The Little Matchmaker of the Fox Demon: The Master of Tushan

At the end of Huangquan Road, there is a lonely city in the boundless yellow sand, the lonely city is broken, the sky is dim, the red fireball in the sky falls like rain, the ghosts are full of ghosts, but not a single ghost dares to cross the broken city wall.

The soul of the human-faced lion entered the city, and it was not difficult to guard the gate of the capital, and after investigating the [Past Life] talisman, he let it go.

"Another one who went through the back door! This year's reincarnation is all his mother's rushing!

"Keep an eye on it, it's been a strict check lately!"

The headless horseman stood silently on the side of the road in his armor, and the black horse beside him snorted at the knight from time to time, foaming and seeming to be a little blocked.

The scroll flew out on its own and landed in the knight's hand, and a moment later the knight mounted his horse, holding the club with a broken tip in his hand, and galloped.

On the streets of Yudu, countless ghosts were in a mess, and they all looked sideways to see what kind of status they dared to ride in this land of nine ghosts.

The black horse reluctantly jumped up, as if it had given birth to wings, and went straight to the temple on the heavenly dome.

At the bottom of the underworld, the black rope hell under the Wo Flame Stone, the third hall master of the Ten Halls, Emperor Song, shot up, his eyebrows widened...

Immediately afterwards, the lord of the sixth hall in the city of death, King Bian Cheng, put on his armor and took a step....

King Taishan of the Seven Temples, King of the Eight Temples of Urban, King of the Equality of the Nine Temples....

In the Heavenly Dome Holy Temple, the old monk on the Qianye Green Lotus sang with low eyebrows.

On this day, the prefecture seemed to have escaped some ancient gods and demons, the ten halls of Yan King, five out of ten.

Above the underworld, a simple war song sounded, coming from the secluded wilderness, which seemed to be an existence longer than the Yin Cao Di Mansion, where there was a yin wind rising and entering this world.

At the head of the bridge, the old woman sighed, picked up a bowl of tea soup, and handed it over....

............

The next day, the sky was bright, the morning light was faint, and the young man pushed open the door of the courtyard, and it was a sunny day.

Not far away, the ring-haired big pink monster and the six-handed blue devil lowered their heads.

Bai Qiye greeted him and said with a smile: "Master Six Hands, Master Huan Mao, good morning!" The

two demons quickly took over the words: "Good morning!" Seven nights.

"I'll go out, today I may need Master Six Shou to go out to the sea one last time, it's the end of the month, are you going to leave Tushan early next month?"

"Yes!" The ring-haired big pink monster replied immediately. The six-handed blue devil obviously paused, and stopped talking.

The two demons saw the boy away.

The ring-haired big pink monster pushed a six-handed blue devil, signaled him to get on the slingshot, and prepared to go to sea. In the last moment of letting go, he couldn't help but ask: "Old Six, aren't you ready to go?" The

six-handed blue devil didn't have time to turn around and make a sound, so he turned into a starlight and flew out.

The ring-haired big fan monster thought left and right, feeling that he was right, after all, the contract with Tu Shan expired, Tu Shan's reputation was still guaranteed, and he said that letting him leave should not change again.

It is also thinking about what else to do without Tushan! Over the years on Tu Shan, the three demons have relied on each other, in addition to dealing with the little ancestor Tushan Susu, the days are also light, although from time to time they have to face the exploitation of the second boss, although the big boss is short-tempered and irritable, he likes to freeze ice sculptures at every turn, but fortunately he travels for a long time.

Tu Shan's job is quite beautiful in a sense.

It's a pity that the human-faced lion died, and the old six weekdays ... And reticent, it feels bored to stay any longer, and of course none of this is the main reason.

Mainly, last night it was in a dream, dreaming that this Terran boy held the blue sword, forced himself back to the corner of the wall, supported the wall with one hand, and kept approaching his body, his eyes were blood-red.

In his mouth, he repeated vigorously: "Master Huan Mao, you, do you want to be my apprentice." The

ring-haired big pink monster shivered in fright.

...............

The boy once again climbed the Mochizuki Peak.

Before jumping off the cliff yesterday, the weasel's true body had begun to collapse from the fox's tail, turning into invisible wind and dust and disappearing with the wind.

When we see you again today, there is only a sugar gourd left in front of the grave. Where the yellow gourd originally lay down, only a layer of loess remained, and the big demon that could have been immortal turned into a cup of dust, dust to dust, soil to earth.

"Aunt, yesterday I ran the [Golden Pupil] yellow gourd and dispersed as if it was not just flesh. And some kind of silky thin thread, gradually breaking.

"Yes, the weasel, who chose to burn the soul, burned out its own causes and effects, and the causes and effects burned out, and since then it has dissipated, and there will be no trace of it in this heaven and earth."

Cruel is good, self-defeating.

"That is, it has no afterlife, it cannot be reincarnated in a past life?" What kind of obsession is it? Let it do such a terrible thing! The boy gasped and continued to ask.

"Pinch that jade Jane in your hand! Everything should have an answer. What Chuan Ying left behind should be the sacrifice of the weasel. As for the burning of the divine soul, it should be waiting hard. Bai

Qiye spread out his palm and carefully examined this jade Jian, and of the two left by Chuan Ying, one was used as a mark to integrate into the soul of the human-faced lion.

According to the sword spirit, countless epochs ago, Chuan Ying lived next to the prefecture, which is why Bai Qiye dared to make this deal with him. With the jade Jian as the imprint, the pure love of the heavenly paper endorsement is engraved with the reward, when Chuan Ying sees the text, he will shelter the human face lion out of trade, and the reincarnation must be no big deal.

Bai Qiye asked, but avoid the prefecture and the law, even if the face lion drinks less Meng Po soup, more or less leave a trace of memory, make up for the lack of Tushan reincarnation continuation, the next life only needs to remember the existence of the white tiger.

Everything requested is attached to the paper, and the method is also indicated.

And the conditions prescribed by the teenager! Presumably, Chuan Ying could not refuse.

That's right, it's to draw a pie, and he promises to retrieve his head later.

Such an unequal transaction, Chuan Ying only raised his hand, and in the future, he would hope to get his head back, no longer need to use a headless body, such a crippled body!

Bai Qiye didn't believe it, he had lived for countless years, and in that underground mansion where money could make ghosts push and grind, it was impossible not to get a star and a half.

The cake is drawn, and it is not difficult to do things, and the guarantor is the owner of the Tushan sword, a generation of demon emperors. The young man felt that it should not be difficult, but the more he felt like this, it was too smooth! There is always something wrong and I can't control it.

But I can't tell why?

...............

"Bai Qiye, have you thought about crushing this jade Jane?" Sword Spirit inquired.

"With it, if something happens in the future, I can't tell if you can summon Chuan Ying once." Even I, after this era, can't definitely protect you!

"So, you have to think clearly."

The young man looked up, and the light was clear.

Tu Shanrongrong suddenly flashed and appeared in front of Bai Qiye, holding a booklet, and said with a blank expression:

"On the evening of the fourteenth, a pair of boys and girls were lost at the border of the Terran race."

"At the beginning of the fifteenth and at noon on the fifteenth, two men and two women were lost one after another."

"On the night of the nineteenth, the night of the twenty-first, and the night of the twenty-second, fifteen villages large and small on the border between Tushan and the Terrans were slaughtered, and a total of 621 men died, and there was no plan for women and children."

"This morning, it was verified that the above were all committed by the Huangfeng Ridge weasels."

Bai Qiye squinted, is this the sacrifice of the yellow gourd? Then this jade Jane should not be crushed.

The young man walked over the edge of the cliff, the wind was strong, and after a pause, he was afraid that this jade Jane would be used for self-defense, and he would be haunted by ghosts, and he also hoped to give them the truth.

Everything comes at a price!

With a slight shake of his wrist, the jade Jian shattered in an instant, turning into a spiritual light and dispersing.

On the cliff, the wind rises here.