"The Thirteen Guardians have arrived, everyone get out of the way!" A ghost holding its head walked out first, and the head held at its waist shouted slogans to clear the road.
Behind them was a woman with a long tongue floating in the air, a burly black-faced man, a weak-looking scholar, and a woman in a red wedding dress, who looked like a ghost at night.
The merchant team was so frightened that they were stunned, but the man holding his nephew suddenly dropped him and took a few steps forward: "Thirteen Taibao! I know you! Living gods! Save my nephew!"
All the evil spirits stopped and looked at him. No one present dared to breathe. No one would dare to be stared at by such a group of hideous-looking guys.
"Oh? Your nephew..." A man in costume walked out slowly, pretended to calculate for a while, then frowned and said, "His life span is over. Who is looking for trouble in our territory?" A cold breath burst out.
Several evil spirits raised their hands and pointed at the merchant team at the same time, and those merchants turned their heads together, and a tall and thin ghost figure slowly appeared.
"You opera singer..."
Fang Zhiyi scratched his ears. "Do people in this age have no words for ghosts?" Before he could give the order, a group of demons and monsters rushed out, attacking in a familiar pattern. However, this time Fang Zhiyi didn't kill the evil spirit. He had recently discovered that the flow of ghost energy had similar patterns to those in the previous world of immortal cultivation. In other words, the resentment of these evil spirits could be absorbed.
He imitated the Taoist priests and took out a porcelain bottle, trying to put the slender evil spirit in it, but it was obviously impossible. However, their solution to the problem was simple. Since they couldn't passively take you in and you didn't get in, they would just beat you into getting in.
While beating the ghost here, Jingtian pulled Wang Sanyuan's soul floating in the air towards his body, and then carefully stuffed him in.
After everything was settled, Fang Zhiyi saluted the merchants and left with his men.
On the Shang side, Wang Sanyuan woke up, but he didn't remember anything that had just happened. The ghost wall also disappeared, and everyone was happy.
In the dilapidated temple, all the ghosts hesitated when they saw the unpalatable black meatballs in front of them. Only the water ghost picked it up, looked at it for a few seconds, and then his hand slipped and dropped it into his mouth.
"You don't want to disperse, do you? If not, then eat!" Fang Zhiyi ordered.
"But we don't want to exist like this forever..." Huang Shuren muttered as he ate the black balls made by the evil spirit.
"Don't worry, we're doing it." Fang Zhiyi just squinted his eyes and looked at them, but didn't tell them his plan.
Ma Xiuyun felt that things had been really bad recently. Whenever she and He Wei heard that there was a ghost somewhere, they would rush there, but either the people were frightened but nothing else happened, or the ghost had been killed by the Thirteen Protectors. This also led to He Wei's shop being unpopular, except that occasionally someone came to buy talismans or ask He Wei to look at Feng Shui, but when those customers saw that He Wei was so young, they turned around and left.
She also asked about the Thirteen Protectors, but no one could explain it clearly. They just said that they heard from others, or that I have a friend or something like that, Master Ma has lost confidence in her. He used to let her in, but now every time she went, he would use the excuse of being unwell to refuse to see her.
The villagers in Qinghe Town had forgotten that it was she and He Wei who saved them from the evil spirit. They just gossiped about her and He Wei every day, saying that they were shameless. However, Ma Xiuyun felt inexplicably happy when she heard this gossip.
After dinner, she wandered around aimlessly. Just as she was about to leave, she saw a man carrying a swaddling baby and putting it into the river. Ma Xiuyun was curious and hid behind the bridge pier to watch.
A baby's cry was heard.
The man, as if afraid of being overheard, reached out to cover the baby's mouth and said, "Stop crying! Blame it on you being a money-loser! Find a rich family in your next life!"
In fact, many people saw this happening. The villagers in Qinghe Town were gossipy and cold-blooded.
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