Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

Faced with the 'request' of Uncle Four Eyes, the ghost messenger directly ignored it, and with a flick of his palm, the passport to the underworld disappeared directly on Han Feng's body.

What a joke!
How can a passport to the underworld be given to anyone casually!
Moreover, it is up to whoever decides to give it to, even if it is a ghost messenger, it is just following the meaning below, they also have to obey the orders of Lord Yan, and they cannot make decisions by themselves.

Seeing the pass slowly land on Han Feng, and then disappear, no matter how stupid the four-eyed uncle is, he should understand that the pass already belongs to Han Feng.

Looking at the pale and heartless faces of the two ghosts, the four-eyed master finally stepped back knowingly.

The two ghost messengers muttered like chanting scriptures, obviously talking to Han Feng.

Han Feng rubbed his head and looked suspiciously at the two ghost messengers, "It's strange! You can speak normally just now, why are you talking like this now???"

Qiu Sheng slapped his forehead and reminded Han Feng, "I know, they are talking nonsense!"

Han Feng: ...

nonsense!Can I not know what they are talking about?

I'm just curious why what they said just now was still human, and now they suddenly started talking nonsense again.

However, looking at the expressions of these two ghost messengers, there was even a hint of excitement, and they stretched out their hands to touch Han Feng non-stop, as if they were trying to get close to Han Feng.

But the language barrier, unable to communicate is a problem.

Suddenly, Han Feng remembered that when Uncle Jiu was talking to the ghost messenger, he was chewing a mouthful of mud.

Han Feng looked at the mud on the ground and couldn't help frowning.

Suddenly, I saw a hand swaying quickly in front of me, and then a cold, earthy thing was directly on my mouth.

Han Feng turned his head to look, and saw Wencai's stupid grinning at him, "Junior brother, don't thank me! Listen to what they say!"

Han Feng was speechless for a while, frowning, feeling the 'fragrance' of the soil in his mouth, and felt nauseated.

your sister!This is the first time I have eaten soil when I grow up so big!
And it's to eat dirt to communicate with ghosts!
I don't have to thank you, I even want to kill you!
Han Feng gritted his teeth and spit out a few words, "Thank you!"

If it weren't for the fear of missing some important information from the ghost messenger, Han Feng would never have eaten this mouthful of mud.

I don't know how Uncle Jiu was able to eat mud back then.

Chewing the mud in his mouth, Han Feng looked at the ghost messenger again. The two guys had finished talking, and Han Feng said, "Please say it again, both of you."

The words blurted out, and in the ears of Qiu Sheng and others, it became a series of nonsense.

Wen Cai's old face was almost wrinkled with excitement, "It works! It really works!"

So, snap!Wen Cai picked up a fistful of dirt from the ground, and couldn't help but put it straight into Qiu Sheng's mouth, and then picked it up and put it into the mouth of Simu Shishu.

The two were about to get angry, Qiu Sheng had already raised his fist, and the voice of a ghost suddenly sounded in his ear.

"This Lin Jiuying is also a Yang man who works in the underworld. I didn't expect him to be poisoned. We have dealt with each other a lot, and he is also our colleague. How about this? Let me show you a way, maybe it can save his life. .”

Han Feng's eyes lit up, it turned out he was talking about Uncle Jiu being poisoned.

Qiusheng, Wencai and Simu Shishu all heard mud because they had mud in their mouths, so everyone heard it clearly.

All of them pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

The ghost messengers chattered again, and after they finished speaking, they only waved hands with Han Feng, and they turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared on the spot. Before leaving, they saw a black streak left on the palm of one of the ghost messengers. lightning.

The black lightning disappeared over the Xiangta Pagoda like air.

Seeing Qiu Sheng and the others startled, but everyone had no time to think about it, and their eyes fell on Uncle Jiu.

Han Feng lay beside Uncle Jiu, admiring in his heart: Those two ghost messengers were not even close to Uncle Jiu, and they could even see Uncle Jiu's situation without looking at him. It's amazing.

After all, he is a ghost of the underworld!

The reason why people told them was purely for the sake of Uncle Jiu and Han Feng, because both of them were basically working for the underworld.

If it were someone else, the ghost messenger would never reveal any news, because life and death are a determinant, but as Taoist priests, Uncle Jiu and others can often decide their own destiny.

And for the underworld, keeping people like Uncle Jiu in Yangjian can indeed do a lot for them.

Just like the evil spirit of the Xiangta Pagoda, it is precisely because the underworld is overcrowded that it has been stranded in Yangjian. Fortunately, Uncle Jiu and his Maoshan Taoist priests helped to suppress and control it, so that it would not lead to chaos in Yangshi.

Otherwise, once something goes wrong, even the underworld cannot escape the blame.

Not much to say, everyone was happy that Uncle Jiu's poison had disappeared, and they were about to take Uncle Jiu out of here and go to the place that the ghost messenger said.

Suddenly, the fourth-eyed uncle seemed to think of something, and stopped suddenly.

"By the way! Didn't we just ask the ghost messenger to help take these brats? How did we forget about this!"

Only then did everyone realize that they had forgotten about these little ghosts.

Looking at the ghosts flying by all around, everyone's eyes fell on Han Feng involuntarily.

"Junior brother, go to the ghost messenger again, who made you the only one who has a pass to the underworld."

Han Feng pulled up the reins of the carriage and pointed to the sky above the Xiangta Pagoda, "The ghost messenger has sealed this place, so don't worry about it, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, Han Feng directly pulled the carriage and walked towards the entrance and exit of Xiangta Tower.

Because they wiped out hundreds of ghosts, the Yin Qi in Xiangta Tower was instantly reduced by half.

The remaining little ghosts can't do anything for the time being, they can only be trapped in this place, waiting for the space in the underworld to be freed before they can be taken back to the underworld.

A group of people soon came to the entrance and exit, and a few little ghosts near the ghost floated over, wanting to go out with Han Feng and others, but they were sent flying back just as their bodies touched the barrier.

Black lightning stabs appeared, forming an invisible barrier, as long as the ghosts do not touch it, it will not appear, once the ghosts want to escape and touch the barrier, they will be hit by this black lightning!
Han Feng glanced at it, and continued walking without looking back.

Qiu Shengwen just glanced at each other, and hurriedly followed. The four-eyed uncle also followed beside the carriage, feeling a little depressed, "Hey! There were 20 customers with me when I came here, and now I am the only old man left. Poor..."

The four-eyed uncle's words made Han Feng's mouth twitch involuntarily, he touched the golden coffin in his mind, and thought, "I'm sorry, uncle, all your clients are with me, but I can't give them to you."

Qiu Sheng teased Uncle Simu, "Uncle, what do you think of literary talents? Otherwise, you can use literary talents to make up the number, so that you can pay less money!"

Wencai stepped forward and kicked the opponent fiercely, "I think you look like a zombie! Why don't you go?!"

Uncle Simu felt sorry for the money in his pocket, and also felt that the money he got was in vain, so he didn't have the heart to talk to the two of them at all.

Walking dejectedly with his head covered.

Han Feng glanced back at Senior Uncle Simu with a guilty conscience, thinking about how to give Uncle Simu some money. After all, it was his own golden coffin that robbed other people's zombies, so he felt a little sorry for not giving some money.

The key is that Uncle Simu is such a person who regards money as his life, Han Feng is really worried that this old man won't get depressed because of this accident.

Although the ghost messenger pointed them in a direction, if only a few of them went, Han Feng was really not sure what would happen.

With the four-eyed uncle around, it feels at ease just like when the master is good.

Besides, Master Simu is also a Taoist priest with good cultivation and experience. There are only advantages and no disadvantages with such a person by his side.

But if it really makes people feel depressed, it will be troublesome.

Thinking of this, Han Feng suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped. Uncle Simu was worrying about his huge compensation, and accidentally bumped into Han Feng's back.

"Uncle! Isn't it just a few zombies? Look at how you can't think about it along the way."

When the four eyes heard this, they were immediately displeased. Just as they were about to speak, Han Feng continued, "You do the math, how much compensation do you have to pay in total, and I'll give it to you!"

I didn't expect Han Feng to be so generous, and Uncle Simu's heart suddenly warmed up, but when he thought of the huge amount of money, Uncle Simu was once again disappointed, "How can you afford it, you little boy!"

Han Feng clattered and threw out a money bag, "Do you think these are enough?"