He Wumei didn't know how to judge her fate.
She was born into an official family and lived a carefree and comfortable life when she was young. Of course, a military disaster destroyed everything. The people of the clan were displaced, and not even one of them survived, so she was sold into a brothel for a few bags of rice.
At that time, her father and brother, who loved her very much, did not come to save her.
She was very handsome when she was young, but struggled to find a place in the industry. Unfortunately, her husband's life was only a few years, and the number of horses and horses in front of the door gradually became less and less, and the attitude of "aunties" became increasingly cold.
As she grew older, she married into a merchant's wife, but she was hated by the eldest wife. She was falsely accused of seducing the frivolous children in the city, and ordered the evil servants to drive her out of the house.
At that time, her husband, who was always close to each other, did not come to save her.
She once asked the master who taught her Qin art, Qingci, Taoist classics and medical skills why she was so unlucky because she was dedicated to doing good. The master told her that a brothel girl like her was born with a low life, and no one else could save her.
Later, I took refuge with my aunt in the Salesian Home. After my aunt died, I thought that since I couldn't be a saved person, I might as well be a rescuer.
So, I carried the Salesian Home on my weak shoulders. Spring passed and autumn came, and the years passed.
The days did not get better, but we hit a new hurdle again and fell into the cave city.
But she didn't have much fear. Maybe she was used to it. Destiny flowed down like water from the mountains to the bottom of the abyss. This was how life was.
She just couldn't help but think.
Will someone come to save her this time?
then.
Li Changan boarded the Ghost King's palace and appeared in front of her.
He Wumei was not happy.
He shouldn't have come.
This is Cave City.
No matter how powerful you are, you can't make waves.
What's more, in her opinion, Brother Gui is just a lonely ghost who can write some talismans, so why bother to be implicated?
The master was right, she was born with a low destiny, and no one else could save her.
He Wumei was so distraught that she had no choice but to try not to show any abnormal expression and not to look at Li Changan in the audience, so as not to attract the attention of ghosts and gods on the stage.
She "Calm" played the piano, "Calm" took her leave, and "Calm" played "He Xian Chao" with other musicians under the auspices of the retreat, setting off the atmosphere for the gift.
Huang Wei, who was standing next to her, noticed her "calmness". Of course, he also saw Li Changan and acted "calmly" tacitly.
He secretly comforted her in a low voice: "Don't worry, the Taoist priest will find his own solution now that he's here?"
Is there really a way?
Huang Wei himself was not convinced either.
He really couldn't think of any way that Li Changan could save him, He Wumei, Jingxiu, and even the Taoist priest himself in this cave city in front of this ghost king.
until……
"it's all me."
The guests spilled their wine glasses, the musicians broke the strings, and the audience was silent. Even the monk Wuchen, who was pretending to be a clay puppet, turned his head in surprise.
"well."
Quietly sighing inaudibly in the corner.
He took a deep look at Li Chang'an, then turned to look at Huang Wei, with strange pleasure: "Look at you, Huang Wei, you have dragged down another person around you to death."
Huang Tail didn't object.
Lost God murmured:
"The Taoist priest has his own way."
Jingxiu smiled contemptuously, ignored him, and called the musicians to continue playing.
…………
The music started playing again, but due to the panic of the musicians, the strings were always out of tune here and out of tune there. The so elegant and peaceful "He Xian Chao" was sometimes played in a desolate and weird way.
But even weirder was the atmosphere.
The ghosts and gods were speechless, the guests were trembling, but the perpetrator was calm and calm.
until...
The Ghost King leaned on the altar and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Ah."
The laughter was just one syllable, as if a joke had been picked to relieve boredom in a long and boring performance.
But it’s such a neither salty nor bland reaction…
"Hahahaha!" A messenger raised his head on the stage and laughed wildly. The skin was torn open at the corner of his mouth, and half a skull appeared.
Another messenger tilted his neck, and the tumors on his neck grew rapidly, growing into another head in the blink of an eye. The head on the left sneered: "How many years have you not seen such a fool?" The head on the right responded with a sly smile: "About five years!"
Then the messenger covered his face with his hands, blood and tears oozing from his fingers, and laughed sadly. "It's pitiful, it's such a shame." But his mouth opened wider and wider, "I am not the only one who has such a good heart."
…
Various ghosts and gods showed various stern expressions, laughing wildly, sneering, sneering, laughing harshly, laughing ferociously, laughing slyly... all kinds of laughter circled the scene, mocking the ignorance and arrogance of the mortals in the audience.
Li Changan seemed unaware and also chuckled.
On the contrary, the judge messenger who was blocking the bridge did not smile. A layer of iron dust gradually appeared on his stern face, making the nasolabial folds on the side of his nose appear deeper and deeper.
Word by word: "Do you know what the crime is for insulting the envoy and disrespecting the King of Dharma? What punishment should be received?"
"I saw them on the road, they said they were eaten by dogs. But..."
Li Changan looked puzzled and asked.
"How could a poor Taoist have ever been scornful? They say that the cave city recognizes guests but not people. As long as there are guests and courtesy, you are a good guest. Is this a lie?!"
As soon as he said this, the laughter around him became more and more rampant.
The face of the judge messenger was completely covered with iron ash, and the flesh on his face slowly withered and sunken, becoming more and more like its image on the relief - a mummy made of iron.
He was silent for a moment, and then a voice without any emotion or fluctuation sounded:
"How many patches have you received?"
"Eight copies."
"How many gifts did you bring?"
"One serving."
"Bold maniac!"
The judge's messenger's lowered eyes suddenly raised, and green fire burned miserably. His figure swelled and suddenly transformed into a ferocious appearance.
"Messenger, don't be impatient."
Li Changan interrupted with a chuckle, and calmly took out a small wooden box.
"The quality of birthday gifts is not too much. This treasure, Pindao, is more than enough to buy not only the eight birthday gifts in the pool, but also ten, a hundred, or a thousand gifts!"
He held the wooden box in his hand and showed it to the surroundings - the wooden box was as small as a sewing box and shabby. The surface of the box was not even painted. It was too old and the wood grain was shiny.
Can this broken box hold treasures?
Fan Liang was shaking all over after hearing this. This time he was not excited, he was really scared!
I had expected that the country bumpkin would offend the Ghost King, but I never expected that he would be so bold and wanton! If he continues to talk nonsense, he will definitely suffer the disaster of that fish in the pond.
He was frightened and angry for a moment, and he was filled with evil thoughts: "You are a farm slave, you are a lowly person who has been thrown into a ravine and cannot recognize the highest wealth! You should know that which of the birthday gifts in the pond is not a treasure in the world that you will rarely see in ten lifetimes?!"
Li Chang'an responded with an approving look. Jiao Fan Liang was confused and frightened, fearing that the envoy would misunderstand.
The Taoist priest next to him had already opened his mouth.
"Brother, what you said is wrong. I know the things in the pool, but they can be compared with this treasure of mine..."
He chuckled and pointed out the Nanhai shark beads, Yunhuan yarn, overseas swords and so on in the pool one by one.
"Look at it from a certain point of view. The beads can be mixed into fish eyes, the gauze can be used to wash dishes and pots, the iron knife can chop firewood to make rice, the bird medicine can facilitate the bowel movement, and the fragrant wood can mask the taste and deodorize. What about the copper basin? Use it as a chamber pot to hold excrement and urine, and the rest is just mud and smelly excrement, not worth a single ounce."
…………
The words just fell.
Hahaha!
This time the ghost king was laughing.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the other "insects" naturally stopped.
"What a fanatic! What he said is interesting."
He propped himself up like a mountain of meat, his smile still showing kindness.
"According to you, this thing of yours is worth not only a thousand gold, but also ten thousand gold or tens of thousands of gold?"
"good."
"good!"
The Ghost King clapped his hands fiercely.
But I saw that the water in the pool sank a little, turning from clear to green.
"This pond is no longer a pond of thousands of gold, but a pond of ten thousand gold. What would happen if your treasure didn't sink?"
"Let it be done as you wish."
Li Changan said no more and threw the wooden box into the pool.
Of course.
The wooden box enters the pool.
But it seemed to be thrown into clay and stuck to the water surface without sinking at all, not even causing a ripple.
Before the ghosts and gods could show their banter and malice, there was a sudden "crackling" sound in the air.
The pool suddenly burst into flames!
The water surface seemed to have suddenly lost its buoyancy.
There was a "click" sound.
The wooden box plummeted to the bottom of the pool.
Immediately afterwards, the Ten Thousand Gold Pond began to boil a thousand times more. The water in the pond "escaped" in a hurry, turning into smoke and steaming. Then the smoke turned into frightened faces, screaming and panicking, and the mist was rising. The whole hall was flying.
It turns out that the pool is not water at all, but countless souls pretending to be pool water.
"roll!"
A loud roar like rolling thunder swept the room full of frightened fog ghosts out of the hall.
The fog barrier disappeared, revealing a huge creature.
The ghost king's figure suddenly swelled. The platform that could have been used as a bed was now only used as a small stool, barely able to squat down.
His face was no longer kind. Veins appeared on half of his face, his beard turned red, and the topknot on his head turned into a pair of huge horns, pointing diagonally at the sky.
The ghost king stood on the stage and looked down coldly.
Li Changan smiled and nodded.
As if to say again: Look, it’s sinking.
…
There was dead silence for a moment.
But in an instant it was like water in a pool, boiling a thousand times faster.
Huge skeletons, white-faced long shadows, black-feathered ghost girls...the ghosts and gods all showed their ferocious appearance one by one.
"How brave!"
"Dare to play magic in Cave City!"
"Swallow his soul quickly!"
They all asked the Ghost King for orders to peel off Li Changan's skin, cramp his muscles, and tear apart his soul.
The Ghost King said:
"Bring it up."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but the guests seemed to be relieved when they saw the judge.
He jumped into the pool in a hurry.
Pick up the wooden box.
The box opened a crack due to the impact, and the judge's messenger gave it a cold look.
But when he saw his body trembling, his rumored iron face instantly twisted into a look of terror, and he actually tried to throw away the wooden box.
Li Changan handed it over with calm eyes.
"Messenger, hold on tight."
His movements suddenly froze, and he maintained the awkward posture of wanting to escape or throw away, and his face was even more panicked and embarrassed.
It turns out that the Iron Face also looks at people.
"Judge, what is in the box?!"
The ghosts and gods on the stage shouted and asked.
The judge messenger did not answer, but turned to look at the Ghost King, hesitating and hesitating.
"Kings……"
"Bring it up!"
"But……"
The fangs spat out in a sharp voice: "I told you to bring it up!"
The judge's messenger did not dare to hesitate any longer and carefully presented the wooden box.
Several ghosts and gods flew over and poked their heads in to see what was going on. One of the loyal ones worriedly said: "How can the king's hands be dirty with this mere common courtesy? Why don't you let me open this box?"
The Ghost King naturally understood what he meant, but he snorted coldly and ignored it, instead holding the wooden box between his fingers.
He has been in Cave City for hundreds of years. He has gone through many scenes and met many people, but even the thirteen families can do nothing to him! Not to mention a wild ghost who came alone? Even if he is somewhat brave and somewhat magical, what is there to be afraid of? !
The Ghost King smiled coldly and opened the wooden box.
crackle~
Huh! A messenger suddenly flew away in shock.
Ah! A messenger reveals his true form.
scare! The envoy lost his footing and fell off the altar.
Even the ghost king suddenly grew in size again, completely turning into a ferocious ghost, with dense human faces of pain protruding from his belly.
The altar under my feet could no longer support it and broke with a "click".
The Ghost King couldn't help but fall off the stage.
But the Taoist priest's birthday gift is still firmly held on his finger.
The electric light danced in the small wooden box.
There is nothing else in it.
It's just a thunder talisman.
