Chapter 56

Yugito Qiluan From then on, he has remembered those black eyes with a thin red ink color, and the warmth of his palms when they were gently rubbed.

The man usually does as he pleases. He first took charge of the Taoist temple, and then solved several strange incidents in nearby villages. He entered the ghost realm more and more times and accumulated a lot of experience, but he did not have a trace of evil spirit in his body.

But for Qi Luan, such a clean person cannot be controlled and used by him, and staying around a man for too long is not a good thing. From the chatter of these ghost exorcists, he learned the man's name and who he studied under. He was very familiar with the man's master. He was the "Yang Heimole" who solved the murder case of the business robbers and almost killed him. This old ghost exorcist.

Looking at Yang Heimie's apprentice again, he felt that the reason why the idiot was stupid was that he was different from the old man. He was an extremely warm-hearted stupid guy who often did uninterested and loss-making business.

Zhang Sheng came back very late last night, with white gauze wrapped around his arm and bleeding slightly. It looked like he had been injured by the "tourist" who had ripped out his heart. Qi Luan has caused a lot of troubles, so he naturally understands the origin of tourists. When people are on the verge of death, they can be cast into the third category of people who are not accepted outside the human world and the underworld by applying the most evil spell.

But this was the first time Zhang Sheng encountered this kind of strange curse. He clearly felt that the bridge repairman was haunted, but he could not find the entrance to the ghost realm for a long time. He saw the woman who asked him for help being emaciated by her husband. The torture drove him crazy, and he tried various ways to break the curse every day.

Those who become "tourists" are usually deliberately selected by evil gods.

Because he has certain talents, he cannot be allowed to enter the underworld, nor can he become an assistant to the ghost exorcist sect.

On the day the master died, the strange object that was originally intended to be given to Yang Heime as a gift became something that Zhang Sheng would never forget.

Zhang Sheng often talks to himself to him, and his words are thick and dense. Qi Luan can always fall asleep listening to the man's voice.

His fingers passed along the twenty-four mountains of the compass. Zhang Sheng looked from the east, put one leg on his knee and swayed his feet. He recalled the eight heavenly stems, twelve earthly branches and four hexagrams that Master had talked about, but suddenly found that the compass The lettering on it is blurry.

"...You shouldn't have picked this thing up and let the old man play with it after delaying your return!" The more Zhang Sheng looked at it, the more he felt that this thing was old. To say that the shops in the city were really lively, and there were several that specialized in foreign inventions. Among them was a pocket watch with a sophisticated design that seemed to be able to keep track of time.

After living in the mountains and forests for a long time, Zhang Sheng gradually forgot about the concept of time, so he stayed by the stream for a whole day without being urged or reminded, but it may be that he subconsciously did not dare to Go and remember.

After entering this industry, Zhang Sheng was often teased by his colleagues, and some of the dirty words and suspicions would reach the ears of his parents who lived in the city. Instead of getting angry, the couple argued with those who spread criticism. Zhang Yuan stood outside the house with a cigarette in his mouth and asked those people if they could not give birth to a son, so they came to corrupt my son.

It's just that he was a loser. After he became an adult, he became the only bachelor in the family. He was not good at business and had no ability to ask for a wife. He didn't even have the money to bring a few bottles of fine wine when he passed by to visit relatives.

Qi Luan was also curious about how Yang Heime's veins survived to this day.

Zhang Sheng, who took over the Taoist sect, turned from a senior brother to a master, but his ability to make money has deteriorated more and more. He eats fish or wild fruits all day long, and relies on trickery to solve the rest. The villagers reward him with rice.

Zhang Sheng was injured, and his disciples and disciples all advised him to go down the mountain and find a village doctor to take care of himself. If not, they had to kill a chicken to replenish his health. He still refused and picked up the sour wild fruits and swallowed them.

I could smell this idiot's sick breath from a long distance away, but I still pretended to be fine. At night, I was disturbed by the lingering evil spirit lingering around my body. I had nightmares one after another. I trembled and crawled under the quilt, waking up. Have a false alarm.

The arm injury scratched by the bridge repairman healed very slowly, and black blood oozed out from time to time. The heart-piercing pain forced Zhang Sheng to lie on his side. His back was covered in cold sweat, and he tightly wrapped himself in the corner of the quilt. wrap.

"It's so cold... There's no charcoal fire again... I don't know if Ayao and the others are cold..." Half asleep, Zhang Sheng muttered about the apprentice he had just taken in. The nearby village of Ru was washed away by the flood. The livestock and many people managed to survive by climbing up a tree trunk in the middle of the river, but the children's parents were all killed in this inexplicable flood.

The boy looked eight or nine years old. His memory was unclear but he could still remember the age when his parents died. Zhang Sheng stepped into the ghost land and put an end to the mystery in Ru Village. Before leaving, he took one more look at Lu Yao, who looked numb after crying. .

Zhang Sheng asked him: "What did you say to me when I went in?"

Lu Yao watched his eldest brother disappear from before his own eyes. In the blink of an eye, the fierce flood was stopped, and the original appearance of the village was revealed, falling into The crowd in the turbulent water climbed ashore to save their lives.

The boy stuttered a little and replied with evasive eyes: "I, I... I... I saw a... monster... behind you..."

Because of this sentence, Qi Luan especially hated the child Zhang Sheng brought back. , regardless of his age, which cannot be bullied, it cannot be said that he is a monster.

Perhaps it was because he saw that the idiot was wronged and suffered too much, Qi Luan did not kill him for a long time. Anyway, he followed the idiot into the ghost realm, and it was not troublesome to help him get rid of a few ghosts occasionally. Devouring the evil spirit was enough to make him recover. Physical strength, this is called mutual utilization.

"Monster?"

Zhang Sheng thought carefully and realized that the one that scared the child should be the one hidden in the compass he carried with him.

In the latter half of the night, he usually had the habit of going to the toilet, so he opened his eyes accidentally in the middle of the night and found an inhuman creature with a face full of broken teeth and tentacles lying on the bed. But it is smooth and orderly.

Zhang Sheng didn't scream, his pupils dilated for a few seconds, and he immediately stood up and looked in the yard. There were no lightning strikes, fires or corpses. The Taoist temple was still safe.

Qi Luan remembered that idiots were afraid of the cold, but he had no money to add firewood and could only give the remaining firewood to his disciples. He was born in the deepest cave in the underworld, mixed with the water of the abyss, and it was naturally extremely cold, but He can use Hellfire.

The faint blue flames were like the old teeth of a child, sparsely arranged in a circle.

Only then did Zhang Sheng realize that the reason why he didn't wake up from the cold at night was because the monster in the compass was keeping him warm.

He moved back a little sullenly, lying on his side and frowning at this strange guy. How could he look so ugly and do such a good deed? The contrast was too great.

Master once said that all ghost exorcists must have their own accompanying magic weapon. As the magic power improves, the magic weapon nourished by evil spirits may also turn into spirits. Zhang Sheng was very happy that he could take charge of his own business and had reached the level where he could turn magic weapons into spirits, but this spirit... was really ugly.

Zhang Sheng shook his head again, feeling that it was his bad habit to speak tactfully, which always made others angry. It should be said that this spirit was quite unique. Thinking of this, Zhang Sheng's tense body relaxed and he felt the warmth of the underworld fire wrap around his body, which was very comfortable.

He pursed his lips and reached out to pat Qi Luan. Seeing that the spirit was blocking it with his hand that turned into a bone, he hesitated and pinched the opponent's tentacles.

"What's your name?"

Qi Luan was stabbed in the face and suddenly woke up. Firstly, he was surprised that he would fall asleep in a broken house in the human world, and secondly, he was looking into Zhang Sheng's bright black eyes.

They didn't even have time to become invisible, so they just stared at each other in silence for a long time.

Qi Luan didn't put away the blue fire until the hell fire burned him.

"...can't speak? It's really strange. He takes a disciple who is a stutter, but when he raises a spirit, he is still a mute... Haha..."

Qi Luan heard the man mention Lu Yao again, and subconsciously spoke in a low voice: "Don't... I am comparable to a mere child."

The monster opened its mouth and made a sound. Zhang Sheng knew for sure that it was not a dream, because the knot on his thigh was still there. He blinked lightly and looked closely at Qi Luan: "Are you the spirit I raised? Do you have a name? How come you haven't shown up after living with me for so long."

Zhang Sheng's face was too close. Qi Luan was left in a daze at that moment. He stared at the black mole in the corner of the man's eye for a long time without saying anything. He also forgot that he had vowed to kill this idiot.

Waving his hand in front of the monster, Zhang Sheng smiled and asked, "I don't know if you can see me or not. Thank you, little heater." Thank

you... thank you.

Qi Luan didn't know how to answer. Generally, anyone who had seen his true form, let alone a human being, would be frightened to tears, but Zhang Sheng seemed to be very interested in him. It was obviously a misunderstanding.

He is not a magical weapon, nor is he a pure and good thing. The spirit produced by the magical weapon is to absorb the evil spirit and purify it, and he makes a living from it.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Zhang Sheng raised his hand and poked Qi Luan's teeth. He was glared at. Then he took out a handkerchief from under the pillow and wiped his drool. He said with a smile, "I will burn it before nightfall." I picked up a piece of grass, which has a faint fragrance. I see you slept well."

Qi Luan was very frustrated. He didn't go out to cause trouble for a long time after falling into the smoke and smoke of the world. Instead, he became Zhang Sheng's little follower out of curiosity. Could it be that he No one fears or awes him anymore?

Or maybe it's just that this idiot's brain is different from ordinary people's.

Qi Luan bared his teeth and roared a few times, but his mouth was pressed tightly by a hand, "Shhh... they are still sleeping, so they can't scream. Be good and I'll find you some fruits to eat." ?"

Zhang Sheng put on his coat casually, the fabric on his lower body was thin, and his long legs dangled in front of him. The dim candlelight only lit up for a while. Zhang Sheng dug out the wild fruits he had picked earlier, took a small bag and returned to the bed, then blew out the low bottom of the candle.

Through the moonlight, Qi Luan saw the soft outline of the man, with a hard fruit on his lips.

He couldn't help but ask: "You people, are you just eating these things to live?"

Zhang Sheng: "Teenage children need to grow up. If I eat them all, what will they eat? But this is a sweet fruit for me, and I only have the rest. Here’s the last pack for you.”

Qi Luan was stuffed with something he didn’t need to eat, like chewing a mouthful of sawdust, and glanced at the man: “It’s a joyful thing for a magic weapon to transform into a spirit. "

Of course, it is the greatest blessing in the ghost exorcist's life."

Qi Luan was silent for a while, then turned into black mist and got back into the compass, his body trembling, leaving a few bites of the remaining fruit.

"...Then what kind of spirit do you like?"

Zhang Sheng touched his head and whispered in his ear like a child coaxing him to sleep: "Everyone in the world loves beautiful things. I don't know. Go to sleep..."

Since that time Showing his true face to the man, Qi Luan started a new game.

Wouldn't it be more interesting to help this idiot climb to the top and then drag him down to the abyss?