"My lords outside, due to some force majeure factors, Tianxiang Pavilion will no longer be open for business recently. Sir, please come back." In the lobby, Qin Yao said calmly without even raising his butt.
"This..." The red-coated official was stuck and didn't know what to do for a while.
"I'm not going to close in the morning, I'm going to close in the evening, but I'm going to close when I'm here, sir. I suspect you're targeting me." Ma Shangfeng pushed away the official in red, took his place, and said angrily.
Qin Yao said: "There is nothing we can do about it. My lord, you didn't come early or late, but you came today. It's just a coincidence, isn't it?"
Ma Shangfeng laughed angrily: "You think you still blame me?"
"No, no, it's just a coincidence." Qin Yao said.
"I am worried about ghosts and monsters harming people. Saving people is like putting out fires. I cannot accept this coincidence." As Ma Shangfeng said, he was so angry that he pushed out his palm and hit the wooden door hard. The strong force broke the door bolt in an instant.
Qin Yao stood up slowly, and the ghost in the shadow seemed to be baring its teeth and claws: "Master Ma, what if you come in? There must be a reason for closing the door, and this reason is that you can no longer make wishes in the near future."
"Why, why?" Ma Shangfeng questioned.
Qin Yao said: "Do I need to explain to you the decision I made?"
"Arrogant!" Ma Shangfeng was furious and waved his hand: "Come here, arrest this guy."
The soldiers in armor and swords suddenly filed in and rushed towards Qin Yao fiercely.
"Xiao Wenjun, repel them." Qin Yao said softly.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." From the shadow on the ground, countless black hair surged out like a tide, slapping heavily at the soldiers including Ma Shangfeng.
156n.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
"Tsk."
The soldiers were easily photographed out of the attic, but when the black hair came into contact with Ma Shangfeng, a burst of golden light suddenly appeared on the other side, like a golden flame, which instantly scorched all the black hair that hit him.
"Guardian of national destiny..." Qin Yao's eyes narrowed and he raised his hand slightly.
Xiao Wenjun cooperated with him tacitly and immediately took back all his black hair.
"What kind of monster are you?" Ma Shangfeng could see Xiao Wenjun's black hair, but couldn't see the golden light coming from his own body. He touched his chest and asked with a clear conscience.
Qin Yao watched the golden light on his body slowly dissipate and muttered: "I am not a monster. Seeing that you have the emperor's mandate and you talk about saving the people, I will tell you honestly that Shijia Town is probably haunted by ghosts. Ninth is Fusang Ghost King's handiwork, and this Tianxiang Pavilion is probably inseparable from him. You wanted to deal with Fusang Ghost King, but you came to Tianxiang Pavilion. If I hadn't taken care of the mess here before you, you would have been in trouble. .”
Ma Shangfeng tried hard to digest the huge information in these words, and asked in surprise: "Then who are you?"
Qin Yao thought for a moment and said, "I'm just an ordinary passerby.
Master Ma, if you really want to deal with Fuso Ghost King, I can give you two suggestions.
One is to go to the thatched cottage layman and he will tell you how to deal with the Fuso Ghost King. Don't ask me where to find it, I don't know either.
Second, let’s stay here in Tianxiang Pavilion for two days and see what kind of ghost will come if I ruin their show.”
At this point, his voice suddenly turned cold: "I need to remind you that the danger level of staying with me is far higher than that of staying with a layman in a thatched cottage. If you are not careful, you may die."
Ma Shangfeng pondered for a moment, raised his head and said: "You are standing in front of me, and I have never heard of that thatched cottage layman. Who knows where he is? I have the emperor's orders, and I must solve Shijia Town as soon as possible.
It's haunted, so I have no choice."
Qin Yao said: "Do you have a master?"
"how do you know?"
"He may know where the thatched cottage layman is." Qin Yao said.
Ma Shangfeng looked at him deeply and waved his hand: "You don't need to say anything anymore. I'll stay with you for a while to check the situation. If it doesn't work, I'll go find the layman in the thatched cottage..."
Three quarters of a hour.
Dark clouds cover the moon.
The cold wind blew up the dust on the ground, driving them forward.
Vaguely, the wind and dust in the sky gathered together from time to time, forming a slender figure, walking with light steps, all the way to the Tianxiang Tower, and manifested into a graceful woman wearing black gauze, in front of the officers and soldiers who were stunned.
Under the fierce gaze, he pushed the door open and walked into the lobby.
"Where is the monster?" In the lobby, Qin Yao stood up slowly, standing up like a tiger, filled with murderous intent.
The woman raised her gorgeous skirt and walked up to him step by step with graceful steps: "Enchantress, Nekomata, I have met you."
"Enchantress?" Qin Yao slowly narrowed his eyes: "Your master is the Fuso Ghost King?"
Mao was startled for a second, then smiled with a charming smile: "You even know this, it seems you are well prepared."
In Qin Yao's memory, Fuso Ghost King only had Shi Shi, an enchantress. Suddenly, another Nekomata appeared, and he couldn't bear to ignore it: "I didn't come prepared, I just happened to meet him at the right time."
Nekomata's amber eyes stared at his cheek and chuckled: "What a perfect opportunity...
I wonder what your lord’s plan is for killing my people, occupying my shop, and forcing me to show up?
Could it be that you want to learn about yin and yang... No, if you follow the local customs, you should be called a Taoist priest here. Could it be that you want to learn from Taoist priests in slaying demons and slaying demons?"
Qin Yao shook his head: "You misunderstood. Have you seen my shadow? I'm raising ghosts myself, so how can I do that kind of thing of slaying demons? I'm just a little curious about your Fusang's ghost story, and I want to talk to you.
You talk."
The cat came to the long table like the wind, crossed its long white legs, and straddled the table: "I happen to be bored. Every day here is torture. It would be nice to chat with you."
"Boring?" Qin Yao pointed at Tianxiang Pavilion and said solemnly: "Then can I understand that this so-called Tianxiang Pavilion is the product of your boredom?"
The cat smiled again: "Yes, when nothing in the world can fill the emptiness in my heart, then like a god, playing tricks on the fate of mortals becomes my greatest joy."
Qin Yao sighed: "Gods will not tease mortals easily, let alone take pleasure in teasing mortals. Because this kind of thing harms the harmony of heaven and morality."
Nekomata had an indifferent look on his face: "So what if it damages the moral character? A little more moral character or a little less virtue makes no difference to me. On the contrary, I just want to be happy."
Qin Yao laughed: "That's a perfect answer. If I want to condemn you from a moral perspective, I should at least be a moral saint myself. Unfortunately, I am not. I only want to be happy."
"It's hard to find a close friend, and it's hard to find a confidant." Mao You laughed loudly: "Your Excellency, I would like to treat you to a drink..."