Qiu Ping, who returned to Gujing, had not thought about tea or food for several days, and Xiao Hei had a frown on his face.
When he thought about going to school and taking exams soon, he felt that life had no fun at all.
"Crack, click, click."
The little loach grabbed a piece of spiritual mineral as if venting his anger and chewed it into pieces. The rich spiritual essence nourished his body bit by bit, which made him feel better.
Alas, I have to bear so much pressure at such a young age.
Life is so difficult, and only relying on these spiritual minerals and spiritual fruits can bring him short-term happiness.
Just as Qiu Ping sighed, a series of crying sounds suddenly came from outside the well.
The little loach pricked up its ears, and its body turned into a black light, then turned into a boy and sat on the edge of the well.
In a house about a hundred steps west of the ancient well, the door panel had been removed long ago, and a skinny old man lay on it, no longer breathing.
Although this family was not rich, they still tried their best to put on a decent piece of clothing for the old man to put on, treating it as a shroud.
The filial son and grandson on the side hugged their heads and cried, which sounded so sad.
"Another one is gone. I still remember that this kid used to steal my tribute. I entrusted him with a dream and beat him severely." The Earth God didn't know when he came to Qiu Ping and looked at the door panel. The old man said with some emotion.
Shinto is long-lasting, but life is short. In the hundred years since he became a god, life and death are just cycles back and forth for him.
It has long been commonplace.
The landowner babbled on, then picked up the "Book of Living and Living" and crossed out the old man's name with a pen.
This stroke means the death of another life.
Seeing that these things had nothing to do with him, Qiu Ping plunged into the ancient well again.
…
"Hahu."
Qiu Ping lay on top of a pile of spiritual minerals, opening and closing his mouth, and from time to time a string of bubbles came out of his mouth.
"I don't want to work, I don't want to go to school..." He didn't know what bad things happened to him in his dream, and his body shook from time to time.
Suddenly, with a jolt, he woke up from his sleep.
"Who's not sleeping this late at night?"
Just now, he sensed a trace of air-conditioning intruding into his jurisdiction, waking him up suddenly.
Qiu Ping opened the temple door with an unhappy look on his face. No one would be happy if their sleep was disturbed.
When he looked up, he saw a stooped old man wearing a black shroud wandering at the entrance of his temple.
"Old man, you are in the wrong place. The City God's Office is in that direction."
Qiu Ping recognized this old man. Wasn't he the one who died during the day?
The Yin and Yang Division in every county has a receiving magic circle. After a person dies, the soul will go to the City God's Mansion on its own, and then at the beginning and middle of each month, it will go to the Yin Division under the leadership of ghosts.
I just don’t know why this old man came to the door of his temple.
The old man's soul had no consciousness of its own, and was just wandering around in the same place stupidly. His head was already pressed against the temple wall, but his feet were still walking around.
Qiu Ping slapped his forehead and was speechless.
It was quite unlucky to have a soul running around in front of his house for no apparent reason. When he was thinking about whether to send it to the Onmyoji Division, he suddenly saw two figures walking along the underground river.
The two men had rather scruffy looks, with sunken eyes, protruding upper lips, and a few hairs growing randomly on their bald heads.
However, despite their ugly appearance, they were wearing dark soap clothes. One holds a chain in his hand, and the other holds a shackle.
Seeing the old man's soul lingering here, one of them swung the chain and arrested him.
Qiu Ping stared at the two people with wide eyes. They were both dressed as ghost officials, but their appearance was much more ferocious than the Yinsha of the City God's Mansion.
"Eh? Why is there a little loach here?" Shi Shiran was about to leave as the two villains dragged the soul. When passing by Little Loach, one of them turned his neck ninety degrees and stared at Qiu Ping with bright eyes.
Qiu Ping had a stiff smile on his face. This was the first time he encountered such a situation. He still didn't know the origin of the two ghosts in front of him.
"You must be the well god here. The two of us brothers are underworld ghosts. From now on, the souls around you will no longer have to go to the City God. They will be led directly by us." Looking at the pitiful and easy-to-bully look of the little loach, One of the ghost servants spoke loudly.
"Oh." Qiu Ping nodded obediently, but he didn't think so. It didn't matter to him who would pick up the soul, as long as he didn't come to trouble me.
"You two, come on slowly, come and play often." Seeing the two ghosts preparing to leave, Qiu Ping said hello.
Gui Cha's footsteps paused, as if he remembered something.
"By the way, we brothers are not very familiar with the roads in this world. Little Loach, please help us lead the way. If you agree, I will give this to you." One of the ghosts said with a smile, then The smile that was supposed to be kind could make a child cry when placed on his face.
He took out a ball of light cyan smoke from his arms, and the smoke vaguely condensed into the shape of a human face, showing an expression of pain or laughter.
Little Loach deliberately wanted to refuse. He thought these two people were weird and was reluctant to deal with them.
However, when the smoke was taken out, Huang Quantai, which had been sleeping deep in his consciousness, suddenly sent out a signal of desire, as if he wanted this thing very much.
Qiu Ping reached out and took it, pinched the smoke gently, and the transformed human face let out a scream, and then turned into an expression of pain.
The Huangquan Terrace deep in his consciousness vibrated slightly, and the smoke in his hand was like a snake. It penetrated Qiu Ping's body along his mouth and nose, and was then directly inhaled into the Huangquan Terrace.
"Is this... gone?"
Qiu Ping felt that nothing had changed, and he didn't know what it was.
"I didn't expect it. It turns out that you, little loach, are a member of the same religion. Have you ever breathed this blessing and longevity energy?" The two ghosts looked at each other with a little surprise in their eyes.
"No...no, I just pinched it casually, and it got into my body by itself." It was the first time Qiu Ping saw this thing, and it was the first time he even heard its name.
"Oh? That's it, but if you smoke it a few times, you'll know it's a good thing. Come on, come on, I have two more balls here, so I'll give them to you."
One of the ghost officers took out two more clouds of smoke and handed them to Qiu Ping.
Qiu Ping just got it in his hand, and all of it was sucked away by Huangquan Terrace.
What he didn't notice was that after inhaling three puffs of Fushou Qi in a row, a glimmer of light appeared in the originally stiff pupils of the ghost boy in the underworld.
There will be an update soon
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