There was a hoarse voice, shouting extremely loudly, shouting: "Save us, we can continue to cooperate."
Another voice with a younger voice cried and shouted: "We can't kick you away, come and save us."
Yan Xi said loudly: "I can't help you!"
Yan Xi turned off his cell phone. Although he didn't know whether the ghosts in the Jiayin world would come to him through radio waves, Yan Xi didn't want to save anyone.
The other party actually said that they would kick him away, but they still continued to cooperate? In other words, they were already planning not to cooperate?
He doesn’t flirt with his sister, so who can he save?
There is no way to save people anyway.
Yan Xi hasn’t learned to catch ghosts yet!
After a while, the phone rang again.
After Yan Xi hung up, the phone continued to ring.
He had no choice but to pick up the phone and saw a ghostly face in the video staring at him. It was scary.
Yan Xi and Ghost Face looked at each other for a while, then slowly extended a middle finger.
The evil spirit on the opposite side became angry and started to attack like crazy. Soon the screen went dark. Obviously, the evil spirit failed to get through, but the camera was damaged.
Yan Xi complained: "This native ghost can't even get through the screen. He's not a professional!"
On earth, it seems that whether it is American ghost movies, Japanese ghost movies, or Chinese...
Wrong!
There are no ghost movies in China, only Liao Zhai.
Being able to drill out of the screen of electronic devices and come and go through video tapes, optical discs, and wired and wireless signal networks seems to be a universal skill.
But Yan Xi just provoked him, and he was very sure that the ghosts in Jiayin Realm didn't know this skill, even the ghosts who had been sacrificed by the evil monks didn't know how to do it.
He looked left and right for a while. Although there was some cold wind blowing on the top of the mountain, it was by no means a cold wind.
"I wonder if when the teacher went to rescue Yan Po and the others, he could also rescue Zhao Qijin and his gang."
"It's disgusting to play tricks."
Zhao Qijin's mobile phone could not transmit images, but the sound was good. Very frightening screams were soon heard from the other side. Theoretically, people were already starting to die.
Yan Xi was a little sad and cut off the video communication.
"When I get back outside, I will burn incense in the temple for you and find some eminent monks to pray for you."
Yan Xi also sighed, but he really couldn't save people.
He looked up into the distance and couldn't see anything at all.
Yan Xi opened a can of beer, took a sip, and waited patiently for a few hours. Suddenly he saw a stream of clouds passing by in the sky, and the Ceres leaves fluttering down. When he saw his apprentice, he smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, Dongfang
The old ghost is not my rival as a teacher."
Yan Xi asked: "Master, who is that black cloud?"
Gu Shen Ye smiled and said: "He is the Supreme Elder of the Yinshan Sect, called Dongfang Qiu. He has the art of Xuanyin Ghost Cloud, which is unparalleled in the world. But under my hands, he is still vulnerable to a single blow. He was severely injured by his master and has retreated.
Already."
"Yan Po and those little ghosts are fine. The one who practices Wutu Zhenqi is a little unlucky. He was a little late in taking action and has been captured by the old ghost from the East. The end may not be good."
Yan Xi also sighed, the man in yellow was able to fight as well as Yan Po, one can imagine his abilities!
At least it took hundreds of years of hard work to achieve what we have today.
Just because there is no support behind him, life or death is uncertain when he meets him. It is no wonder that there are so few people practicing in Jiayin world.
There is no way, cultivation is too difficult, and death is too quick.
As soon as Yan Xi thought of this, he saw the figure of Ceres Ye gradually disappearing. He couldn't help being shocked and thought to himself: "Is the teacher so scared that he lost his mind?"
But I heard the voice of Ceres Ye, lingering around the top of the mountain, saying: "My teacher couldn't bear it. I saw the boy in yellow was killed by the old ghost from the East, so I have chased him down to save him."
"I was afraid that you would be worried, so I used magic to send a message back."
"I don't have to prepare meals for my master these days. I can take care of myself by myself."
After finishing speaking, the figure of Ceres Leaf was blown away by the wind.
Only then did Yan Xi realize that the flowing clouds were not the teacher's escaping light, but a spell sent back by a message.
When he thought about how he thought the teacher had given up on saving people, he felt ashamed and secretly shouted: "This is a person on the right path! He will save someone even if he doesn't know him. I guess the teacher also cares about the Jiayin world."
There are too few practitioners, and if we don’t help each other, we will be in danger sooner or later, so we have to act bravely.”
Yan Xi was left alone. Knowing that the teacher was not here for the time being, he felt a little panicked. He was not a brave person. Living alone in a barren mountain, he was a little afraid to say anything.
Yan Xi secretly thought: "Forget it, just go back and stay for a few days, it will be considered a holiday."
"Didn't Qingying ask me if I was free to accompany her to see the new house?"
"I'm free now!"
Yan Xi collected the garbage, turned around, and traveled back to modern society. He stretched out his muscles a little, experienced his original body that had not been used much for a while, and the various cultivations that were synchronized, and he felt relaxed and gave his girlfriend a massage.
Got a phone call.
Xun Qingying was still working overtime and was quite excited when she received the call. The two chatted for a few words, and Yan Xi volunteered to pick her up from get off work.
After leaving the secluded place where he traveled, Yan Xi took a taxi online and soon arrived at the downstairs of Ji's Group Building.
This time, he didn't go in directly.
After all, it was night, and there were not many people in the building anymore. If you go in now, you will be suspected of being a plum under the melon field. If everyone has lost something, it will be difficult to tell clearly.
Yan Xi gave the online ride-hailing driver 100 yuan and asked him to wait for a while. The driver readily agreed and tried to chat with Yan Xi about the situation in Russia and Ukraine.
Yan Xi hasn't watched the news for a long time, how can he have the mood to talk about this?
What he is currently concerned about is the Jiayin Realm Cultivation War, the Yinshan Sect and the Three Fire God Lords, and he has no common language with the driver.
After waiting for a while, Yan Xi unexpectedly saw Bodu walking out with a girl.
This girl is a little chubby, but has a charming face and is very young. Walking with Bodu, she looks like a little red riding hood being targeted by Grandma Wolf.
Bodu laughed a few times and said, "I was in the review section of an online novel called "Today" and saw someone saying that this book is getting better and better. Do you know, I was reminded of the siege at that time?
!”
The girl couldn't help but laugh and said: "What's wrong with the siege? What does Qian Zhongshu's novel have to do with online novels?"
Bodu said seriously: "The hero of the siege is Fang Hongjian, and the heroine is Sun Roujia!"
"You taste it carefully?"
Yan Xi covered his face with his hands to prevent Bodu from seeing him and coming up to say hello. This tiger monster has only lived in modern society for a few days? It has been ravaged by the dirty modern society and turned into the appearance of an old and pervert human being.
This is called forcing a tiger to become a prostitute!
Yan Xi wanted to jump out, pointed at Bodu and shouted: "Hey! That tiger monster, let go of that little white rabbit." Then he thought about it, he was here to pick up his girlfriend from work, and he had an extra little one in his hand.
White Rabbit, it’s not easy to explain its use, so I can only express it in frustration.