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

"Bang bang bang."

In the middle of the night, Xia Bing frantically knocked on the door of the inn.

"Sir, do you want to stay at the hotel?" The sleepy waiter opened the wooden door and asked softly.

"What kind of hotel are you staying in? Take me to the second floor quickly. Something big has happened." Xia Bing said.

The waiter was frightened by her and did not dare to stop her. He followed her upstairs in fear. When he came to a guest room, he suddenly smelled the smell of blood and his feet became weak uncontrollably.

Xia Bing pressed her hand on the wooden door, and a ball of green light emerged from her palm. The wooden door opened immediately. Pang Yong and the waiter looked inside the room, but because of the dim light, they could not see anything clearly.

"Hoo, ho..."

Pang Yong reached out and took out a fire stick from his arms, lit it and shined it into the room. He saw blood dripping from the bed and a skeleton lying in the blood.

"Oh~"

The waiter gasped, his eyes widened, then turned white, and fell to the ground with a thud.

However, no one cared about him at this time. Pang Yong, who was holding the fire seal, asked in a trembling voice: "What is going on?"

He is a god of death on the battlefield, with courage that no one can match. He once killed hundreds of enemy soldiers with his own strength, and his hands were stained with blood.

He thought that there would be nothing in this world that would scare him, but the scene he experienced today made him feel terrified from the bottom of his heart.

"One look across the house can turn a person into blood." Xia Bing said solemnly: "This is a magic that is beyond my reach. I am no match."

Pang Yong took a deep breath and said, "What should we do?"

Xia Bing: "Are you a local?"

Pang Yong was stunned and said hesitantly: "That's right."

"If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not. What does it mean?"

"That is."

Xia Bing nodded: "Based on your martial arts level, you can probably come into contact with some extraordinary beings... Are there any familiar experts in the city? We need strong helpers."

The two Taoists he met in the palace suddenly flashed in Pang Yong's mind, and he hesitated whether he should say it.

"What are you hesitating about?" Xia Bing asked.

Pang Yong: "I know there are experts somewhere, but I'm not familiar with them."

"As long as you know, it doesn't matter whether you are familiar with them or not." Xia Bing breathed a sigh of relief and said almost like an order: "Take me to see them. If you have anything to hide, just tell me their location."

"I'll take you there." Pang Yong turned his head and glanced at the skeleton on the bed, secretly making up his mind.

After the two left, the figure of the yellow-haired man suddenly appeared in the room and murmured: "Master?"

The next moment, his body suddenly became illusive, flying like smoke, following the two people quietly, and gradually arrived in front of the palace.

"No matter how I look for you, I can't find you. So you are here."

Just when Pang Yong knocked on the door, the yellow-haired man looked at the mansion intently, with a smile on his face.

But when he sensed the other two powerful auras in the mansion, the smile gradually faded, and his body slowly retreated, gradually disappearing into the darkness.

This house is guarded by gods. Although he is not afraid, he does not dare to attack it.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk."

"Here come, open the door!"

Pang Yong raised his arm and knocked on the door, shouting loudly.

Soon, a servant carrying a lantern opened the door of the mansion. When he saw Pang Yong, he quickly saluted: "Master Pang Pang."

"Excuse me, please call Mr. Wang. I have something important to ask him."

"Yes, please wait a moment."

In the blink of an eye, Wang Sheng, wearing a long black gown, appeared in front of the door with his wife, saluting: "Brother Yong."

Pang Yong clasped his fists in return and said solemnly: "Sheng Wang, I'm here to see the two Taoist priests."

Wang Sheng turned to look at the servant who was accompanying him behind him: "Go and invite the two Taoist priests."

"No need, we are already here." Under the moonlight, two figures, one tall and one short, came hand in hand, and it was Qin Yao who spoke.

"Taoist Priest Lin, Taoist Priest Qin." Wang Sheng greeted.

"Benefactor." Pang Yong clasped his fists.

Qin Yao looked at him and then at the girl standing next to him: "Are you here for help?"

Pang Yong was stunned for a moment, and then said sincerely: "My benefactor has a clever plan."

"Tell me what the specific situation is."

Pang Yong glanced at Xia Bing and then told everything about today's events.

"Yellow-haired demon, attacking from the air, bloody skeleton..."

Qin Yao murmured to himself, and a flash of inspiration quickly flashed in his mind.

He knew who it was.

Painted Skin 1 was born out of Liaozhai stories.

Magical reform is not random modification, and changes are not random manipulation.

In the story of Liaozhai, it is impossible to have characters from Journey to the West or Fengshen. The levels of the two are very different. If they are forcibly integrated, the world view will be very torn.

So in the Liaozhai stories, the only monster that meets the above three characteristics is the scorpion spirit in "The Scorpion Guest", whose common name is the yellow-haired ghost.

As for the content of the story of Scorpion Guest - to put it simply, it is the process of a scorpion spirit with great supernatural powers taking revenge on the scorpion merchant for his own kind.

"Where is the demon now?" While Qin Yao was pondering, Uncle Jiu asked.

"In Dongcheng, Yuelai Inn." Pang Yong replied.

Uncle Jiu looked at Qin Yao: "Go and have a look."

Qin Yao nodded silently.

"Do you need me to do anything?" Wang Sheng asked.

Uncle Jiu: "Wait for our news."

It's not that he looks down on Wang Sheng, but based on Pang Yong's expression, Wang Sheng would only be a disservice if he brought people to help.

Shaoyan.

When Uncle Jiu, Qin Yao, Pang Yong, and Xia Bing left side by side, an illusory shadow suddenly flew into the palace, penetrated the wall, and appeared in a boudoir.

"Run very fast."

He manifested his true body in front of the bed and reached out to touch the still warm bed. The yellow-haired devil's eyes narrowed into a thin slit, and a cold light flashed through his eyes.

To the east of the city, Yuelai Inn.

Uncle Jiu looked up at the small wooden building and said solemnly: "It's not here."

Xia Bing was stunned, and quickly lifted up the crystal bottle tied around her waist, only to see that it was indeed pitch black.

"Could it be that he had a premonition of danger and ran away in advance?" Pang Yong said.

Qin Yao shook his head: "Don't you think there is a more reasonable explanation?"

"What explanation?"

"From the moment you stalk each other, you are exposed to each other."

"How can it be?"

Xia Bing, who had always been silent, said in shock: "If that's the case, why did he turn a blind eye to us?"

"Because he has a bigger goal and doesn't want to lose the big for the small." Uncle Jiu said.

Xia Bing: "..."

"Is there any way to find him?" Pang Yong asked.

He shuddered at the thought of a murderous goblin plotting something in Jiangdu City.

Uncle Jiu counted with his fingers, shook his head and said, "I can't figure it out."

Qin Yao: "He will jump out on his own, I'm sure!"

The next day, afternoon.

sunny.

Pei Rong and her maid walked out of her cloth shop. When they passed by a Gua Gua stall, an old Taoist priest with a childlike face and white beard and hair suddenly opened his eyes and said loudly: "Madam, please stay!"