight chill was felt. So he touched his neck, reached out and knocked on the door three times.

The door opened. Seeing that it was him, a small servant opened the door wider.

Yin Pingzhi stepped in and turned around to cover the door.

But in reality…he is not the only one who came in.

The dead soul of old beggar, with a blood-red knife mark in his throat, also went in with him.

The moment he died…

The dead soul stood up from his body. With just such a daze, the so sophisticated old man realized… that he was dead.

He was stunned there, and after a while he remembered, and only remembered one thing–

The fairy promised me a long life! !

This strong obsession made his original soul and body suddenly become clearer. Without thinking, he pounced on Yin Pingzhi’s body, hands and feet and used the ground to climb him, ride on his back, and continuously draw into his arms——

Give me back! ! I wish to live forever! !

But whether this ghost or Yin Pingzhi or anyone who is good at observing will not find in the alley, there are actually two more.

“From my point of view, alas, that Li Yunxin, and that demon head are actually the same people. Both are Human Demon. Tsk tsk.” Bai Yanjun screamed, taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune Said, “Wish to live forever? Aiya, is this inconvenience longevity? jié jié jié… He gave this old fogey a bun, which is the result of fate… We can’t get it again.”

Hei Yanjun thought about it coldly, and repeated Bai Yanjun’s words in an agreeable tone: “It is indeed a Human Demon. But this time…is it possible that is really good intentions by the way “

He turned his gaze to the ghost of old fogey again: “This man. A lifetime of suffering, is considered to be worthy of the slaughter of pigs by his ancestors. But now, it is also considered extreme sorrow turns to joy. Compensate him for saving five lives in the past. From now on… it will be his good fortune.”

“Go. The emperor who left the country died in a quarter of an hour. Lead him.”

So this old beggar dead soul that has not been hooked away…they wrapped around Yin Pingzhi’s body and followed him all the way into the prefectural office.

But as soon as you enter this yamen, a kind of majestic and solemn “Force”, like Mount Tai, is pressing on the body of this ghost!

“Qi” and “Force”, in the eyes of cultivation people, are real things.

For example, this Weicheng city—inhabited by hundreds of thousands of people, the sun is soaring. The big ghost pierced the human skin and hid in this Weicheng. No matter how powerful the Nine Young Master’s mana is, it would be difficult to find it in the sky soaring.

Since it is a place where people live, there are activities such as life, death, marriage, marriage, and punishment. There will also be residential houses, commercial halls, Yi Village, government offices, etc.

Different patterns and different qi mechanisms have created the “qi” and “Force” of a city. In the eyes of feng shui people, a house is a life, and a big city is a giant beast with endless momentum!

And in this giant beast, in the body of this city, it is the core of the power of a city and the place where everyone fears-the government office.

As soon as you enter this government office, the solemn killing aura of soaring majesty will be crushed like mountains and oceans-the dead soul of old beggar, how can he withstand this powerful humanitarian force!

I was shocked on Yin Pingzhi’s back and his figure was blurred, and he was about to disperse.

But the ghost’s life should not be extinct-a stubborn obsession again remembered the “fairies gifting paintings and wishing for longevity”…and threw at that chest. His body is vague, like a candle in the wind. At this time, he fluttered again, and it really fell into his chest like a puff of smoke!

Then…

On the riverside in this “Shangyuan Tu” picture, there is an old man’s figure.