For a moment, Yu Sheng's field of vision was filled with wild ghosts. Only the female ghost with a phoenix crown and a beautiful robe stood still, looking at Yu Sheng uneasily.
Soon, the two men were covered with wild ghosts and couldn't move.
Wu Zhu stood up, approached Yu Sheng, and looked him up and down, "God help me, with this body, becoming a witch god is just around the corner."
Yu Sheng bit the wild ghost covering his mouth. The wild ghost felt pain and immediately let go.
"You smell so bad, stay away from me." Yu Sheng said in disgust.
Wu Zhu was not angry and said with a smile: "Boy, let you use your words and let you taste the soul-eating spirit of a hundred ghosts later."
A wild ghost lay on Yu Sheng's neck, tearing his hair, and his scalp was almost torn off.
Wu Zhu pulled the wild ghost away and said, "Get out of here, don't damage this body."
Yu Sheng took the opportunity and slammed his head forward. He was short and his forehead hit the bridge of Wu Zhu's nose.
"Kaba", "Ouch", the two of them cried out in pain at the same time.
His forehead hurt for the rest of his life, but Wu Zhu’s nose was broken.
With this vigorous shake of his head, the wild ghost hanging on Yu Sheng's chest also fell down, and the scroll in his arms also fell to the ground.
The scroll flicked on the ground and opened, and the picture of a group of cats that the scholar had created with a wave of his hand slowly unfolded.
"Ouch~" Immediately the ghosts cried and howled in the room, and the wild ghosts hanging on Yu Sheng and Tianshi got back into the umbrella one after another.
The female ghost was also scared and ran out of the door.
The escaped Tianshi took the opportunity to stab Wu Zhu with his sword. Wu Zhu was too fat to dodge, and was stabbed into his chest by his sword.
"This, this." Fat Wu Zhu pointed at the scroll, never expecting to be defeated like this.
He fell to the ground with a "thud", looked unwillingly at the rest of his life, recalled his lost dream of the witch god, and slowly closed his eyes.
"Hurry up and grab his soul." The Heavenly Master said, "Wu Zhu has the ability to escape his soul."
Yu Sheng was immediately prepared. He had seen a soul leave his body, and it belonged to his old man.
It was only after his death that the old man learned that he had the ability to see and touch ghosts for the rest of his life.
So for a long time after the old man passed away, I listened to a lot of his nagging for the rest of my life.
After calluses grew on his ears, the old man was satisfied and reincarnated.
After waiting for a long time, Yu Sheng couldn't help but said: "Isn't this grandson soulless?"
Yiqian Tianshi shook his head, "No, as long as a person is alive, he must have three souls and seven souls."
"Then why did it come out? Could it be that I can't see it?" Yu Sheng wondered.
He looked up and saw the ghost under the umbrella sticking his head out. When he saw the scroll unfolding, he immediately retracted it.
The two of them squatted next to Wu Zhu, feeling strange.
Suddenly, Wu Zhu opened his eyes, and Yu Sheng took a step back, "You're cheating!"
Yiqian Tianshi may have subconsciously reacted, and with quick eyes and quick hands, he stabbed in with another sword.
"Ah." Wu Zhu didn't have time to enjoy the rest of his life. He screamed miserably and lay on his back on the ground with his eyes open and his pupils dilated.
Yiqian Tianshi pulled off Wu Zhu's clothes and checked the wound. It turned out that Wu Zhu was too fat and his sword failed to hit accurately, and he died with the second sword.
Master Yiqian said angrily, "It turns out he was not stabbed to death."
For the rest of my life, I touched my chest with lingering fear, secretly deciding that I must not be too fat in the future, otherwise I would suffer the consequences of death.
A wisp of green smoke came out of Wu Zhu's mouth and nose, and was caught by Yu Sheng.
"Boy, let me go quickly." Qing Yan struggled, and Wu Zhu's face gradually appeared.
"Otherwise, when the witch academy finds out that you dare to kill Wu Zhu, your life will be worse than death!"
Yu Sheng shook his head and said, "Think I'm stupid and let you go, and the Witch Academy will make my life worse than death."
"Stop, stop, I'm dizzy." Wu Zhu turned upside down and felt quite uncomfortable.
"Hey, your soul is also dizzy?" Yu Sheng kept moving, which was quite interesting. He rolled his eyes and moved the green smoke towards the scroll.
"Stop, stop." Wu Zhu shouted, "I will plead with the witch academy for you."
Yu Sheng refused to listen and continued to get closer. Suddenly Wu Zhu stopped calling.
Yu Sheng lowered his head and saw that the blood from Wu Zhu's body next to him had soaked the scroll.
"My baby!" Yu Sheng felt a little distressed. This scroll was just like a sword pouch and had the effect of warding off evil spirits.
The Heavenly Master couldn't see Wu Zhu clearly, pointed at his hand and said: "Put him away quickly."
I am not a ghost hunter for the rest of my life, so how can I catch ghosts?
When he was at a loss, he saw the oil-paper umbrella with a ghostly head on it. He took three steps and two steps at a time and walked to the side of the oil-paper umbrella.
Wu Zhu guessed what he was going to do, and said in a sadder and sadder voice: "Please, please, stop, stop..."
Yu Sheng ignored him and stuffed the smoke under the oil-paper umbrella. Before the wandering ghost could see clearly that the scroll was destroyed, he shared it with him.
"He's in, he's in." "Xiong Di, tear him apart." This should be a big-tongued ghost.
I think that when Wu Zhu manipulated the ghosts, he often bullied them. Now the ghosts have found someone to take revenge.
Yu Sheng tied up the oil-paper umbrella, looked at the scroll and sighed, "What a pity, what a pity."
Yiqian Tianshi said: "It is different from the sword pouch. The city lord's sword already has spirit, so the sword pouch can protect the town for hundreds of years."
He pointed at the painting scroll, "He was just used by the Immortal Painter to deal with the enemy. It was just that the Immortal spirit had not dissipated, so that it could scare away the wild ghosts."
This will make the rest of my life feel better.
He pointed at Wu Zhu, "What to do with the body? How will I explain it to everyone tomorrow?"
"The fewer people who know about it, the better." The Heavenly Master wiped his sword and "threw the body into the lake. When the villagers asked about it in the morning, they said they had returned to the city early in the morning."
That’s all there is to it.
The two struggled to carry the body downstairs and threw it into the lake. When they came back, they wiped the floor clean and hid the witchcraft items, especially the umbrella.
I was busy until late at night, and then went to bed for the rest of my life.
Before falling asleep, he always felt that he had neglected one thing, but he couldn't remember it. He thought hard and then fell asleep.
It was three o'clock in the day and I woke up only after I woke up. Badou had already gone back to the blacksmith shop to strike iron.
The inn was deserted, and Yu Sheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The longer people waited to inquire about Wu Zhu in the morning, the easier it would be to evade him.
After washing, he stood on the steps outside the door and stretched his body while looking across the river.
The sun is shining brightly and a group of ducks are playing on the water.
Near the other side of the river, there is a water wheel, which is turning "squeaking", flowing water into a trough made of thick bamboo, and slowly flowing towards the rice fields.
The rice fields are to the west of the road and are extremely flat. At a glance, you can see your neighbors working in the fields and herding cattle.
Yu Sheng turned around, preparing to go back to herd the old buffalo, when he saw the old cripple, the fisherman who had rescued the mistress, limping over with a wine gourd.
He brought out a large jar of wine, and Yu Sheng used a bamboo wine lift to pour wine from the wine gourd.
The old lame man taught him a lesson, "Is this the last vat? You don't study hard, and you have ruined your father's wine-making skills."
Yu Sheng took it for granted and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Uncle Gen. In a few days, I will let you drink wine that is better than Chenmu wine."
"Pull it down, you must have gone to the city to sell wine and wasted your money." The fisherman said, taking the wine gourd and plugging the lid.
Food is rare in other worlds, so wine making is naturally expensive, far less affordable than wine made from linden fruit.
Yu Sheng leaned over and covered the wine jar, "Don't worry, I'm definitely not going to the city to drink."
After Yu Sheng said this, he stood up and when he looked back, the old cripple was nowhere to be seen.
He ran out of the inn in one step and saw the lame man carrying the wine gourd behind him and walking away like flying.
The old lame man turned around and said, "We'll figure it out before the festival."
I will hate this for the rest of my life.
It wasn't that they refused to pay back the credit, it was just that the thought of seeing his beloved little money before the festival made him feel tormented.
Fortunately, he made a fortune yesterday and was not too anxious.