The Ghost King wanted to kill the unlucky ghost. However, the restriction of the side hall saved the unlucky ghost, and the Ghost King's catching wind could not penetrate.
In the past few days, the ghost king went to see Shi Gensheng, but it was obviously in vain. He was angry and wanted to teach the unlucky ghost a lesson when he came back. But at this moment, someone behind him sneered: "Ghost king, why are you angry with a junior?"
The Ghost King looked back and saw that it was King Yama who was standing more than ten steps behind him. The Ghost King laughed strangely: "Old Yan, what are you doing in my ghost valley?" King Yama said: "I am the unlucky ghost.
His subordinates, don’t you know?”
"You want to rescue him?"
"Of course, he is mine, so I naturally want to save him. What's more, you borrowed his body, and I want to seek justice for him."
"Really? Then let's see if you have this ability."
As he said that, the Ghost King suddenly grabbed him.
King Yama was already on guard and leaned to avoid it.
"King of Ghosts, it seems that we must have a battle today." King Yama pointed at it. The Xuanyin Finger was extremely powerful, especially when King of Yama used it, so it should not be underestimated. King of Ghosts knew how powerful it was, so he did not dare to attack it head-on and avoided it sideways.
The two of them grabbed each other's fingers and struck dozens of blows in the blink of an eye.
The Ghost King knew that in an ordinary fight like this, even if the two fought for three days and three nights, they might not be able to tell the difference. He wanted to leave his body and compete with King Yama, but because he borrowed the body of the unlucky ghost,
Once the soul is out of the body, if it is not controlled well, it will be restored to the body by the unlucky ghost.
Thinking of this, he hesitated. King Yama had already seen what he was thinking, and he shouted: "King of Ghosts, you and I have fought many times and we have not decided the winner, so why not fight with our souls."
Although the Ghost King refused, he could not withstand the anger of King Yama, so the two souls left their bodies and started fighting.
The ghost king and the soul of Yama were locked in a stalemate, and for a while they couldn't tell the winner. Suddenly, Yama said: "Unlucky ghost, you haven't thrown the soul-calling flag yet."
"Soul-summoning flag, what soul-summoning flag?"
"It's the yellow silk in your arms."
The Ghost King was stunned.
"Okay, unlucky guy, you got my soul-calling flag?"
The unlucky man didn't expect that the thing was a soul-calling flag. He took it out and shouted: "Boss Yan, how do you use this thing?"
"Soak it in blood, then throw it out according to the instructions above."
The unlucky guy screamed, blood, where did the blood come from?
Seeing his hesitation, King Yama shouted: "With your own blood."
The unfortunate man looked down and saw that using his own blood would be tantamount to self-harm. He had always been timid and hesitant.
King Yama kept shouting: "Boy, don't you want to restore your appearance? Besides, this body is not yours, so why are you hesitating? Wait a moment, I have to leave. Don't say you can't restore it then.
Even the King of Ghosts can't spare you."
When the unlucky man heard this, he was cruel and bit his own wrist. Blood immediately came out. The unlucky man smeared the blood on the yellow silk, and a line of words appeared on the silk.
The unlucky guy follows the instructions above, chants in his mouth, and then throws it out.
Seeing this, the Ghost King wanted to restore his spirit. Unexpectedly, King Yama had already controlled him at this time. The soul-calling flag was raised in the air, and the Ghost King's spirit was immediately sucked in. The Ghost King's spirit was lost, and King Yama's magical power was condensed, and with a palm
Patted on his back. Immediately, the ghost king's soul was knocked out, and the soul returned to the side hall. King Yama grabbed the soul-calling flag with his hand and laughed.
The unlucky man shouted: "Boss Yan, save me quickly."
King Yama stretched out his hand to grab it, but the grip was blocked by a restriction and could not penetrate into the side hall.
At this time, the ghost king's soul was wandering in the side hall, trying to catch the unlucky ghost. Fortunately, his soul was lost, and nine-tenths of his magical power was lost. The unlucky ghost was chased by the ghost king's soul and stumbled around, screaming. The ghost king's soul couldn't stop shouting.
He shouted: "Give me back my body."
With that said, the Ghost King struck the unlucky ghost with a palm. The unlucky ghost's soul left the Ghost King's body. The Ghost King immediately recovered himself.
The unlucky ghost drifted away, but still couldn't get out of the side hall.
After the ghost king recovered, he turned around to catch the unlucky ghost. Even if the ghost king only had one point of skill left, the unlucky ghost could not resist. But at this moment, King Yama threw the soul-calling flag in the air and shouted a few words. Suddenly, the unlucky ghost
His soul was sucked out and entered the soul-calling flag.
King Yama flicked the soul-calling flag onto the body of the unlucky ghost, and the soul of the unlucky ghost entered his body, but then the soul of the ghost king also entered.
King Yama was shocked. What he wanted to get was the elixir of the ghost king's soul. Therefore, he grabbed it suddenly and scattered the ghost king's soul, but half of it still entered the body of the unlucky ghost.
The ghost king's other dispersed souls were misty and wandering, scattered in the ghost valley.
King Yama grabbed the unlucky man and headed out of the valley.
The unlucky ghost not only recovered himself, but also gained half of the ghost king's soul. Is it a blessing or a curse?
He was so dizzy that he felt as if his brain had exploded in half. His body was floating like flying, and sometimes the wind was whistling in his ears, and sometimes he lost his intuition. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his body, and his body was shot in the air, and then he fell.
When he opened his eyes, he found that he had arrived in the main hall of the underworld. King Yama glared at him: "Boy, give me your soul." The unlucky man was so groggy at this time that he vaguely heard King Yama's words.
Neng smiled bitterly: "Boss Yan, I...I can't stand it anymore." As he said that, the unfortunate guy passed out again.
King Yama grabbed him and tried to force the soul out of his body. However, the soul of the ghost king and the soul of the unlucky ghost merged very well in the soul-calling flag, and now they became one. King Yama was annoyed and kicked him.
The unfortunate guy was kicked out.
King Yama's kick was quite powerful. The unlucky ghost rose up in the air, suddenly flew out, and flew far away.
At this time, the spirit of the Ghost King spread out over the unlucky ghost's head, and the unlucky ghost's whole body was like an air bag. Therefore, King Yama's kick could not hurt him. However, his blood was very strong at this time, and the pain he suffered was indescribable.
surface.
The unlucky ghost floated leisurely in the valley next to the ghost gate, and fainted immediately after landing.
I don't know how long it took for the unfortunate ghost to wake up. He found that there was a strange air flow in his body. As long as he thought about it, the air flow was swaying in his body, and he felt like it was about to come out.
The unlucky man didn't know what was going on. He just got up, and suddenly, three people came over. On the left and right were Fatty and Slender, and the man in the middle was King Yama. King Yama snorted: "Unlucky man, you are a fool.
It’s huge.”
The unlucky man fell to his knees: "Boss Yan, I don't know where I offended you. I did it unintentionally. Please forgive me."
King Yama said angrily: "You kid, you still dare to pretend. You have sucked half of the ghost king's soul. Don't you know that I used six points of force in that kick, but you have no career at all? Isn't this the ghost king?"
Is it the role of the soul?"
"Yuan Shen? What is Yuan Shen? Oh, I understand." The unfortunate man suddenly remembered what was said in martial arts novels. Yuan Shen is only available when a person has cultivated to a certain level. Could it be that he...
Shou Er kicked the unfortunate guy: "You kid, you really embarrass me, Master."
But Pang Da said: "Boss Yan, I think the unlucky guy may not know about this matter. He also did it unintentionally. Please spare him."
King Yama said calmly: "Is he unintentional? I didn't tell him about the function of the soul-calling flags, and I also told him to help him recover. But as for him, I helped him, but he took the ghost king's soul as his own.
Yes, it disappoints me so much, huh, no punishment will not satisfy the hatred in my heart."
King Yama has already seen that the spirit of the ghost king has merged with the unlucky ghost. There was still a glimmer of hope for him to come this time, but from this point of view, it is absolutely impossible.
"Boss Yan, my unlucky ghost really didn't do it on purpose. Otherwise, just take away the ghost king's eyes."
The unlucky ghost heart said: I am really unlucky.
King Yama looked at him and said: "I wanted to destroy your soul, but I can't let you go so easily. I want to make your life worse than death."
Thinking of this, King Yama grabbed the unlucky guy, and then slapped it on the ground. Suddenly, a wall trapped the unlucky guy. King Yama then shot out the Three Flavors True Fire.
These three flavors of true fire change twice every day. According to the time of Ziwu, the unlucky ghosts begin to suffer from the glacier at Zi hour, and from the fierce fire at Noon hour.
Fatty couldn't bear it. He was thinking about how to save the unlucky ghost from the suffering of the three flavors of true fire. After all, the unlucky ghost was his disciple. Fatty tried to persuade King Yama for several days, but King Yama refused. Fatty thought of a person.
He thought he could ask Zhu Jiujie to help the unlucky man.
So Pang Da secretly came to see Zhu Jiujie.
At this time, Zhu Jiujie was struggling with the election of the hospital.
Someone wrote him a note, hoping that he could participate in the election. The note did not leave a name, and he did not know who it was, but judging from the crooked handwriting, it was obvious that the person who wrote the note did not want him to know his true identity.
Who could it be?
The hospital has posted notices in the past few days and will hold a general meeting at nine o'clock tomorrow morning to hold open elections. Zhu Jiujie does not care whether he is a hospital or not, but he cares about his future reputation. Of course, he wants reputation not for himself, but for his father.
His father hoped that he could honor his ancestors in modern times and make Zhu family medicine famous all over the world. This was a false name, and he knew that his father was not doing it for profit.
After get off work, Zhu Jiujie did not go home, but went to see Dean Zheng. Dean Zheng is the acting dean, and all those who sign up for the election must inform him. Of course, generally speaking, they have to go through each department first.
Report to the office, and then report to Dean Zheng after being collected by Sha San.
The registration deadline is today, but it is off work now. Zhu Jiujie came directly to see Dean Zheng.
Dean Zheng's office door is open. Dean Zheng is lying on the sofa.
When Dean Zheng heard the footsteps, he raised his eyelids and said with a smile: "This is Director Zhu, please come in."
Zhu Jiujie sat down on the sofa: "Dean Zheng, aren't you off work yet?"
"The public election will be held tomorrow. I will wait and see if any colleagues will sign up."
"Is the list out?"
Dean Zheng took out a piece of paper from the table: "Read it yourself."
Zhu Jiujie looked at it and saw that it was empty.
"Oh, why is there no one?"
"Yeah, no one."
"What should we do?"
"According to regulations, the deputy dean level can directly enter the candidate list. Apart from us, you middle-level people have to take the initiative to sign up. Unfortunately, none of you signed up. This is not good. Since it is a public election, everyone must actively
Make progress."
"yes."
"Director Zhu, are you here to sign up?"
"Me?" Zhu Jiujie originally wanted to sign up, but for some reason, he backed down. He shook his head and smiled: "No, I'm here to send a note." With that, Zhu Jiujie handed over the note.
Put it on the table. Dean Zheng was slightly surprised: "Director Zhu, I didn't expect that you guessed me?"
Zhu Jiujie's heart moved. In fact, he didn't guess Dean Zheng, he just suspected it. Dean Zheng admitted it himself, and Zhu Jiujie laughed: "Dean Zheng, thank you for your trust, but unfortunately, I am not an official.
Material, don’t worry, if you become the dean, I will fully assist you.”
"Haha." Dean Zheng laughed. He originally wanted to test Zhu Jiujie.