Xie Daozi and the black-robed woman walked side by side.
"What were you looking at just now? I feel like there are abnormal fluctuations in your spiritual power."
"Nothing, I just saw someone I know."
The voice of the woman in black robe is still charming and enchanting, but also contains a kind of contempt that doesn't take everything seriously.
After a pause, she added: "Let's go quickly. We have to get things done before the ghost market ends. If you want to enter the altar under the forest field in a few days, you must buy that thing! And you have the chance to complete it.
The wish of your brother’s body and soul to be united.”
Xie Daozi saw that the woman in black robe didn't seem to want to say more and stopped talking.
Follow her forward silently...
Hooray!
Fu Yang felt like he could see nothing but light, and felt a severe weightlessness, and then the wind roared in his ears.
Then his feet sank, and a black leather curtain appeared in front of him.
As soon as he reached out and opened it, he came back to the normal world.
This is the foot of Purple Mountain on the outskirts of Jiangcheng. It's already two or three in the morning, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Only crows fly by in the night sky from time to time.
"Huh, we're finally out. It's really interesting to visit the ghost market, and there's a lot to gain."
Fu Yang shook the gourd in his hand and was in a good mood.
Ah Huang rolled his eyes and looked at the wound on his body that had stopped bleeding automatically, looking envious and jealous.
"Nah! Not everyone can be as indifferent as you after going through a life-and-death battle in the ghost market. And not everyone has your inexplicable perverted resilience!"
That's right, in addition to his spiritual talent and ghost power, Fu Yang also has a trump card... super physical recovery power!
In order to help Zhao Shanshan, he and Ah Huang sneaked into the bottom of the ghost lake in the forest farm, entered the Bone Temple where the strange black Buddha was enshrined, and had a physical battle with the ghost king Liu Mingming. Fu Yang had three ribs broken by an iron lamp, and numerous muscles and soft tissues were bruised.
It was much more embarrassing than now... but it was cured in one night!
Zhao Shanshan and Ah Huang were so frightened that they were dumbfounded.
After listening to his words, Fu Yang chuckled and suddenly felt something was wrong...
"I mean, Ah Huang, do you feel it's a little too quiet?"
"Yes! There seems to be something missing...Oh, it's Mr. Xiong in your arms. Why is this guy so quiet all of a sudden?"
The two of them quickly looked down.
I saw Mr. Xiong being held in Fu Yang's arms with one hand, and his whole state looked a bit wrong.
He closed his eyes tightly, covered his ears with his furry paws, as if he was very frightened, and kept muttering in his mouth.
"Go away, go away, don't come here... you damn bastards!"
"If grandpa's true form is still alive, do you dare to do this to me?"
"Ling...you tricked me into stealing a Taoist sect...to lure out the three masters...ah! Get away, ah..."
"Xue Lizi, one day, I must use catfish... No, whale, I want a whale to forcefully stuff it into your anus!"
"Male Gobi, I am not afraid of you!"
Mr. Xiong seemed to be having a nightmare, trapped in a hallucination or nightmare, speaking words that Fu Yang and Ah Huang couldn't understand at all.
The body was still jerking and convulsing, clearly showing extreme fear.
"Master Xiong, Master Xiong! What's wrong with you, fat cat?"
The two of them were so anxious that they shook the guy vigorously, but it didn't seem to wake up yet...
Fu Yang quickly asked Feng Shu, who was making soy sauce next to him: "Ah Huang and I were just chatting and paying attention to the evil Taoist son and the black-robed woman. Did you see what happened to Mr. Xiong?"
The chubby Feng Shu quickly explained the situation just now...
It turned out that when Fu Yang asked Ah Huang to look at Xie Daozi, Mr. Xiong also turned his little head to look at it.
It was nothing at first, and the fat cat was enjoying it. But when he saw the woman in black robe clearly, Mr. Xiong had an accident!
Feng Shu clearly felt that Mr. Xiong's pupils suddenly dilated and shrank, which was clearly caused by extreme shock and subconscious fear.
Then he started to look a little dazed.
Feng Shuta was a ghost soldier with low strength and didn't know much about these things. And it only lasted for less than a minute, so he didn't think much about it...
But as soon as he came out of the ghost market, Mr. Xiong's condition worsened, not abated.
"Let me take a look!"
After all, Ah Huang is an experienced practitioner of Taoism and has more experience than Fu Yang.
Quickly holding his breath and concentrating, he stretched out two fingers and sensed many places on Mr. Xiong's round body.
The anxious look on his face softened a little.
Fu Yang quickly asked him: "How's it going?"
"It shouldn't be serious. It's probably mainly a psychological problem... I guess the woman in black robe has brought back some bad memories."
Fu Yang nodded and understood.
He took "Behavioral Psychology" as an elective in his sophomore year and knew that Mr. Xiong's condition might be a trigger-type psychological disorder.
It's like you have had a very painful memory, and then your brain will force you not to think about it and force you to semi-forget it. But if one day you see something related to that painful memory again, you will immediately enter a kind of
In a state of extreme fear...
Master Xiong's current state is probably like this.
"It's okay, Fat Cat. It's okay... Ah Huang and I are here."
Fu Yang gently stroked Master Xiong's furry head and back, and whispered to comfort him.
Although this unscrupulous cat demon is always full of swear words, he is always ready to blow people's assholes. He also often scolds each other.
But after getting along for such a long time, we have become brothers who fight side by side in life and death...
Ah Huang was also very worried and cast a "quiet mind spell" from Longhu Mountain on Mr. Xiong. The effect was almost the same as a medical sedative.
Perhaps feeling the care of Fu Yang and Ah Huang, the fat cat finally calmed down and stopped screaming and cursing. It fell asleep peacefully in Fu Yang's arms...
"Huh! It's finally okay. Let's go home first."
Two hours later, they finally returned to Fu Yang's residence at the back door of Jiangcheng University.
Because they were really tired, Fu Yang and Ah Huang didn't even wash their faces or feet. After putting down the yellow gourd and the dried salted fish from Mingxi River, they put Mr. Xiong on the sofa for Feng Shu to see.
Be patient. Just collapse on the bed and fall asleep...
Early the next morning.
Fu Yang was woken up by the choking smell of smoke.
"Ahem, cough, cough... Who the hell is smoking so early in the morning? Ah Huang, are you mentally retarded?"
He cursed and sat up, only to find Ah Huang sleeping next to him with his mouth wide open. There was a bubble on his nose that changed in size with his snoring.
A hairy leg was still on his belly...
"Damn it! You fucking faggot."
He pushed Ah Huang's legs away angrily.
When I sat up from the bed and turned around, I saw Mr. Xiong sitting on the sofa like a human being.
And the posture is the "Ge You Lying" which is very popular recently!
There is a feeling of vicissitudes of life.
What frightened him the most was that this guy was holding a cigarette with one of his furry paws, holding it in his mouth, and puffing away at it.
On the coffee table in front of me, there was an ashtray filled with cigarette butts and two empty cigarette boxes.
Feng Shu held a lighter and lit Mr. Xiong's cigarettes from time to time like he was waiting for him...
Feeling that Fu Yang was awake, the fat cat turned his head and looked at Fu Yang, pretending to be, and nodded: "Boss Fu, are you awake? I thought of some past events last night, and I couldn't help sighing. So I took the cigarettes from Mr. Huang.
Come and smoke. Men, if you have something to worry about, you should smoke. It looks more embarrassing..."
Grass!
Fu Yang was speechless for a while.
Hearing this guy's pretentious tone of voice and posture, he knew it had recovered. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. (Today's Chapter 1)