Chapter 218 Pretty Good

The cave was blown up, and Ning Mingmei judged that there would definitely be ghost cultivators coming to check it out. He could only ask Gui Ruoxue and Lian Chengyue to set up secret codes for contact, and let Huang Zhutao prepare for the transfer.

Before the transfer, Ning Mingmei said to the ghost cultivator he had tied up: "I have a very important question to ask you."

The ghost cultivator sneered: "You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you!"

An expression of pride and unyieldingness.

Ning Mingmei said: "Why are you saying such bloody words? I'm asking where your private vault is."

Ghost Cultivator: ...

Over the past eight years, Ning Mingmei has developed a new spell - a spell that allows his special Qiankun bag to read and use other people's warehouses at the fastest speed. The driving force behind this research came from the collapse of the ancient secret realm. As the housing prices in Qingji Sect soared, Ning Mingmei would always feel upset and unable to give up whenever he thought of the fact that he had not dug up all the land in the ancient secret realm and the hundreds of billions he had lost.

But today, Ning Mingmei regained his lost dignity. He ordered Gui Ruoxue to pack up his belongings.

Gui Ruoxue was shocked: "You ordered me around?"

Shi Ruzhuo roared in Lian Chengyue's head: "He is actually ordering Gui Ruoxue around?!"

Ning Mingmei didn't even blink: "Wig, the person I trust the most here is you..."

Gui Ruoxue's face darkened, and then she set off with a happy face. Lian Chengyue said at this moment: "Ning Xianzun, I can also..."

Ning Mingmei glanced at the slap mark on his face and said, "You are not my disciple yet."

What I mean is that as an outsider, you should stop talking nonsense here.

Lian Chengyue's face suddenly became very happy - so happy that it made Ning Mingmei feel a little creepy.

Ning Mingmei turned and left, speechless. He prepared to interrogate the Shuiqin ghost cultivator to calm himself down. Lian Chengyue was still there at this moment, accepting the compliments from Shi Ruzhuo.

Shi Ruzhuo said: "You finally did a good thing for me. Thank you."

Lian Chengyue: "Old Senior, I'm not doing this for you. I'm very sad because Immortal Ning didn't let me help him with his work."

What kind of pervert would be sad because he can't work!

Shi Ruzhuo no longer wanted to be shocked. This was how it was to talk to Lian Chengyue. If he kept being shocked, he would never be able to speak. In order to interrupt Lian Chengyue's language spell, Shi Ruzhuo could only accept his logic first: "You look so happy. Do you think I'm blind?"

Lian Chengyue said: "Ning Xianzun said that I am 'not his disciple yet', what he meant is that I have the opportunity to become his disciple in the future!"

Shi Ruzhuo: ...

Lian Chengyue, you are really good at picking candies!

"Old senior." Lian Chengyue suddenly said, "Come to think of it, have you realized it?"

?

Lian Chengyue: "Gui Ruoxue is now a leader in the discipline, a member of the standing committee of the Back Mountain of Piaomiao Peak, the chairman of XXX, the owner of eight apartments, and a senior engineer. And you..."

He is just an illiterate old grandfather who follows middle school students and doesn't even have a pension.

Shi Ruzhuo: ...

"How dare you say that!" Shi Ruzhuo was furious, and suddenly felt a great pressure. "If you work harder, even if it means becoming a college student, I will become strong enough when you climb high enough!"

Lian Chengyue: "I think so too. If you want to catch up with Gui Ruoxue, you must provide me with more help."

Shi Ruzhuo felt that what Lian Chengyue said made sense, but he also suspected that he had been tricked by Lian Chengyue.

Here, Gui Ruoxue confiscated all the property of Shuiqin. Over there, the ghost cultivator Shuiqin was still cursing Ning Mingmei. She sneered, "You noble and upright people usually look so dignified. Now your true colors have finally been revealed!"

Ning Mingmei: "Well said. Are there any hidden accounts and assets? Give me V and I will unlock more ugly true faces."

Water piano girl: ...

How could some people be proud of it instead of being ashamed?

Ning Mingmei packed up his belongings and ran away with Shuiqin. But along the way, the ghost cultivator seemed to be determined to die rather than surrender, and did not give them the map at all.

She said, "The ghost world is full of dangers. If you don't get instructions, you may die anywhere. If you want to know..."

Just let me go.

Ning Mingmei: "When in doubt, choose B. Run north, run fast."

——That direction is the old ghost palace! ! It’s Wangchuan! !

Ning Mingmei said: "Then run east. The east is fine."

——Over there is the most dangerous mass grave swamp in the ghost world! !

Ning Mingmei said, "North is not possible? Then run south. Back to the human world."

——That direction is not okay either! ! It can be fatal! !

Ning Mingmei: "Just run due west, okay? Stop talking so much nonsense..."

Shuiqin Guixiu said: "...The west direction is not a good option! That's where Fengshihou is. We can hide in a city."

"Marquis Fengshi?" Ning Mingmei asked, "What grudge do you have against him?"

Shuiqin Ghost Cultivator was shocked, but tried to remain calm: "What kind of holiday could there be?"

"For example, the water harp next to you." Ning Mingmei asked, "Where did you steal it from?"

…

The streets of the ghost world looked like they had been bombarded by war countless times. He also likes to hang red and white lanterns, but it is difficult to comment on his taste. Ning Mingmei and others concealed their breath, disguised themselves to be no different from people in the underworld, and occupied an empty house.

After everyone settled down, Ning Mingmei began to interrogate the ghost cultivator. The ghost cultivator couldn't wait to speak: "How do you know that this magic weapon is not originally mine?"

Ning Mingmei said, "First, you looked nervous when you heard about Fengshi Hou. I judged that you had a grudge against him."

Gui Xiu said: "He and I can have other conflicts."

Ning Mingmei said: "It's because this water harp looks very special. It doesn't look like something you can forge."

Gui Xiudao: "Why not? This doesn't make sense."

Ning Mingmei said, "Do you really want me to tell the truth? The truth is that you are too inexperienced and you haven't fully utilized the water harp's effectiveness."

Ghost Cultivator: ...

Ning Mingmei observed the water harp carefully. This water piano has a special structure, and its cavity is actually filled with water from the Forgotten River. The outer shell of the water harp is made of gold, and its bow is made of wood.

As he became closer with Lu Mengqing, Ning Mingmei gradually understood some of the key points of sound cultivation: if a sound cultivator wants to be powerful enough, the core position of his natal magic weapon must be in line with his own attributes. For example, music practitioners who belong to the metal element often use chimes whose two sound-producing parts, the bell and the bell tongue, are made of metal. If they are asked to play bamboo flutes, the effect will be greatly reduced.

But when Ning Mingmei took a closer look, he found that this water piano actually had three basic attributes: water, gold, and wood. Moreover, Ning Mingmei had never heard of this strange musical instrument before.

He then took a few photos and sent them to Lu Mengqing via email - after all, Yanyun Tower was the most famous music center in the entire world of immortal cultivation. If this musical instrument was manufactured by Yanyunlou, Yanyunlou can just come and pursue the patent liability of the ghost world. If this musical instrument was not manufactured by Yanyunlou, Yanyunlou could just register a patent and then hold the ghost world accountable for the patent.

The signal in the ghost world is really bad. Ning Mingmei used up all his strength from the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and it took him a long time to send the picture out. The ghost cultivator watched his actions with wide eyes, seeming to be greatly shocked.

Ning Mingmei then remembered that wild places like the ghost world had not yet been baptized by modern science.

Ning Mingmei sent the message leisurely, drank some Coke, and played a few connect-the-dots games.

Soon, Shuiqin Guixiu's eyes were almost glued to his phone screen.

Ning Mingmei asked, "Very interested?"

Ghost Cultivator: “Heh.”

Ning Mingmei said: "I am not interested in the grooms you killed. Tell me where this water harp came from, and I will not only let you go, but also give you a mobile phone - could it be that you stole this water harp from Fengshi Hou?"

"Him?" The ghost cultivator's voice was full of contempt, "From him..."

"It doesn't look like it came from Fengshi Hou." Ning Mingmei said thoughtfully, "So..."

"You must have stolen it from the old Ghost King's Palace."

The ghost cultivator suddenly looked up. She looked at Ning Mingmei in shock. At this moment, the person in front of him seemed to have an aura of great wisdom and demonic aura.

Ning Mingmei asked: "If I'm not mistaken, there is some relationship between you and Fengshi Hou?"

…

This cave is indeed a good hiding place. Mu Hanshan therefore had no intention of leaving here.

Mu Hanshan set up a ban at the entrance of the cave. He thought to himself, Chang Feichang was so careless that he didn't even set up any restrictions. It seemed that he was indeed seriously injured before.

Then he returned to the cave. The boy leaned against the stone wall, his eyes moving as he moved.

His eyes were half closed, and he was obviously a little exhausted, but his thin lips were pursed. From beginning to end, he didn't say a word.

Mu Hanshan cast a little lighting spell. The cave and the people inside it were then illuminated. He noticed that Chang Feichang's complexion was extremely pale, but his face was abnormally red, probably because he had a fever due to his injuries. The boy was still wearing gray clothes, but the cloth around his abdomen had been stained with blood and had turned a little black.

It turned black, but no new blood flowed out. It seems that the bleeding has finally stopped. If he didn't show up, in a few days Chang Feichang would have crawled out of the cave as if nothing had happened, or like a stray cat.

After his master left Qingji Sect, he turned himself into this state. Mu Hanshan thought expressionlessly.

He was a little angry, a little sympathetic, and a little calm.

So calm that it seemed as if he had been cut into two. One of them was looking down at him from high in the sky.

Mu Hanshan has the habit of carrying medicine with him. At this moment, he squatted beside Chang Feichang and took out pills and powder from his Qiankun bag. Chang Feichang no longer had the strength to move. Mu Hanshan placed a few pills on his lips and he just looked at it.

Mu Hanshan wasn't sure whether he was conscious now.

"Master, long time no see. Don't you want to say something to me?" Mu Hanshan said softly.

He still calls him Master. Because this name is the most appropriate. He was also wondering whether the seriously injured Chang Feichang could still recognize him now.

When Chang Feichang thrust the sword through his chest without hesitation, he probably recognized him at the first moment.

Even so, he did it anyway.

It felt like there were black thorns growing in my heart. Mu Hanshan thought that now was not a good time to ask "why".

He just squatted there, holding out his hand.

"……fine."

After a long time, he heard Chang speak very softly.

Mu Hanshan was stunned at first. When he realized what Chang Feichang was saying and what he was referring to, he felt an earth-shattering rage.

The author has something to say:

Chang Feichang: I’m married, and that’s good.