Everything is finally over.
In the past half month, Wang Ye's nerves have been in a tense state, and he is always vigilant about his surroundings. Even now, he does not dare to relax.
I can only hope that the journey back to Guimenguan will be safe and sound.
As if he suddenly thought of something, Wang Ye's hand that was about to push away the main hall paused in mid-air, then took out the human skin mask, transformed into Mao Yongan and put it on his face, and then let out a gentle breath. .
If I remember correctly, I seemed to have had some wonderful misunderstandings with the brother in the servant room last time in order to grab the bone-chopping knife.
I hope I can laugh away my grudges.
After looking in the mirror and confirming that there was no abnormality on his face, Wang Ye opened the door of the main hall, looked around cautiously, and found that the servant's room was tightly closed, then he gently raised his feet and walked toward the door. Go outside.
A woman's head rolled out gently from a distance. Her eyes fell on Wang Ye faintly, as if she was examining something. After realizing that it was not the face in her memory, she rolled it again and disappeared into the corner.
One step, two steps.
Getting closer and closer to the gate of Qin Mansion, Wang Ye's tense heart finally slowly stopped.
Servant room, safe.
When he walked out of Qin Mansion, Wang Ye's forehead was already covered with sweat.
He didn't know how long it had been since he had felt the violent beating of his heart. Without strength, he felt really uneasy.
Feeling the mixed ghost energy in the wasteland, Wang Ye turned on the secret absorption mode again. According to the special meridians operation method, the mixed ghost energy will automatically purify when passing through the Dantian, and finally turn into the purest black, becoming become your own energy.
Every time his strength recovers, Wang Ye's heart becomes much more at ease.
Because the mission was not carried out, the mail truck did not appear, which made Wang Ye very distressed. If he really walked all the way back, he would probably be able to return to his peak just by absorbing the ghost energy...
Fortunately, it's not too far from Shangjing.
According to my current physical strength, it will only take three days to travel to Shangjing. It will be faster to take the train from Shangjing to Guimenguan.
But, on the way back this time...
I have a lot of acquaintances.
I don’t know how those old friends from Shili Cemetery are doing lately.
Ever since the Second Eternal Night, the old man who was the tombkeeper had mysteriously disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.
…
gate of hell.
In the No. 7 grocery store, Po Meng sat leisurely in a rocking chair, rocking gently.
The door of the teahouse next door opened.
'Wang Ye' opened the door stiffly and walked out, looking at Po Meng silently from a distance of more than ten meters.
As if sensing his gaze, Po Meng paused in her rocking chair, turned her head to look at him and asked, "Did you sense it again?"
'Wang Ye' nodded slightly.
"It seems those guys are very interested in him."
"Keep holding on."
"Soon, soon."
"When the third eternal night comes, more old people will be revived."
Po Meng read softly.
'Wang Ye' was still a little empty. He raised his head mechanically and looked at the sky with a cold face. The light layer of thick fog still blocked the sky.
He turned around slowly, pushed open the door of the teahouse, and walked in.
"Lu Qing, please hurry up."
"I can't stand it anymore."
"Why haven't there been any movements from those Daomen guys?"
Thinking of the Taoist sect's immortal old men, Po Meng couldn't help but snorted coldly.
At this time, a woman came from a distance, stood in front of Po Meng, slapped Po Meng in the face, and said respectfully: "I'm here for the first time, let's meet my senior."
"Seniors don't dare to do it."
"And you're not new to me either."
Po Meng said something profound, and under Zhou Han's puzzled gaze, she closed her eyes again: "Where are those old men from your Taoist sect who haven't recovered yet? Why do you send a girl like you to walk outside?"
Zhou Han was silent for a few seconds, lowered his head, and the corner of his mouth twitched unnoticeably, and then said calmly: "Senior Dao Sect, you still have your own things to do. This junior is just responsible for running errands and delivering messages."
"Hey, those old guys, you want them to work harder?"
"It's very rare."
"Stop being pretentious. If you have anything to do, just tell me directly."
Po Meng sneered, the rocking chair rocked rhythmically.
"The situation outside has become more and more complicated now, which is very different from the speculation back then. In ancient times, the underworld and the Taoist sect formed an alliance to help each other. I hope they can join forces again now."
"Otherwise, with the strength of Heavenly Court and Lingshan Mountain, our living space may be greatly reduced."
"The Dao Sect is fine, but the Underworld... has always been a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh."
Zhou Han looked neither humble nor arrogant, calmly explaining the facts.
After a pause in the rocking chair, Po Meng suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Zhou Han. Her voice was a little cold: "So, are you teaching us how to do things in the underworld, or do you think that we have reached the point where our last stand is fought, and we can only turn to your Taoist sect for help?"
"Junior doesn't mean that."
"I just hope that the friendship between Daomen and Hell can last forever, that's all."
"After all...the lips are dead and the teeth are cold."
Zhou Han was not frightened at all by Meng Po's actions and looked very calm.
"Haha, you are pretty good little doll."
"Those old guys on the stall, do you have a headache?"
"Why don't you come to our underworld to develop? At least we won't bear to let you run around alone."
Po Meng suddenly laughed, as gentle as the grandma next door.
Zhou Han's expression remained unchanged: "Senior is joking."
"Can you, a little kid, make the decision on such a big matter?"
After hearing Zhou Han's refusal, Meng Po didn't insist. She changed the topic instantly as if she just said something casually.
"Can."
Zhou Han nodded without hesitation: "The seniors have ordered that the juniors can make full decisions on all matters in the Taoist sect."
"They can take action if necessary."
Po Meng was noncommittal about this: "We expect them to take action? It is estimated that by the time they come out, the world will have been destroyed."
"Although you, little kid, have a good mind, what's more important now is strength."
"You...are not enough."
Zhou Han suddenly raised his head and looked at Po Meng: "Although most of the seniors in the Taoist sect are not very reliable, but... that one is about to come out."
"Lu Dongbin?"
Po Meng seemed to have thought of something and was a little curious.
Zhou Han nodded lightly and said nothing.
Po Meng suddenly laughed: "This lunatic is actually coming out. It seems that everything has become interesting."
"I guess Tianting and Lingshan will have a headache."
"Wish us a happy cooperation!"
Zhou Han squeezed out a smile on his cold face: "Happy cooperation!"
"Grandma, I miss you so much!"
Suddenly, there was a painful wail in the distance, and Mao Yongan, dressed in ragged clothes and looking extremely embarrassed, rushed from a distance.
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I passed Section 1 with a score of 95, so cool!
