"Senior, the young ones are ignorant and ignorant of advanced cultivation."

"Don't blame those who don't know. I'm just inviting you."

"What do you want me to ask for?"

"Please be hit by a golden melon to draw out your soul and refine your soul." Tu Shanjun said calmly.

He came with eyes wide open, and the black and red silk thread in his hand stung the short winter melon between his eyebrows like a poisonous snake. But in an instant, a soul appeared in his hand. The blue-gray palm became whiter and whiter, and the flesh-colored nails turned into black and purple.

"Search for souls!"

A few moments.

Tu Shanjun withdrew the black and red silk thread, and the two corpses in front of him suddenly turned into evil spirits and souls and were gathered into his sleeves and robes.

"Longrongfang..."

…

Huangshi woke up from the cold.

It seemed to be extremely cold tonight, so much so that it was unbearable for him, a Qigong practitioner, to wake up.

He stood up and looked at the windows and doors. They were both closed. He seemed a little thirsty. He walked to the table and chair and sat down. He was about to pour himself tea when he suddenly found that there seemed to be a vague figure in front of him.

The drowsiness and haziness he felt just now suddenly turned into a chill, like cold water pouring over his head, waking him up suddenly.

"Who are you, Your Excellency?"

"Are you Huangshi?"

Huang Shi was startled. The voice was ethereal and hoarse. It was as unpleasant as the friction of iron plates. However, the indifferent sound was like a demon's roar, which shocked his mind. Even his body could not help but lower down and regenerate.

I couldn't afford any resistance, so I could only answer honestly: "Yes."

"Zhongyi Society, Shetou, Huangshi?"

"yes."

"That's right." The figure's face was reflected in the candlelight, but it turned out to be a green-faced and fanged evil ghost.

Just before Huang Shi's magic power was about to burst out, a ghostly hand fell on the top of his head. With a crunching sound, his tall body suddenly collapsed on the table like mud.

"receive!"

…

A lot of killing to refine one's soul and looting property.

Finally returned to the orphanage.

Tu Shanjun touched the slender pocket on his waist, which already contained hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones, two spiritual talismans, and a set of magic weapons.

Sure enough, a man will not be rich without windfall, and a horse will not be fat without night grass.

It's a pity that Huangshi is also poor.

To maintain the "Zhongyi Society", the expenses are naturally not small, and there is not much savings left.

…

The next day.

In the courtyard, Tushanjun, who was about to go to the shop to buy tools for making talismans, was waiting quietly for Xu Sanniang.

But first we saw a familiar face.

In Longrongfang, an old woman engaged in the coffin shop and other funeral industries came to visit.

Xu Sanniang seemed a little surprised: "Grandma Qing."

"Why does my mother-in-law have time to come here?"

"Ms. Xu, I didn't come here to look for you."

Xu Sanniang asked doubtfully: "Aren't you looking for me?"

"I'm looking for him."

Grandma Qing pointed at the monk in black robes who was standing next to Xu Sanniang, holding a wine gourd and smashing the bar's mouth.

The second update will be later.
Chapter completed!