Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Chapter 60

He Yuan stayed here until eleven o'clock in the evening.

After watching another program, he leaned back: "I found out that a smaller house is actually quite good."

Song Yi didn't change his face: "Our family no longer entertains foreigners."

"That is to say, if you want to really live in it, it's better to live in a big house." He Yuan smiled and stood up, "I'm going back."

The two walked to the door, but before they had time to go out, a heavy thunder rang outside.

The sound was so loud that the water glasses on the table were shaken.

Jing Luo glanced out unconsciously, Dong Dalei?

After sending He Yuan away, he was about to take a shower, but he didn't expect to receive another call from the other party just a few minutes later.

He Yuan's voice was very serious: "You and Song Yi hurried down, something happened."

The two went downstairs, Jing Luo just walked out of the apartment building when he was stunned by the scenery outside.

The sky was getting darker, and there were few stars. On the right side of the sky not far away, there appeared a very exaggerated, huge shadow like a mushroom cloud. The color was darker than the night. Jing Luo could clearly see the black mist surrounding With the waves, there is a trend of getting bigger and bigger.

He estimated in his mind for half a minute: "It's the location of Fengshui Street!"

Before he could finish speaking, a Bentley stopped in front of him.

He Yuan urged: "Don't be stupid, get in the car."

The closer the car was to Fengshui Street, the more obvious the abnormality Jing Luo felt.

The car window was not closed tightly, and he always felt that there was an uncomfortable air pressure coming in from the outside, and he was even a little out of breath.

He Yuan was sitting in the passenger seat, looking even more uncomfortable than him. He put his hands on the front end and took a deep breath.

Xu Chengyu also noticed his abnormality: "Xiao Yuan?"

"It's okay, drive quickly." He Yuan said with difficulty.

After speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Jing Luo.

"...It seems that your physique is really good," he said intermittently, "you can still sit properly with such a strong ghostly aura."

Jing Luo had a half-knowledge: "What do you mean?"

He Yuan shook his head and didn't speak any more.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and it was still snowing, and there were no pedestrians outside.

Driving to the intersection near Fengshui Street, Jing Luo looked out the window and felt a chill down his spine.

On the two streets outside, several ghosts were walking in the direction of Fengshui Street. They kept their eyes on Fengshui Street, as if they could only see Fengshui Street not far away.

"The Yin Qi has leaked out," Song Yi said in a deep voice, "The people sent by the underworld failed."

It can be seen that the yin energy in Fengshui Street is really strong. Two ghost masters are sitting in a car, and neither can get a second look back from the ghosts.

When they arrived at Fengshui Street, the four got out of the car.

He Yuan was so uncomfortable that his veins bulged, a little scary, Jing Luo asked: "Are you okay?"

He Yuan shook his head.

They walked quickly to the intersection, and Jing Luo was instantly shocked by the scene in front of him.

All the lanterns in Fengshui Street have been lit at some point, and the red light illuminates a street. The street is bustling with people setting up stalls, drinking and eating, and throwing fists.

A lively night market.

If these guests and shopkeepers are not ghosts.

There is always a feeling of deja vu in this street, Jing Luo squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then blurted out: "...the street you passed when you entered the underworld?"

Every time he went, the street was deserted and the lanterns were dimmed, but the scenery in front of the bar he easily connected with that street.

Xu Chengyu said: "Ghost market."

"The people sent by the underworld are really amazing. They can do this with such skill." He Yuan seemed to be able to adapt at last, struggling to stand up straight. thing."

Jing Luo followed the prestige, only to find that the stone tablet on Fengshui Street was split in two.

In fact, he couldn't see the appearance of the stele at all, he could only see two clouds of black mist splitting on the ground.

Song Yi said: "Let's go."

Jing Luo was taken aback: "Where are you going?"

"Go ask them what happened."

"They?" Jing Luo glanced at the bustling street, "...you mean, ask these ghosts?"

"Ah."

"Do they talk?"

"Use some means, and I will tell you."

"...Okay," Jing Luo turned around and said to He Yuan, "You're so uncomfortable, why don't you just wait here? Song Yi and I will ask."

After walking for a short distance, Jing Luo paused in front of the first shop, and quickly followed up.

The first shop is a Mala Tang shop.

Jing Luo looked at the red thick liquid that was constantly tumbling in the pot, and some strange things rolled up from time to time, he felt that he would never want to eat Malatang again during this period of time.

The owner of this shop looks quite normal, Jing Luo took a closer look, but he was missing an ear and a finger.

"That," before they could speak, Severed Finger Ghost spoke first. He looked at Jing Luo and said with a smile, "Excuse me, can I trouble you to go further away?"

Jing Luo: "...?"

"The smell on you is too strong, I can't get out the smell of Malatang."

Song Yi interrupted: "Let's leave after asking."

"Oh, all right, then ask quickly."

"What happened on this street," Song Yi asked, "Why did you set up a stall here? Are you so blatant, aren't you afraid of being caught by the underworld?"

The severed finger ghost waved his hand: "Hey, it's useless if the people from the underworld come."

Jing Luo's eyelids twitched: "Why?"

"...I can't tell you that." The Severed Finger Ghost still wants to do business, but if the street disappears, he will have to set up a stall on the road by himself again, and sometimes he can't sell a bowl in one night.

"Crack."

Song Yi broke off one of the small bamboos on the small wooden shop.

"I said, I said," the Severed Finger Ghost immediately stood up straight, "The two adults should also know that this street has been exuding yin energy recently, and I have been lurking nearby for a few days. You just left Soon, I wanted to come in to get some yin, but I didn't expect that the people from the two hells were still there. I saw them... entering the stone tablet on the street. I was afraid that I would be discovered, so I didn't dare to stay longer. I left right away... Later, the headless woman came to me and said that the street was safe, so I hurried over here, and it hasn't been a while yet."

"Headless girl?"

"Yes," the Severed Finger Ghost pointed not far away, and immediately betrayed his friend, "it's her."

Not far away, when the headless woman saw the movement, she reached out and gave the ghost with the middle finger. This gesture was incompatible with the ancient costume on her body.

Jing Luo: "..."

When they walked over, Jing Luo realized that there was nothing in front of the headless woman.

He asked curiously first, "What do you sell here?"

"What do you think?"

After the headless girl finished speaking, she actually bent down, picked up the head she had placed beside her leg, and began to draw her eyebrows carefully. The scene was extremely strange.

Not to mention anything else, her face is indeed pretty, and there are many pearl hairpins on her head.

Jing Luo still didn't understand.

"Stupid," said the headless woman, who was wearing loose ancient clothes, and she suddenly stretched out her hand to pull the front of her neon dress, revealing more than half of her beauty, "Sell yourself!"

Jing Luo was frightened, and it took him a long time to react. Just as he was about to turn his head to avoid it, the people around him raised their hands and covered his eyes first.

"Young master, your face is really red, you are still a baby, right?" The woman's voice was charming and charming. "Otherwise, I'll spend the night with you, and you share a piece of flesh with me. I've already thought about the location. The piece of meat from your tailbone must be delicious."

Jing Luo only felt a numbness in his tailbone.

Song Yi's face turned dark: "Want to die?"

"What you said is wrong, am I already dead?" The headless woman giggled.

Song Yi made a gesture to go up, but Jing Luo reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

His eyes were covered, and he said in a good voice: "Sister, you don't need to come to enjoy the benefits of this shade, why did you come here?"

The ghost aura on the headless girl was the strongest Jing Luo had ever seen since he saw a ghost.

"Heh," the headless girl chuckled, looking at Song Yi, "You want to fight with me? Do you think I'm easy to bully? I'm just one less master than you."

After she finished speaking, she turned the eyes of the head in her hand and looked at Jing Luo beside her, "I have no interest in my life, the only thing I like is to be lively, and I won't hide it from you, all the ghosts in this street are called by me." .”

Jing Luo: "How do you know this street is safe?"

The person in front of him was silent for a long time.

After a while, the headless girl said leisurely, "Because the ghost sacrifice was successful. This street sucked in those four officials from the underworld, enough to keep them busy for a while."

Jing Luo asked: "Aren't you afraid that the underworld will come and raid?"

The headless girl smiled faintly, she put her head on, and because of the wrong angle, she twisted it hard.

She said: "Several witches are sitting here, how can people from the underworld get in?"