Qiu Ping, who returned to Gujing, had not thought about tea or food for several days, and his little black face was frowning.
When he thought about being busy studying and taking exams, he felt that there was no fun in life at all.
"Crack, click, click."
The little loach grabbed a piece of spiritual mineral as if venting his anger and chewed it into pieces. The rich spiritual essence nourished his body bit by bit, which made him feel better.
Alas, I have to bear so much pressure at such a young age.
Life is so difficult for Loach, so he relies on those spiritual mines and spiritual fruits to bring him short-term happiness.
Just as Qiu Ping was sighing, a series of crying sounds suddenly came from outside the well.
The little loach pricked up its ears, and its body turned into a black light, then turned into a boy and walked along the edge of the well.
There is a house about a hundred steps west of the ancient well. The door panel has been dismantled a long time ago, and a skinny old man is lying on the head. He is no longer breathing.
Although the family was not wealthy, they tried their best to dress up a very eye-catching piece of clothing for the old man to wear, which he used as a shroud.
The filial son and grandson beside him hugged his head and cried, which sounded so sad.
"Another one left. I remember that boy used to secretly eat his tribute. He entrusted me with a dream and beat him severely." The Earth God didn't know when he came to Qiu Ping and looked at the door panel.
The old man said with some emotion.
Shintoism is long-lasting, but life is short. During the hundred years he became a god, life and death could not be repeated over and over again for him.
It has long been commonplace.
The landowner kept mumbling, picked up the "Book of Living and Living" again, and took up the pen to delete the old man's name.
That one stroke means the death of another life.
Seeing that those things had nothing to do with him, Qiu Ping plunged into the ancient well again.
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"Hahu."
Qiu Ping was lying on a pile of spiritual minerals on his head, opening and closing his mouth, and spitting out a string of bubbles from time to time.
"He doesn't want to work, he doesn't want to study..." He didn't know what bad things happened to him in the dream, and his body shook from time to time.
Suddenly, with a jolt, he woke up from his sleep.
"Who doesn't want to sleep so early in the morning?"
Just now, he sensed a trace of air-conditioning intruding into his jurisdiction, and a piece of stuff woke him up.
Qiu Ping opened the temple door with an unhappy look on his face. No one would be happy if their sleep was disturbed.
When he looked up, he saw a stooped old man wearing a black shroud wandering at the gate of his temple.
"Old man, I went to the wrong place. The Chenghuang Mansion Office is in that direction."
Qiu Ping recognized the old man, wasn't he the person who died in Hongtian?
The Yin and Yang Division in every county has a receiving magic circle. After a person dies, the soul will go to the City God's Mansion on its own, and then at the beginning and middle of each month, it will go to the Yin Division under the guidance of ghosts.
I don’t know why that old man came to the door of his temple.
The old man's soul had no consciousness of its own, so it just wandered around in the same place stupidly. His head was already pressed against the temple wall, but his feet were walking around.
Qiu Ping slapped his forehead and was speechless.
It was quite unlucky to have a soul running around in front of his house for no apparent reason. Just when he was thinking about begging for it to be sent to the Onmyoji Division, he suddenly saw two figures walking along the Didong River.
The two people had rather scruffy looks, with sunken eyes, protruding lips, and a few hairs growing randomly on their bald heads.
Even though they looked ugly, they were dressed in pitch black clothes. One of them held a chain in his leg, and the other held a shackle.
Seeing the old man's soul lingering here, one of them swung the chain and arrested him.
Qiu Ping stared at the two people with wide eyes. They were both dressed as ghost officials, but their appearance was much more ferocious than the Yinshaqiu Qiu of the City God's Mansion.
"Eh? Why is there a little loach there?" The two villains dragged the soul, and Shi Shiran was about to leave. When passing by the little loach, one of them turned his neck ninety degrees, his eyes bright.
Staring at Qiu Ping.
Qiu Ping had a stiff smile on his face. It was not the first time for him to encounter such a situation. He didn't know the origin of the two ghosts in front of him.
"I will deny the well god here, and these two brothers are evil spirits. From now on, the souls around us will not have to go to the city god, and will be directly led by them." Looking at the little loach, he looked pitiful and easy to bully.
, one of the ghost servants spoke loudly.
"Oh." Qiu Ping nodded obediently, but he didn't agree with it in his heart. Whoever will lead the soul is related to him, so long as he asks for help and comes to trouble him.
"You two, come on slowly, come and play often." Seeing the two ghosts begging to leave, Qiu Ping said hello.
Gui Cha's footsteps paused, as if he remembered something.
"That's wrong, we are not very familiar with the roads in the world. Little Loach, please help them lead the way. If I agree, I will give that one to me." One of the ghosts said with a smile,
That smile that was supposed to be kind on his face could make a child cry.
He took out a ball of light blue smoke from his arms, and the smoke vaguely condensed into the shape of a human face, showing an expression of pain or laughter.
Little Loach wanted to refuse. He thought those two people were weird and was reluctant to deal with them.
No, when the cloud of smoke was taken out, Huang Quantai, which had been sleeping deep in his consciousness, suddenly sent out a faint signal, as if he wanted to get this thing very much.
Qiu Ping stretched out his legs to take it, and gently pinched the smoke. The transformed human face let out a scream, and then turned into an expression of pain.
The Huangquan Terrace deep in his consciousness shook slightly, and the smoke in his legs was like a snake. It penetrated Qiu Ping's body along his mouth and nose, and was then directly inhaled into the Huangquan Terrace.
middle.
"Then...it's gone?"
Qiu Ping felt that nothing had changed, and he didn't know what it was.
"I didn't expect it. It turns out that my little loach is not the same as me. I have also breathed in the blessing and longevity energy?" The two ghosts looked at each other wrongly, with a little surprise in their eyes.
"No...no, he just pinched something casually and it got into his body." It was the first time Qiu Ping saw that thing, and it was the first time he even heard its name.
"Oh? So it's like that. If I smoke it a few times, I'll know if it's a good thing. Come on, come on, he has two balls, so just give them to me."
One of the ghosts took out two more clouds of smoke and handed them to Qiu Ping.
Qiu Ping had just taken it into his legs, and all of it was sucked away by Huangquan Terrace.
Didn't he notice that after inhaling three balls of blessing and longevity energy in succession, a glimmer of light appeared in the originally stiff pupils of the ghost boy in the underworld?