Ascended to become a virtual idol

Cuiyun also said immediately, "Master, I will follow you to protect your safety."

Seeing what Li Xian wanted to say, Cuiyun immediately said, "This way the uncle can feel at ease."

Yan Qiao also said at the same time, "Although you have my protection on you, I still don't feel at ease. Besides, don't you trust me and Xianniang?"

"Come on, I've been told by you, what else can I say," she said helplessly, but she also knew that the two of them were for her own good.

"My cultivation level is really too low now," she sighed.

"Don't think too much, your way of cultivation is always different from ours," Xianniang said reassuringly.

She is a successful ghost king, and she still has some understanding of Li Xian's situation. Although she is a little ignorant of the world, she has touched some inheritance when she was promoted to ghost king.

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but think of what happened to Xuanyuan back then, "Speaking of it," the words swallowed again.

Seeing her strange expression, Yan Qiao also knew that she had some things to say, so she patted her on the shoulder reassuringly, "Some things will be known when the time comes."

Xianniang nodded, "With you in my heart, I feel more at ease."

Yan Qiao couldn't help laughing when she heard this, "It's the first time I know that I'm still Dinghaishenzhen."

"You just know that the word Yan Qiao is just a joke when you think of it," Xianniang gave her an annoyed look.

Yan Qiao coughed lightly, "Let's talk about business, talk about business."

It was also this interruption that made the atmosphere a little more relaxed, "Let's just say it like this, Senior Sister and Xianniang will investigate secretly, and Cuiyun and I will remain as we were at the beginning."

"The people behind it don't know how deep it is, so that's all they can do," Yan Qiao nodded.

At this time, in a courtyard in the alley in the center of Silang Town, a young man in a brocade robe and jade belt was sitting. He tapped his fingers on the table, "Has the cultivator who accepted the mission from the Mysterious Society arrived yet?"

"My lord, there has been no movement so far," a short-bearded man wearing an apricot-colored short shirt and trousers replied cautiously.

The young man's brows were a little stern, "You know, if the day to marry the bride doesn't come, I will use the people in your town as sacrifices."

The man was so anxious that his forehead was covered with sweat, "I'm going to urge you now."

"If you don't arrive within the stipulated time, don't blame me for being ruthless," the young man said coldly.

When the man looked up again, there was no one in front of him, and he collapsed on the sofa. Ever since Silang Town was favored by this evil star, he led the residents of the town to live in fear every day.

Metaphysics is useless, and he tried to ask for help several times in secret, but there was no solution. For the sake of the people in his town, he had no choice but to deceive those monks.

He also knew that this was wrong, but he also had resentment in his heart. He had repeatedly asked for help but found no way out. His cultivation base was not high, and this was the only way.

Sighing, his face was a bit tired, every time he hated those high-ranking monks countless times in his heart, why couldn't he take a closer look, even just a glance.

You were revered all day long, and he nearly lost his leg trying to survive.

Forget it, if there is no monk coming this time, he can only go up by himself, but without him, I am afraid that this town will not last long.

After guarding for so long, he didn't expect this result in the end, how could he not feel uncomfortable.

Pushing open the door and going out, there was a lot of rain, tourists were everywhere on the road, locals were rare, he stood at the door and his eyes fell on the crowd, his eyes shifted unsteadily.

"Hey," a sigh came out, his back was bent, and the white hair on his temples showed the vicissitudes of life.

He didn't hold an umbrella, and he was walking in the rain like this. When someone saw him like this, he said, "Mayor Wuzhen, why are you here?"

Wu Zhenzi squinted his eyes and looked over, "It's Aunt Jiang, I'm going to see A Yu."

Hearing this, Aunt Jiang paused, "It's a rainy day, and the road to the cemetery is not easy to walk, and you don't use an umbrella, so what if you're sick?"

"It's okay, it's okay, don't look at me as an old man, I'm very strong," he waved his hands with a smile.

Aunt Jiang muttered a few words, but still didn't say anything. She saw that the rain seemed to be getting heavy, and instead of leaning against the eaves to look at the outsiders, she turned around and walked into the house.

The smile on Wu Zhenzi's face gradually faded. He walked forward, but suddenly stopped. He suddenly turned his head to look at the back of the other side, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

Wu Zhenzi's hands trembled a little. He tremblingly wanted to turn on the optical brain on his wrist, but he controlled his movements rationally. He took a closer look at the back of the red-clothed figure holding the peach blossom umbrella. Wu Zhenzi kept walking towards the cemetery. .

Looking at the tombstone of his youngest daughter, Wuzhenzi was silent for a long time, "Ah Yu, it's my father's fault."

He bent over and sat on the ground, not disliking the fact that the muddy water stained his clothes, "It's not that Dad doesn't come to see you, it's because he's too busy during this time."

He narrowed his eyes, "Ayu, Dad is too tired."

Hearing the sound of rain dripping, he subconsciously touched the optical brain on his wrist, and only at this time did he feel a little peace in his heart.

After sitting for a while, he patted his already soaked clothes and stood up, not caring about his embarrassment, and staggered away.

He was covered in mud, and he was almost washed away by the rain on the road. The wet rain made him a completely soaked chicken, and some tourists passing by were a little curious about him.

The shop owners saw this and said, "Mayor, you don't hold an umbrella here."

Wuzhenzi touched his face, "What's the matter, we've been used to the rain all year round here."

The boss shook his head and handed him a pack of cigarettes, "Do you want it?"

Wu Zhenzi shook his head, "I stopped smoking a long time ago, and you forgot."

The boss was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to be a little stunned, "Yes, you have A Yu, and you really can't smoke if you have a little girl."

Wuzhenzi looked a little sad, and quickly covered it up, "Your business seems to be doing well. He has a smile in his eyes when he sees tourists coming and going."

"Hi, business is good during the peak season," the boss said with a smile.

"It's okay, I won't chat with you anymore, I'm going back," Wu Zhenzi walked out of the store and continued to run in the rain.

After passing through a few more shops, the owner of the bakery stopped him, "Zhenzi, you are wet, I see there is still mud, did you go to the cemetery?"

"Yeah, it's raining today, I really miss Ayu, I'm thinking about going to see it," Wu Zhenzi simply walked into the shop.

The boss came over with a stool, "Sit down, I'll get you a towel to wipe off."

Wu Zhenzi was not polite to him, "You have no business."

"Hey, where can I eat pancakes when I'm traveling? It's tasteless and full." He handed over the towel, but his face was full of indifference.