At first, I filled the wine cup, but the more I poured, the less I poured. Eventually, it was basically just a few drops.
The resentful ghosts who had been aroused by their desires began to gradually become irritable, and the orderly arrangement showed signs of being broken.
"Tick tock."
As the last drop of wine disappeared, hissing and wailing erupted from the center of the group of ghosts.
I quickly opened a bottle of white wine and threw it towards the back.
"Crack!"
The moment the aroma of wine overflowed, these brainless resentful ghosts turned around like flies after smelling rotten eggs.
But it was a fact that there were more wolves than meat. The old ghost who couldn't get the wine suddenly became furious, picked up the ghost in front of him and started tearing him apart.
People will die if they are torn apart, and so will ghosts. After ghosts die, they are called "gradual ears."
I sat on the cardboard box and watched the resentful ghosts tearing each other apart. The screams and roars echoed throughout Yueming Tower.
The current situation is much easier, I just need to watch them kill each other.
When dawn breaks and the sun shines in, they bid farewell to this world completely.
Uncle Ya told me before that a sword can hurt one person, but a plan can destroy a hundred cities.
The brain is indeed a good thing.
Suddenly, a very strange thought came into my mind.
Isn't that group of people vying for fame and wealth similar to the group of resentful ghosts in front of me?
Just when I thought the situation was getting better, there were sudden footsteps outside the door.
Before I even saw this person, I felt a sharp and oppressive aura.
I am sure that this is not evil, but it is not the power of a righteous god either!
Who is coming?
Anyone who can come at this time is definitely not a good person.
I quickly picked up the Guandao at hand, quickly walked away from the box, and stared at the door.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and a strange yet familiar figure gradually broke into my sight.
Liu Haigang?
He was wearing baggy shorts, shirtless, with a shiny black apron hanging on his chest, and he stood in front of me out of breath.
Although this person is very weird, in my heart, he is still a good person.
I slowly put down the Guandao and asked suspiciously, "Why are you here?"
"My old immortal asked me to help you!"
Is it his old Xian'er again?
He took out a sharp knife from the back of his waist and pointed at the corner: "Is it those evil ghosts?"
"Don't! They are now..."
Before I could finish my words, the sharp knife was inserted directly into the crevice under my feet, which really shocked me.
"Old Immortal, you go forward, passing by the peach blossom field of three miles, the apricot blossom camp of five miles..."
The crisp sound had just fallen, and Liu Haigang was already shaking his head and singing.
He is asking the old immortal to get on top of him!
After singing a few words, Liu Haigang's whole body convulsed as if he had been electrocuted.
"Hey!" Liu Haigang suddenly raised his head: "Hey!"
"You guys, Xiaoxiao, how dare you make a mistake!"
Liu Haigang's voice suddenly changed into an extremely old female voice.
The sound was very sharp, a bit like a low-quality speaker that had been flooded with water.
"Qingfeng sends the order, the King of Sorrow is dispatched!"
After saying that, Liu Haigang, a tall and thick man, raised his orchid finger in an extremely weird way and pointed forward.
"kill!"
That old voice actually seemed a little charming.
This old immortal with Taoist skills is really terrifying. Just raising his finger, these resentful ghosts have disappeared.
I was so dumbfounded that I even forgot to say thank you.
Previously, I thought I had learned the essence of the Northern Onmyoji, but it turns out that there are people out there.
What I do almost with my life can be solved with just a few words.
"Hmph!" A trace of disdain emerged from Liu Haigang's mouth: "You are vulnerable!"
I immediately regained my composure and looked towards Liu
Hai Gang bowed deeply and said, "Taoist disciple Chen Qi, thank you Old Immortal for helping me!"
Liu Haigang's round eyes were already blood red. When he looked at me like that, I just felt uncomfortable all over.
"You're welcome."
Liu Haigang actually bowed slightly to me: "One day, when the dragon gets water, he will be like a dragon."
"I hope you will support me more in the future!"
Damn it!
This statement scares me to death. Is he crazy?
An old immortal who has been practicing for at least hundreds of years, asking me to guide him?
I quickly bowed in return: "How dare Xiaodao bear such a great name? Please ask the old immortal to clarify my doubts."
"When the time comes, of course you will know."
Suddenly, she raised her hand and pointed to the backyard: "There is a dry well behind the yard. The ground will be started tomorrow, which can solve the problem of Yueming Tower!"
"Bang!"
After saying that, Liu Haigang's body softened and he lay directly on the ground.
This is true, the old immortal disappeared without a trace when he came, and only a gust of wind remained when he left.
Not long after Lao Xian left, Liu Haigang opened his eyes.
Liu Haigang frowned and rubbed his shoulders with difficulty: "Did the old immortal come just now?"
"oops***."
"It hurts more than usual today."
The cultivation of a disciple is not easy either. The mortal body has to carry the Taoist practice of the old immortal.
Although the old immortal will not hurt his younger brother Ma, some physical and physical pain is still unavoidable.
So far, I completely believe him.
Even if everything before was fake, the old immortal is the real deal!
