Lanke Chess Edge

There is only one inn in the small county of Tingshui, so the name of the inn is also called Tingshui Inn.

In the hall of Huitingshui Inn, all the warriors relaxed and returned to the question they had been asking Du Heng before.

Li Tongzhou toasted Du Heng with a glass of wine, and asked with a hint of drunkenness.

"Brother Du, who is this Mr. Ji? We have been through life and death several times, and we have survived many times. We are friends in times of need. Tell us about it!"

"Yes, Hero Du!"

"Extremely extreme, let's talk about Du Daxia, Mr. Ji is like this, huh..."

A man with a loud voice imitated Ji Yuan and blew. He learned something nondescript, but everyone knew what it meant.

"Just blowing one breath like this, and directly blowing those creepy ghost dolls into ashes, that kind of ability is simply unimaginable! Is Mr. Ji a fairy?"

"Yes, yes, my father told me before that we warriors, trusting in bullshit, ghosts, gods, corrupt officials is not as good as trusting a knife in our hands. I always thought that those gods and gods were just legends. This time I can see There is a sky beyond the sky!"

"That's right, Old Cui, go to the back kitchen and cook some food, and serve wine to you heroes."

The innkeeper also booed.

Du Heng was also in high spirits, and he neither shirked nor wanted to shirk. This group of friends was quite different from those friends who fought tigers together in the past. I have gone through bandits, caught bullies, and even masked and eliminated corrupt officials. This time, I will fight against ghosts and evil together again. This is a true friendship between life and death.

Although he won't talk too much about Ji Yuan's personal matters, but some people already know but haven't figured it out, Du Heng feels that he can clarify, and seeing Mr. Ji's previous actions, he didn't hide it too much.

"Okay, let me talk to you. Let me talk about it first. If you say something, you may not like it. I won't talk too much. If I can tell you, I will naturally explain it to you!"

"It should be so!" "That's it!"

"That's right!" "Oh, Mr. Du, tell me, I'll pour you some wine!"

...

"Ahem~"

Du Heng cleared his throat, then lowered his body and said.

"You all know that before winter, I sent a letter to Mr. Yu to inform you of the strange situation here, right?"

Everyone nodded, even the inn staff who didn't know about it subconsciously followed suit.

"Then tell me, how long does it take for the letter to travel from Jinzhou to Jizhou, Desheng Mansion in Jizhou!"

"Jizhou?"

"Hey, it won't be a few months!"

The innkeeper also interjected exaggeratedly.

"Once I wrote a letter to a merchant in Gyeonggi Province, it took half a year to arrive!"

Du Heng smiled.

"So, I think maybe my letter arrived in Jizhou a few days ago and was seen by my husband."

The man with the loud voice looked around and couldn't help but interjected.

"Mr. Lu Ji arrived here in one go after such a long distance? Didn't he fly over here!"

"Ahem...that's what you said, not me!"

Du Heng coughed and gave a mysterious answer, and the people around him suddenly realized. Combined with the experience of the previous few days, they became clearer about some kind of speculation.

It's a pity that although Du Heng said a lot that night, he didn't reveal where Mr. Ji lived, and it was hard for others to ask.

. . .

As the subject of discussion, Ji Yuan didn't think so, he was ready to deal with this evil cultivator and apprentice, and then devoted himself to comprehending the insights gained from the previous fight.

The fishing rod on Ji Yuan's shoulder is actually not magical, but because of his personality, he prefers to use old objects that he is used to.

So after I made another fishing rod before, I finally wrote a few words on it and used some means to make the fishing rod and fishing line change a little bit. For example, the fishing rod can be rolled up like a ball of wool. in the sleeve.

On the pretext that it is not convenient to carry, let Lao Gui look at the fishing rod by the Chunmu River purely to let Lao Guihou be there.

At this moment, Ji Yuan picked these two people who practiced evil ways. Of course, it was impossible to return to Ning'an County. He was afraid of polluting his own land. To deal with these two people, he had to leave it to professionals, or professional ghosts and gods.

Jinzhou is vast and sparsely populated, not to mention that many counties and districts do not have decent Town God's Temples, even some prefectures' town gods are certainly not as deep as Dazhen's hinterland, and Ji Yuan is not familiar with them. Suspected, there has to be a process of getting rid of the embarrassment, which is a bit troublesome.

The first thing that Ji Yuan thought of was the Yin Division of Chunhui Mansion. After all, there was a period of interrogation experience of a snake demon in the gloomy and vivid information before, and Ji Yuan recognized their professional ability.

So after walking out of Tingshui County, Ji Yuan jumped into the sky directly, riding the clouds while resisting the wind and blowing away the surrounding airflow and snow, creating a windless environment for himself temporarily.

Ji Yuan looked at the roast chicken and flagon in his hands, and it was true that he hadn't eaten or drank for several days.

On the plate dragged by his right hand, the roasted chicken that had been completely cooled was now grilled, and after a few breaths, it was steaming again, and the aroma came out.

"Not bad, not bad, the heating technique is okay, and it's not burnt."

When Ji Yuanyu was on his way while eating roasted chicken and drinking knives, some people spread the story about the fight that happened in Tingqiu Mountain. Inside Dazhen, there are already rumors of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

. . .

After sunset the next day, the night outside the Town God's Temple in Chunhui Mansion was already dead at night. In the night where no one would move around except watchmen and patrolmen, there was a gentleman in a white shirt carrying two people on a bamboo pole with an exaggerated curvature. Close to the Town God's Temple, it was Ji Yuan who rushed back from Jinzhou.

When he walked a certain distance in front of the Town God's Temple, Ji Yuan used his body to transform Yin and Yang, and crossed a certain boundary between Yin and Yang, and the scene of the gate of ghosts appeared in front of him.

Seeing such a white-clothed man carrying two people over, several servants at the gate of hell stepped forward to ask questions.

"Who came here, and why did they break into the underworld of Chunhui Mansion?"

The person who came was definitely not a ghost. This can be seen from the heavy footsteps touching the ground and the anger on the person who came, but it was obviously not a mortal.

In order to save some troubles, Ji Yuan directly took out the gloomy wooden sign that he had retrieved from Hu Yuna after returning to Ning'an, and handed it to the errand.

"This is the wooden plaque of the City God of Chunhui Mansion, please inform me, and say that I plan to visit you!"

As soon as the wooden sign was in hand, Yin Cha felt the majestic aura of his own Lord City God, and he didn't dare to be negligent, so he said to Ji Yuan: "Wait a moment, sir", and hurried to the interior of the Yin Division.

After the City God of Chunhui Mansion saw the Yin Shenmu, there was no twists and turns. After greetings and greetings, two evil masters and apprentices, a man and a woman, an old man and a young man, were directly drawn out of their souls and locked in the depths of the punishment prison.

During this process, except for the woman who was hit by the immobilization method, the old man was still in a coma.

About a day later, nourished by the yin qi of the Yin Division, the old man in the soul body finally woke up. The moment he regained consciousness, he felt the coldness around him, and he could hear screams in the distance.

Vision and memory are a little fuzzy, I tried my best to recall, and finally recalled the previous events, there was an expert chasing and killing, the mountain god was defeated, and the memory after that was gone...

"Am I dead?"

"Hmph, you are right, you are almost dead now!"

A voice sounded in front of him, causing the old man to raise his head suddenly, and his sight became clear. A tall figure wearing an official uniform with a hideous and terrifying face was standing in front of him. Looking around, there were instruments of torture everywhere. Malformed monsters were chained to it, and the whipping and screaming that existed then.

"Where is it? Hey, he asked where he is!"

"Hahahahahaha..." "Yeah..."

"Huhohoho..." "Woohahahaha..."

Surrounded by strange laughter with sharp voices and terrifying atmosphere, some came from weird officials who looked like officials, and some came from monsters on torture instruments, even practitioners.

"Hahahahaha, ah...haha.....ah..."

A monster was still smiling one moment, and was directly immersed in a pan of oil the next moment. Amidst the sound of "Zizizi...", it immediately let out a shrill scream, but no matter how painful the scream was, it still turned towards the old man. smile.

All the evil spirits and monsters around were laughing, they knew very well that the old man had committed a lot of crimes, because he was locked on the copper pillar of the platform of evil, because the black cloud of evil above his head was so dense, the ghosts in purgatory most longed for someone to do the same. Miserable, it's better to be worse than them.

The man dressed as an official looked at the old man with a stern expression.

"Where did you say you were?"

The old man's scalp was a little numb. This is probably the legendary Purgatory of the Underworld, and no one even a practitioner would want to come.

The miserable laughter around brought great excitement. Many monsters that looked deformed were actually people in front of them. They had been tortured in purgatory and had no human form. These old people had heard the rumors, so they immediately thought of it when they saw it.

"They... why are they laughing at me?"

The old man spoke timidly.

"Hey hey hey, it's naturally because you can see people who are worse than them. You, an evil cultivator, have committed many crimes. After the fairy elder removed the talisman from you, you are so vicious..."

The most ferocious executioner in the Punishment Department of Chunhui Mansion glanced at him and said.

"The Department of Punishment doesn't plan to interrogate you anymore. My lord said that if you are such a demon, you shouldn't be able to provoke anything. You can just go to the death penalty directly, and the monk's soul is solid, so there is no need to be scruples." What's the matter, there is a saying in our Punishment Division that is 'but a quick death is bliss', hehehehehe...you will understand soon!"

While speaking, the platform of evil obstacles seemed to be moving, a dark red color appeared in front of it, and the wailing of countless ghosts with long tongues, fierce ghosts, dead bones and dead souls was getting closer...

Only half a day later, in the depths of the Punishment Prison, apart from the hysterical screams, the old man had only one sentence left.

"Ahhh... I recruited, who said I wouldn't recruit, I recruited!"