Late at night, barren mountains, graveyards.
The dead tailor led the way, while Gao Ning followed leisurely behind. He seemed to be very used to the invisible environment around him.
"I said, apart from Mr. Feng, your family is also a wealthy businessman. In addition to the silk and satin shop, you also have several businesses. Your family should not be short of money. Why are you buried halfway up the mountain so casually?"
Along the way, Gao Ning discovered that the tombs nearby were very crudely built. Most of them just dug a hole, put a piece of wood in front of the tomb and wrote their name, and that was it.
There are also carved stone tablets, but there are very few. Looking at the hundreds of solitary graves, there are only two or three stone tablets, but there are many urns, large and small, placed along the road, seemingly very casually.
Although Gao Ning didn't know much about ancient funerals, he had seen movies and knew that wealthy families had to prepare geomantic treasures in advance, and even wealthy people still had to build mausoleums.
An ordinary businessman would naturally not be like this. Even if he had some small money, he could not make it in advance or he would be beheaded.
But it shouldn’t be a big deal to find a Feng Shui treasure land, find a reliable mage, do rituals, and rest in peace.
But this old Feng's grave is not much different from the others.
The dead tailor turned a deaf ear to Gao Ning's question.
Compared to the beginning, his expression was already a bit ferocious.
He didn't know whether it was because he had absorbed too much yin energy, or because he didn't return to his body in time. In short, Gao Ning could feel that his soul, which was still pure before, was now becoming more and more like a ghost.
Even in some senses, it is somewhat similar to the ghost substitute.
Of course, similar doesn't mean it's the same level.
Just like a tricycle is a car, a Rolls-Royce is also a car. Both can be driven, both have wheels, and both can carry people. However, the differences between the two are worlds apart.
The dead tailor said nothing and continued walking for three to five minutes when he suddenly stopped under a tree.
This is a willow tree as thick as an arm.
There is a shallow grave under the willow tree. Judging from the freshness of the soil, it has obviously been dug recently.
The tombstone is a stone tablet, but it is only the size of a palm, with Feng Zhibao's tomb engraved on it.
Although the font is regular, it is a bit too compact. It looks like a random practice work made with leftover materials.
Seeing this scene, Gao Ning couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at him.
It's too miserable for you to mess around!
The dead tailor saw his purpose again, and his body shook involuntarily. Gao Ning could clearly see a stream of Yin Qi gathering from all directions, and was naturally inhaled into his body.
The color of the soul seems to be a little bluer.
"Mr. Gao, this is it, please lend a helping hand!"
The other party was in a daze for a moment, then recovered, looking at Gao Ning with a trace of expectation.
But Gao Ning could see that there was greed and desire deep in his eyes.
greedy?
what's the situation?
Am I being coveted by a man? Not so!
Gao Ning was thinking wildly and nodded noncommittally, saying casually: "Don't worry, this matter will be easy to handle!"
The dead tailor is staring at Gao Ning with his green eyes, wondering what you are thinking.
He suddenly waved his hand, and a coffin suddenly appeared in front of him.
The grave mound seemed to have lost its support. The soil covering it fell naturally, and the originally bulging area was filled up in an instant.
But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the soil here is loose and it will sink in very deep if you step down.
Gao Ning ignored these.
After his coffin teleported out, he didn't even pull out the coffin nails. He just waved his hand, and the body lying flat inside appeared outside the coffin board.
"Okay, lie back quickly!"
Gao Ning frowned and took a step back.
Don't tell me, this guy has been dead for just a few days, and the flesh on his body is already smelly.
Even the damn tailor didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.
The problem that troubled me so much turned out to be just a piece of cake to the other party.
He suddenly realized something in his heart and glanced at Gao Ning involuntarily, with a trace of happiness deep in his eyes.
Gao Ning remained calm, but sneered slightly in his heart.
It’s not because I know you can’t control your thoughts, I’ve already slapped you into ashes.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Gao. I will never forget your great kindness. It's a pity that I don't have much, so I can only live in the next life..."
"By the way, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me, and I still haven't received my reward!"
Gao Ning didn't wait for him to finish speaking and snapped his fingers again.
On the flat ground, there were some more gold and silver jewelry.
Although there weren't many things, they were just piled up in a small pile, but looking in the eyes of the damn tailor, it was still very painful.
Is this the burial money that he secretly hid during his lifetime, and was given to the Taoist priest inexplicably like this?
What should he do if he doesn't have money to spend?
If you don’t have money to do some ghost work, do you have to suffer more for no reason?
The dead tailor was a little confused for a moment. He stood for a moment, subconsciously raised his head, and met Gao Ning's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
At this time, he shuddered suddenly, and his heart finally became clear.
He finally knew that his mind was somewhat out of control and he had to return to his body as soon as possible to complete the task of dying again.
But just when he was floating gently in the air, preparing to land slowly and become one with his physical body.
Suddenly, I heard a roar like thunder coming from the horizon: "Shameless little thief, how dare you steal graves, dig graves, and practice evil methods? Look at the thunder in my palm!"
The sound came from the horizon. As soon as Gao Ning looked up, he saw a white light like Iron Man's laser hand cannon, aiming at his head and hitting him.
Gao Ning reflexively used teleportation to pull himself five meters away.
The laser hit the ground and suddenly exploded, splashing out a piece of dirt.
But at the same time, a bearded man suddenly fell from the sky and landed accurately next to the dead tailor.
Then he saw a golden light emitting from his right hand, aiming at the body lying on the coffin board and snapping it. A network of golden light spread out, wrapping the body tightly in an instant.
At this time, the soul of the dead tailor happened to be in contact with his body.
They are originally molds that fit perfectly. Even if they are separated, the fusion again will be extremely smooth.
But now that an outsider has added a layer of net, the shape of his body has changed, and he instinctively begins to repel souls that do not fit his shape.
The moment the ghost tailor's soul came into contact with his own body, there was a sudden explosion behind him, and his entire soul was blown away. After somersaulting twice, he floated in mid-air blankly, unable to react for a long time.
The bearded man turned around and glanced coldly at the ghost tailor's soul. "Where did you come from? You dare to practice the art of borrowing corpses and reviving souls. You are so audacious! Get out of here and go back to the underworld. Otherwise, don't blame grandpa for being ruthless and beat you to death." The soul is gone!"
The damn tailor was stunned.
What's going on? Why did you suddenly jump out to disrupt the situation!
Gao Ning also didn't understand and stood on the side blinking constantly.
Where did this stupid thing come from?
The magic power on my body is not weak! Can even a mentally retarded person practice Taoism now?
Gao Ning was very puzzled.
The bearded man reprimanded the dead tailor, and saw that he was still floating in the air blankly. He thought that this guy had lost his consciousness a long time ago. His actions at this time were all controlled by the bad guy with evil intentions in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel angry. More prosperous.
He turned his head, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and his fierce gaze was like an iron brush, brushing it up and down on Gao Ning's body several times, and then he said viciously: "Boy, didn't your master tell you Aren’t you allowed to associate with monsters and monsters?”
"Sorry, I really didn't tell you!"
Gao Ning shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent expression.
He didn't lie, the master really didn't say anything, because he didn't even have a master, which meant that the master didn't say anything.
Nothing wrong!
But the bearded man snorted coldly: "In that case, it seems that your master is not a good bird. Tell me your name and see where you came from. How dare you steal graves and dig graves so blatantly?"
Stealing graves and digging up graves?
Gao Ning couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Is this guy's head broken?
Do you slap people with a big hat as soon as you come up?
He looks very skilled, but he has bad intentions!
"Big beard, just talk when you say it. It's your fault for slandering people. I'm doing business right now, so get out of the way. If you delay me from making money, I'll beat the shit out of you soon!"
Gao Ning said, shaking his fists to enhance his persuasiveness.
"What a shameless statement! A young monk who has just entered the door and has not yet cultivated the fundamental method dares to steal graves and dig graves. How can he do it again in the future?
Since you feel embarrassed and dare not declare yourself, then let the master teach you a lesson, and let you have a long memory and know what to do and what not to do! "
"Remember! If you want revenge in the future, come to me, Yan Chixia!"
Before he could finish speaking, the bearded man shouted, making a sound like thunder. He drew a two-handed sword from behind with his right hand and slashed at Gao Ning head-on.
Gao Ning was sure that his big eyes were slightly dazed.
what? What? What did he just say his name was? Yan Chixia?
I go!
Could this be the world of Liaozhai?
Yan Chixia has already come out, are the tree demon grandma and the old black mountain demon still far away?
Gao Ning blinked, suddenly interested.
The fruits of this world are indeed very deep!
But thinking about it, the moves still have to be avoided.
Seeing that the sword was about to hit his head, Gao Ning just smiled and disappeared quickly.
Yan Chixia hit the ground with a big sword and poured it into the ground. A crack was opened and snaked forward several meters.
Gao Ning, on the other hand, had teleported a hundred meters away. He was looking at Yan Chixia's back in the distance, wondering what benefits he could gain from suddenly meeting a celebrity from the film and television world.
Yan Chixia missed her blow, turned around sharply, and immediately found Gao Ning's position. He ran over without saying a word.
"Boy, aren't you very brave? You dare to steal graves and dig graves, but you don't even dare to take a move from me! Don't even think about running away!" Yan Chixia shouted loudly.
Gao Ning was slightly speechless.
If you fight, you'll fight. Can you stop shouting and shouting? It will greatly affect the status of your name in my mind.
As soon as her thoughts turned around, Yan Chixia had already pounced on him again. His two-handed sword looked unopened at all, but with the blessing of the law, the edges were broken.
He just slashed at them with his sword. If the others were misunderstood, they might not even have a chance to struggle, and they would be cut in half instantly.
If you think about it, this beard is a bit too domineering.
Can you only judge whether others are good or bad?
who are you!
A judge who was squeezed out of the officialdom is so awesome?
Gao Ning used his teleportation ability to evade several times, but Yan Chixia pursued her relentlessly, as if she would not give up until she achieved her goal.
Gao Ning couldn't help but get bored, there was no end to this!
Judging from his behavior, we can tell that he is an unreasonable person. In addition, he is a decent person and has a certain weight in the world. It is impossible to arrest him.
So his effect on himself is infinitely close to zero.
As for things that have no use value, Gao Ning is usually too lazy to talk nonsense.
So he glanced at Yan Chixia, waved his right hand gently, and the evil ghost ghost appeared automatically.
The huge evil force suddenly appeared and immediately attracted Yan Chixia's attention.
His eyes were focused, and when he was about to take a closer look at the evil ghost to determine what it was, the double suddenly disappeared.
Then he appeared behind Yan Chixia in an instant, punching the opponent in the back with a fist as big as a sandbag.
If this punch could hit, Yan Chixia estimated that the entire upper body bones would be shattered inch by inch. Even if the internal organs could be protected from damage by the law, they would never be able to withstand the second blow.
Fortunately, he has rich combat experience, and he knew something was wrong as soon as he heard the wind behind his head.
The big sword in his hand slashed backwards, directly along the arm.
It was obvious that the sharp point had passed through the other person's body, but the touch was empty.
Yan Chixia's heart tightened, and she secretly thought something was wrong. Just as she was about to retreat, a fist as big as a sandbag hit her chest.
A bang was heard, and huge force was poured into it. Yan Chixia turned into a sandbag and was punched away. She couldn't even hold the sword firmly in her hands and escaped on the spot.
The evil ghost was a little curious and grabbed the big sword reflexively.
But as soon as the two sides came into contact, a layer of golden light erupted from the big sword, and a trace of black energy suddenly appeared from the evil ghost's hand. He subconsciously paused, and the big sword took the opportunity to fly away.
Over there, Yan Chixia rolled around in the air and landed firmly on the ground with her feet.
The big sword just happened to fly over, and he grabbed the hilt and held it in front of him, alert and alert.
"What is this?" Yan Chixia shouted.
Gao Ning rolled his eyes.
Do you think I should tell you because you have a loud voice?
What good things are you thinking about?
I won’t tell you!
The evil ghost flashed and appeared next to Yan Chixia again. With the experience last time, he finally did not dare to be careless. He struck first with a thunderbolt from his palm. Regardless of whether it hit or not, the big sword struck head-on. down.
Sure enough, he failed again. Yan Chixia's heart gradually sank. Looking at the green-faced, fanged ghost in front of him, exuding an evil aura, he knew that he might not be able to win tonight.
