She originally thought that Wu Zhou would need to sneer and ridicule her when she said she wanted to become an immortal, but she didn't expect that she would just agree so easily?
And he himself is still in such a precarious state, can he send her to immortality?
She just made a joke, but she didn't expect Wu Zhou to be more humorous than her.
Suddenly he smiled again, with a hint of evil in his teasing, "Actually, I have always wanted a tail for you. It's nice and warm, perfect."
However, Wu Zhou actually thought about it seriously, and then nodded solemnly, "I can give it to you."
"Hey, is your spirit damaged so much that your IQ is negative?" Qianye couldn't help but reach out and touch Wu Zhou's forehead, "You don't have a fever."
"As long as I have it, what can't I give you?"
Qianye looked at him as if he had seen a ghost. Has Wu Zhou changed his path to a living Bodhisattva?
The first step in cultivating Buddhism is to feed a tiger with one's body and take everything you ask for?
Suddenly, she came closer to him and asked in a low voice, "What if I like your ears?"
"Are you done yet?! Open the hell gate!!" Wu Zhou roared and closed his eyes tightly, as if he had used too much force.
Qianye felt a little relieved, this was like Wu Zhou.
The ghost door near the bed slowly opened, and a dark wind blew out. At a glance, it was so dark that it was frightening.
Qianye held Wu Zhou's hand tightly. Even though he knew he was very strong, he was still uneasy and said: "Remember, I opened this ghost door. After entering, you cannot let go of my hand, otherwise the soul will be easily destroyed by the evil wind."
If you are blown away, you will probably not be able to come back. If an inexplicable ghost asks you something, you must not answer it. Also, once you enter the ghost realm, don't look back. You can only look forward, and you must never look back."
Wu Zhou nodded and slowly closed his eyes.
The cold wind gradually covered the whole body. Suddenly, the body became lighter, as if it had turned into a cloud without any weight.
When I opened my eyes again, the sky was gray, the ground was black, monotonous and eerie colors, and there was a vague street market not far away.
On the dusty ground, Qianye's hands were no longer warm, but they held him tightly, not daring to relax at all.
Wu Zhou followed her half a step behind, looking at the gray sky, and slowly tightened his hands. Although the environment was not so satisfactory, it felt pretty good.
Qianye walked in front and couldn't look back, but Wu Zhou could watch her from behind. This was the first time in thousands of years that he had done something for someone, and it felt... pretty good too.
Suddenly, Wu Zhou's eyes fell behind Qianye and he was stunned for a moment, "Why do you have a shadow?"
"Oh, that means I'm extremely talented."
Wu Zhou quietly looked at the shadow following Qianye. Only the physical body had a shadow, and the soul could never have a shadow.
Not just mortals, but also demons. If we put it bluntly, shadows often represent their souls.
Mortal souls also have shadows? This was the first time he saw it.
"Is something following you?"
"I am a heavenly master. If anyone dared to follow me, I would have sent them to the eighteenth level of hell."
"Then do you know that your soul has a shadow?"
"I know." After saying that, Qianye paused slightly, "Stop chatting now, the ghost market is here."
The so-called ghost market is actually not much different from a human market. Ghosts who have not yet been reincarnated sometimes bring the things burned by their families to sell them here or exchange them for what they need.
It's just that it lacks a bit of excitement. Although there are hawkers and ghosts coming and going, it always feels eerie and deserted.