I have a room in Huangquan

This is a threat, but also a warning.

It's just that I didn't move this idea for the time being, and the bad old man didn't want to say this sentence in a real sense for the time being.

So the two chose to end this topic in a tacit understanding.

Everyone knows that the result of going further will inevitably be tearing the face.

The bad old man stood up and left without looking back. Before leaving, he told Ding Xiaoyi that the people staying in the hotel can make troubles as they please.

There is no need not to provoke them, but if you want to do it, you must not leave any future troubles, or even clues, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

After the bad old man left, Ding Xiaoyi stood alone in the yard, looking at the yellow spring in front of him, with flickering eyes, wondering what he was thinking about.

It wasn't until Shuang'er came out and added another piece of clothing for him that Ding Xiaoyi came back to his senses.

"Master, what are you thinking about?" Shuang'er couldn't help asking when he saw that he had already narrowed his eyes.

"Well... I miss my son, I don't know how this little brat is doing when he just entered school."

Ding Xiaoyi took a deep breath and said to Shuang'er.

He didn't want to reveal to anyone around him what he said just now with the bad old man. On the one hand, things didn't go that far.

On the other hand, it's also because I'm not without backhands. In the dream of bliss, I concealed many things, including the fact that the Taoist priest gave Ding Peng another fate.

At that time, if he really came to that step, he would give up everything and take Ding Peng out.

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi relaxed a lot.

His eyes turned to the stone tablet in front of him again.

Although the ancient inscription has been broken in many places, if you observe carefully, you will definitely find that this stone tablet is surrounded by an unusual mysterious power.

Even though the words on it had been damaged long ago, it still couldn't conceal its extraordinaryness.

He didn't rush to absorb the stele, but quietly observed it, trying to find the secret of the inscription on the stele.

He even took out a professional camera and carefully photographed every detail on the stele.

"Unfortunately, Zhao Ke is no longer here, otherwise maybe he can translate the content for me."

After pondering for a while, but couldn't come up with any clues, Ding Xiaoyi didn't bother at all.

Besides, if it were so easy, the above secrets could be deciphered.

Palace Lord Zhoujue and the others got the stele for an unknown amount of time. If there was a secret, it would have been deciphered long ago.

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi took out the square stone from Rouqiu's mouth.

Throwing it on the stone tablet casually, the stone tablet suddenly flashed a golden glow, and then the stone tablet seemed to be turned into particles, and was quickly sucked into the cube.

On the cube that absorbed the stele, there was an extra lit up mysterious rune.

Ding Xiaoyi took the cube in his hand and studied it for several hours.

I want to see what mysterious changes occur in the cube that lights up the three runes.

However... nothing has been found.

"Could it be possible to only light up all the runes on it? By the way, what is this thing??"

He looked at the cube in his hand and felt that it fell into his hands, as if he had posed a big problem for himself.

It is necessary to try to decipher the mysteries layer by layer, but as for the final answer given inside, I don't know anything.

But he believed that this thing must have a very magical effect, otherwise it would not have been kept in a special box by the Queen Mother.

At this time, on the other side, after the bad old man left, he went directly to find Pangpang who was in his dojo.

Fat Pang in his dojo is completely different from what Ding Xiaoyi sees in normal times.

The figure is tall, with regular and generous features, and the round earlobes naturally hang down on the temples of the cheeks.

Even the clothes he was wearing were completely different from usual.

After Fat Pang left the disciples around him, he sat in the gazebo with the bad old man and sipped tea.

"So, he has noticed?"

Fatty frowned slightly, and put the tea cup in his hand on the table.

"I've noticed it a long time ago. It's been so many years. Do you still think he's the kid from back then?"

The bad old man stuffed a piece of pastry into his mouth and ate it with relish.

"This...hehe, yes, if you don't tell me, I don't feel anything. The little sparrow back then has now become an eagle that wants to soar into the sky."

Fatty recalled the scene when he first met Ding Xiaoyi, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously.

Time flies too fast.

For him, a few years is just a moment of flick of the finger, not even as long as the time he spent lecturing to a few disciples.

Perhaps he has adapted to this wasted life.

"Hey, if we get to that point, he will hate us to death."

Fatty looked at the teacup in his hand, and his eyes became a little sad.

The bad old man was also very silent, but he was obviously more decisive than Pangpang: "Let's talk about it when the time comes. If it really comes to that day, I think this kid will be decisive. This is his destiny."

Speaking of which, the bad old head remembered something, looked up at Pang Pang and said: "I didn't come to tell you this, what I mean is, you should pay more attention recently, I'm afraid that Xiao B will use some crooked brains .”

"What did you say??"

Chubby looked dazed.

The bad old man rolled his eyes, and his face immediately fell down: "What else, don't think I don't know, you secretly teach your children Dharma, I don't care about you."

After being pointed out, Pang Pang smiled innocently, and nodded to promise that he would pay attention to the child's changes.

Speaking of this, Pangpang said regretfully: "Unfortunately, the child has gone to school, hey, there is not much time left for us..."

"Yeah, time is running out."

The bad old man stood up from the chair, and threw out a sign from the bamboo basket behind him.

Fatty took a closer look, and his calm demeanor suddenly became tense.

"Is he leaving too?"

He picked up the token on the table, checked it carefully, and looked at the bad old man in disbelief.

"Is he crazy? Doesn't he know how heavy the price will be after leaving Netherland, and the authority is so up for grabs. Doesn't he know anything about what happened back then?"

The more Pangpang talked, the more excited he became, and he really couldn't accept this matter.

But the bad old man was not surprised by this.

Looking at Du Ziren's name on the sign, he let out a long sigh: "It's because he knows it well, that's why he has to leave."

As a ghost emperor, Du Ziren controls hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers in the south alone. This is a treatment that several other ghost emperors do not have.

It can even be said that Du Ziren is at least the top five ghost emperors in the underworld system.

Even a ghost emperor like Fu Zi is far inferior to Du Ziren in terms of real power.

Fatty thought that there would be a ghost emperor leaving, and even thought that Tutu might have to leave, but he didn't think about Du Ziren.

That's why I was so surprised.

"Ge Hong said back then that Du Ziren's good character was just due to his personality, and he was unwilling to be inferior to others, so I let him take power alone in order to dispel his worries, but it was far from what he thought. .”

The bad old man remembered that he once played chess with Ge Hong by chance.

At that time, Ge Hong just took a quick look at Du Ziren, and concluded that this person was ambitious and not a good minister.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, Ge Hong's words have been fulfilled.

"Du Ziren not only left, but the other [-] elite left with him."

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes flickered coldly, and the fat man who was familiar with him looked at his slightly clenched fingers.

Knowing that at this time, the bad old man's opinion is about to be unable to contain the signs of killing intent.

In fact, not to mention him, even Pang Pang was very angry. Among the [-] Yin soldiers must be the elite that Du Ziren has cultivated over the years.

These elites have practiced for so many years, even if they are far inferior to the emperor's hussars, they are still a force that cannot be underestimated.

Du Ziren took this group of troops away, obviously already had plans for the future.

"Aren't you chasing after?" He asked the old man Xiang Zao, it didn't make sense for him to sit down and drink tea with such a big matter.

"How to chase, his army is mixed with ordinary ghosts, even if I catch them, I can catch a few."

The bad old man let go of his hand, and finally dispelled the breathtaking murderous aura.

Things have come to this point, it is already doomed.

Even if I can hinder it once, there will be no next time.

After all, if the good brother who has been good for so many years wants to leave, there is no need for him to stop him.

Thinking of this, the old man took out his ghost phone, clicked on the ancestral grave chat machine, and sent a message to Ding Xiaoyi:

[Give another plate of beef to that Qi Zhenji, just say that as a brother, I wish him a frank and honest heart, Youren Zhenji. 】

Chapter 565: Big Sister and Second Brother

"Frank and frank, Youren Zhenji."

Sitting at the table, looking at the plate of beef, the black-faced man couldn't help sneering after hearing Ding Xiaoyi's words: "Hmph, if I really keep my law and order, why would I change my name to Qi?"

He didn't move while talking about the beef on the table, and slowly got up and walked to the room.

Ding Xiaoyi didn't know why, so he didn't think much about it.

Just treat the other party as an old friend of the bad old man.

Two or three more people came to the inn one after another, and these people also checked in at the inn.

It's like waiting here purposely for something.

It wasn't until the next morning that densely packed boats were seen breaking through the waves on the water of Huangquan, and Liao Qiu also walked in dragging his tired body.

He picked up the water and poured it vigorously.

"Ah, hiss~huh..."

After drinking heavily, Liao Qiu felt as if he was alive again, put on the blanket sent by Shuang'er, and leaned against the fireplace: "Ba Shi!!"

Liao Qiu stretched, feeling more comfortable than ever.

Then, as if he had opened the clip, he began to complain.

"I'm really exhausted. A bunch of poor ghosts can't explain it clearly. Some of them just have problems with their brains, and they still want to live by themselves."

Ding Xiaoyi brought some food from the kitchen, brought it to Liao Qiu and asked, "Could it be that they are all poor ghosts, there must be something to gain."

Liao Qiu nodded: "It's still a bit of a harvest. Today, I collected 18 Ming notes in taxes, but they are all small money."

"so much??"

Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help being a little surprised, 18 Ming notes, this is an income of more than one billion. "

Liao Qiu curled his lips, waved his hand weakly and said, "Billions, hunks, it's been a hard day to make so much hunks, ah...money is really hard to earn."

Ding Xiaoyi sat aside, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times when he heard this.

This is Liao Qiu. If he was someone else, with such a large tax income, he would probably be ready to go straight to the Great Sword Health Hall by this time.

Of course, although the money was a lot, it was far from the half of Liao Qiu's net worth.

"What about those poor ghosts who have no money?"

Ding Xiaoyi looked outside and couldn't help asking curiously.

"Either enter the city of death, or go back and forth, but it is expected that the city of death will not accept them. After all, there are too many of them. Once they are accepted, the city of death will be chaotic."

While the two were talking, they saw that the people who stayed in the attic yesterday also came down one after another, checking out one after another.

One ghost note per person, although not many, but it is still profitable.

Before leaving, the dark-faced man named Qi Zhenji glanced at Liao Qiu who was sitting in front of the fireplace, and immediately threw a note on Ding Xiaoyi's desk.

Ding Xiaoyi was taken aback when he saw this, but casually put the note aside and ignored it.