I'm a big boss in Uncle Jiu's world

Qin Yao is very perverted.

But no matter how perverted he is, he is still at the Earth Master level.

Beating his waist and looking down at the smiling female ghost, Qin Yao couldn't help but think in his heart: Maybe... he should add some strength to his body.

A body made of iron is not even made of bones, it must be tempered into steel.

"After I separated from Shifang, I traveled around the world and saw all the mountains and rivers in the world. After experiencing the vicissitudes of life, I once passed by a valley and saw countless corpses lying in the valley. The resentful souls were wailing. A monk stood in the pit and valley, trying to help countless resentful souls. Soul reincarnation reincarnation, but they overestimated themselves and underestimated the grievances of the resentful souls. Not only did they fall short, but also ruined their hope of escape. When he was about to die, the Taoist priest invited the ancestor's whisk to seal all the resentful souls. At that time, I heard him announce his family name, and he was talking about Maoshan."

"Master Fuchen..." Qin Yao's heart moved.

No matter which generation of ancestors the whisk is passed down from, it can seal countless resentful souls, which shows its high quality.

By taking it and giving it to the Master, not only will you gain face, but the Master will also gain face in front of others, and you will gain even more face when you return to Maoshan with the whisk in your hand.

Uncle Jiu is a good person, and this gift just scratches his itch. The only question is whether he can effectively eliminate the resentful ghosts sealed by the dust whisk. Otherwise, once the ghosts escape and cause trouble in the world, it will be a big trouble and a big cause and effect!

"Countless...how many are they roughly?" Qin Yao asked softly after pondering for a long time.

"At least it must be 70,000 to 80,000 yuan." Xiao Zhuo recalled.

Qin Yao: "..."

Even though a war in ancient times often involved hundreds of thousands of people, it seems that seventy or eighty thousand people are few.

Seventy or eighty thousand ghosts are causing chaos together. Unless one has the cultivation of a heavenly master, they will not be able to escape even if they want to, just like the monks mentioned in Xiao Zhuo's mouth.

"Do you feel helpless?"

Xiao Zhuo drew pictures on his chest with his fingers, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that Kong You has the heart to want the magic weapon, but he doesn't have the strength to obtain the magic weapon."

Qin Yao raised his eyebrows and grabbed her wrist: "Who said I don't have the ability to retrieve treasures?"

Xiao Zhuo said in surprise: "Are you going to Maoshan for help?"

"Why are you begging Maoshan?" Qin Yao shook his head, looked at her and said, "My woman is the Saint of Montenegro. Is it still troublesome to deal with 70,000 to 80,000 grudges?"

Xiao Zhuo laughed loudly, raised his hand to break away from his hand, turned over and sat on him: "You can eat soft food so confidently, why are you so shameless?"

Qin Yao: "I call it soft food but hard work. What does it have to do with being shameless?"

Xiao Zhuo licked his lips: "Then it depends on your performance."

Qin Yao: "..."

Oh shit.

This female ghost is too good at it.

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Xiaozhuo left the building with a glowing face and rushed to the underworld. Qin Yao returned to his office expressionlessly, sat on the boss's chair, and called Ren Tingting: "Please find someone to buy me some food."

Ren Tingting nodded and said, "What would Mr. Qin want to eat?"

"Get some of whatever you can find like ginseng, abalone, oysters, sea cucumbers, prawns, and mutton." Qin Yao said calmly.

Ren Tingting was slightly stunned.

His expression suddenly became strange.

…

Shortly after.

Golden sunlight shines slantingly into the office through the window sill.

The seal on Qin Yao's shadow falling on the ground suddenly shattered, and a burst of green smoke came out. A female ghost in a black dress appeared angrily from the green smoke, and shouted angrily: "The one with the surname Zhuo What about the female ghost? I will fight her to the death!"

Qin Yao didn't intend to pay attention to her, he just ate by himself and let her sing a one-man show.

"Can't you hear me?" Xiao Wenjun clapped his hands on the desk and said loudly.

Qin Yao pointed to the dishes on the table: "Would you like some?"

Ghosts eat the food essence and can smell the aroma of the food.

Looking at the dishes on the table, Xiao Wenjun swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Eat whatever you want, I'm angry!"

"Swear when you're full." Qin Yao pushed a plate of abalone in front of her and said casually.

Xiao Wenjun: "..."

It seems...a bit fragrant.

After a while.

Xiao Wenjun, who had eaten and drank enough, sat lazily across from Qin Yao and sighed: "Last time, I was able to deceive myself. This time, I really can't deceive myself anymore. I didn't expect you to progress so fast. It's obviously me. …”

"Why is it obviously you?" Qin Yao raised his head and asked.

"Nothing." Xiao Wenjun sulked.

Qin Yao picked up the white towel on the table and wiped his hands: "Xiao Wenjun, do you like me?"

Xiao Wenjun: "..."

She couldn't answer.

"Look, even you can't be sure."

Qin Yao said calmly: "You probably feel that something that should belong to you has been taken away by others, so you feel depressed and dissatisfied and want to take it back, rather than feeling sad because the person you love is occupied by someone else. "

The fog in Xiao Wenjun's heart seemed to have been lifted, but she still couldn't let go easily: "Then are you sure that the Saint of Montenegro likes you? She is so old and has seen all the vicissitudes of the world, and she will never fall in love with someone at first sight!"

Qin Yao smiled and said: "She and I are not lovers. The reason why we got together can only be said to be fate. I want to pick off this thorny flower. She needs to find a sustenance for her long and empty life. , a concern. The two parties hit it off immediately, just like dry wood meeting a raging fire, it ignites at the first touch."

Hearing what he said, Xiao Wenjun actually felt better and curled his lips: "It's not romantic at all."

"This is not a romance novel. What kind of romance do you want? Do you want a heart-broken story about life and death?" Qin Yao said angrily.

Xiao Wenjun: "..."

Although I feel like I've been deceived, I feel like I'm not that depressed anymore.

Hell.

The city died in vain.

On top of the Black Mountain.

Xiaozhuo was dressed in a colorful dress, dragging a long skirt, as sacred as a goddess, and slowly walked towards a military camp.

In the darkness, eyes were like gangrene attached to the bones, staring at her and whispering.

"I heard that she has severed all ties with the Buddhas of the ten directions. Is that true?"

"It's true, I was nearby at the time, and the conversation between them was not behind others' backs."

"Without the blessing of the Buddha, would she still be able to hold her position as a saint?"

"I see! Over the years, there have been many ghosts and gods who have been jealous of her, jealous of her, and whose interests have been harmed by her existence. As long as someone can connect them..."

"Tsk, tsk, she is also out of her mind. She actually made it known to everyone that she had a falling out with the Buddha. Those people who hate her can't even try to punish her."

"Ghost! The longer you enjoy it, the easier it is to lose yourself. She probably thinks that her status as a saint is noble enough, but she has forgotten how she got this status."

"Stop talking, stop talking, she walked into the Yaksha camp...what does she want to do?"