Has Feng Bei learned how to meow? Zheng Xiu reasonably feels that he has not.
Just open your mouth and pretend to be meowing?
Is Mr. Zheng so easy to fool?
In [Station Station Fengbei], Zheng Xiu hung up his phone on the way.
There are always ghosts around Yiren Fengbei, and they hang up in the inn. Isn't it normal?
It was Scar Lao Liu who wanted to wake Zheng Xiu up. Zheng Xiu found a reason to tell Scar Lao Liu not to bother him, so that he could go to jail peacefully.
Zheng Xiu drank a cup of tea to calm down his shock.
He sighed and lamented that the day could change at any time, and it was freezing cold overnight.
Unfortunately, being "unbreakable" makes Zheng Xiu's cold tolerance horribly high, and he only feels cool and pleasant in his thin clothes.
After drinking three cups in a row to quench his thirst, Zheng Xiu went out again and his consciousness returned to the [Bad Boy].
The shaking of the carriage made Zheng Xiu understand that he was still on the way.
When he looked up, he saw Feng Bei sitting on the edge of the carriage, with the back of his head facing towards him, and he didn't look very happy.
Who messed with her?
It must be Dou Xie.
No big or small.
Zheng Xiu dug his ears. He was deaf and his ears were clear now, so he didn't bother to ask more questions.
Communicating on paper is too hard.
The whole journey was silent, Zheng Xiu was deaf, and they couldn't ask anything they wanted to ask.
Sunset dusk.
The carriage swayed back to the front of the imperial city.
The sky full of ravens is a unique sight in the imperial city.
Just as Zheng Xiu was about to lift his legs and run away, Feng Bei stopped him in front of him and calmly held up a piece of paper with words written on it.
Obviously she was prepared.
Dou Xie looked at the big baby who had several pages torn away by violence, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
The paper said: I will take you to treat your ears.
Zheng Xiu pointed to his ear and shouted: "Who should I treat?"
Feng Bei silently turned to the next page - she obviously expected Zheng Xiu to ask this question.
The second page reads: Living Dead, Situ Yong.
Zheng Xiu shook his head vigorously: "He can't even cure Zheng Erniang. He is a quack doctor. It doesn't matter if he doesn't cure her!"
Feng Bei seemed to have expected Zheng Xiu's words and silently turned to the third page.
The third page reads: Two different things.
Zheng Xiu was stunned, pointed at the pile of paper in Feng Bei's hand, and without any nonsense, asked directly: "Let me see what you write on the next page."
The corners of Feng Bei's mouth turned up slightly. He had been holding back Zheng Xiu's words all along the way, and now he seemed to have found an outlet. Feng Bei turned to the last page.
It says: If you don't go, I will stay at Zheng's house day and night.
"..."
Yueyan pointed at herself and Douxie: "Master Shangxian San, what about us?"
Feng Bei kept his eyes on Zheng Xiu, as if he was afraid that Zheng Xiu would disappear. He pulled on his black silk gloves and politely replied: "I'd like to trouble you to write about this matter, but please don't include my involvement in the case. Thank you very much."
Yue Yan knew that Feng Bei was talking about the incident at the end of Gui Xie, when Feng Bei leveled a mountain with one person.
In fact, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Yue Yan wouldn't have believed that Feng Bei could reach this point once he took action with all his strength.
Such destructive power has definitely reached the legendary "Grandmaster" rating.
But why can't I write?
Yue Yan was curious.
Although there was no hint of threat in Feng Bei's words.
But the action is obvious.
Yue Yan and Dou Xie promised repeatedly that they would never mention it.
Like a frustrated nanny, Feng Bei followed Zheng Xiu all the way to the door of Zheng's house, remaining silent.
The flock of ravens in the sky were disturbed by Feng Bei's aura, and they separated. There was a sudden burst of chickens and dogs on the roofs of the city, and the night guards were alarmed to see who had disturbed the ravens.
"咻咻咻咻——"
Arriving in front of Zheng's house, Zheng Xiu blew a long whistle.
"What are you bragging about?" As soon as she said this, Feng Bei knew that it was in vain. The young man was deaf and couldn't hear. But she didn't expect this, so she said it out of loneliness.
Unexpectedly, the young man took the initiative to explain: "Sister Fengbei, please don't misunderstand. I heard from Uncle Qing Shisan that the relationship between Ye Weiyang and the Zheng family has never been good. I was afraid that you would scare them, so I informed you in advance."
Sure enough, Qing Shisan came to open the door after a while, with a strange look on his face: "Uh... Master, are you back?"
Fengbei bowed to the thirteenth day of the Qing Dynasty.
Qing Shisan was a little flattered by this sudden courtesy. He never expected that Shang Xiansan was such a person.
"Second mother! Second mother!"
The young man rushed straight to the east wing without anyone stopping him.
When Feng Bei heard Zheng Xiu's panicked tone, she burst into laughter. At the same time, she also began to doubt her own guess.
Ever since Zheng Xiuliang showed such a posture in the ghost world, Feng Bei couldn't help but have a ridiculous idea.
Zheng Shan is Zheng Evil, they are the same person.
If placed in a normal world, this idea would undoubtedly be a fantasy and extremely ridiculous. But there are so many magic tricks in the world, what if there really is a magic trick that can make people rejuvenate?
But now the young man's unintentional display of his youthful nature made Feng Bei doubt his own intuition once again.
Maybe I saw it wrong?
"Second mother! Second mother! Second mother!"
The young man hurriedly ran through the corridor, came to the east wing, and opened the door.
The second mother was getting up to drink porridge with Zhizhi's support. She was dumbfounded when she saw the intruding boy, porridge water dripping from the corners of her mouth.
"Ah, Master, you..."
Zhizhi saw the young master breaking in and was about to say something, but Zheng Xiu asked directly to Zhizhi: "Look at the tumor behind Er Niang's hair!"
When Zhizhi heard it, he understood and quickly checked.
"No more! Master! The tumor is gone!"
Zhizhi said in surprise.
Zhizhi's joyful call attracted other people, and the lifeless Zheng family suddenly became lively.
Some people beat gongs and some people play drums.
Brotherhood members hidden everywhere were whistling and delivering the great news.
"Wait a minute," the shocked Zheng Erniang finally came back to her senses. She pointed with trembling fingers at the young man who looked exactly like Mr. Zheng when he was a child. Her eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost: "You are..."
Zheng Erniang, who had just recovered from a serious illness, seemed to have had a nightmare. When she woke up, she felt like she had been reborn.
But Zheng Xiu's sudden appearance made Er Niang feel that she was not awake yet.
"Uh, Sister Fengbei." Zheng Xiu turned around and said, "My cousin and I have a few words to whisper."
Zhizhi frowned when he heard this: "Cousin?"
Er Niang was stunned: "Cousin?"
Feng Bei hesitated for a moment, looked at the three people in the room, nodded, exited the room, and closed the door.
After a few breaths, the delicate calls of the female relatives came from inside the house.
Feng Bei just wanted to find a place to stand on the top of the house where he could monitor the room. When he heard a movement coming from inside the house, he slapped his hand and the door turned into ashes and disappeared.
But where is the figure of the young man in that house?
"Where is he!"
Feng Bei gritted his teeth and asked.
Zhizhi and Erniang had the word "confused" written all over their faces. Seeing the two expensive sliding doors turned into gray, they pointed blankly to the same side.
Where they pointed, the window swayed, and the boy had long since disappeared.
Feng Bei clenched his fists.
…
Plop!
The avatar disappears through the blind spot of the two people in the room.
The moment he canceled [Fugue], Zheng Xiu's consciousness fell into the water, surrounded by darkness and boundless depth.
Sinking, sinking, sinking.
[Xiangu Temple] The Ghost Demon seemed to have ended and cleared the level at this point. Zheng Xiu kept sinking. When his feet stepped on the ground, Zheng Xiu opened his mouth and spit out a bubble.
He knew he had reached the door again.
Zheng Xiu, who now has some understanding of thaumaturgy practice, combined with his own experience, roughly understands what happened to him.
He is a born [prisoner] alien.
"Going to jail" is both a restriction and a rule, and wandering through ghosts is a process of promotion.
The incarnation is the "medium" through which thaumaturgy is performed.
But at the same time, as long as he is in "prison", he himself can also be used as a medium for performing magic.
This seems to echo the theoretical knowledge Yue Yan told me.
But there are some things that are inconsistent with Yue Yan's statement.
Zheng Xiu didn't take it seriously. Yue Yan's statement was just one of them. Strangers and ordinary people couldn't generalize.
Look at Feng Bei, waving his hands to level the mountain. How does he look like an ordinary thaumaturgy?
While thinking about it, in the dark doorway, the surrounding darkness twisted and writhed, like a dream, like a sea, like a fog.
Zheng Xiu walked forward automatically, and the curved road extended behind Zheng Xiu and disappeared.
He always felt that it was not him walking on the doorstep, but the doorway pushing him along.
I do not know how long it has been.
A dark door appeared at the end of the road.
On the door is written "Jiazi·Eight".
Zheng Xiu knew that it was not easy to come here, so he pushed away hard.
In the process of pushing the door, Zheng Xiu felt a strange resistance.
When he pushed open the ninth door, he didn't feel such resistance.
Fortunately, the resistance did not last long. Zheng Xiu was in a stalemate with the door for several seconds. The door came loose. He walked through the door and stepped onto a new road.
【You go further into the doorway.】
【You take one step further in the doorway.】
【You push open the door of "Jiazi·Eight".】
The last time he opened the ninth door, he acquired the derivative ability of [Unbreakable], but this time, there was nothing new.
A blood-red dice flew out from the depths. Upon closer inspection, it was clearly his familiar dice.
What is different from usual is that this dice is clearly the size of a fist.
Zheng Xiu jumped up and grabbed the blood-red dice.
The die has twenty sides, but the strange thing is that only one side has words on it, while the other nineteen sides are empty.
The only side with words says "一".
Looking closely, there is a double chain knife burning with black flames deep in the "one".
This is clearly the "Form One", [Purgatory] he completed in Xiangu Temple.
Ah this?
At the end of the ghost scene in Xiangu Temple, the [Form One] he accidentally created was actually the reward inside the eighth door?
Why did you pay in advance?
Zheng Xiu's eyes were shaking, and his mind wandered. When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the familiar bone chair in the prison of his mind.
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