How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

Jiang Luo turned around upon hearing that and saw a tall man in a suit and tie walking towards him.

The man was wearing a mask on his face, and the mask was so ugly that it was appalling.

The corners of Jiang Luo's lips twitched, and he subconsciously asked, "Who are you? Are you also... the alchemist invited by the Yuan family?"

The man smiled at him and nodded, "I guess so! Are you in trouble, handsome boy? Don't worry, just call me good brother and I'll help you solve it."

Jiang Luo frowned, wondering why this person spoke so rudely. It reminded him of her newlywed husband lying in the wooden house.

But the person in front of her was obviously stronger than her newlywed husband, seemed to be several centimeters taller, and her voice was different. Moreover, her half-dead husband was too weak and would not wake up once he fell asleep.

Not to mention coming here alone, you may not be able to walk this far even with someone’s support.

Jiang Luo asked: "Can you solve it? It's not that easy to deal with."

Even Bai Fu felt that this thing was a bit tricky, not to mention these useless alchemists invited by the Yuan family.

The man pushed up his mask and said in a muffled voice, "It's really not easy to solve. This looks like a ghost baby, but in fact, it's... several ghost babies."

Jiang Luo frowned: "What do you mean?"

Accompanied by the high-frequency ghost cry, the man said: "The old man surnamed Yuan is not doing anything human. He just wants to live a long life and be rich and prosperous. He should have died long ago, and the Yuan family's luck should have ended long ago. He has enjoyed so many years of happiness because of these ghost babies in front of him."

Jiang Luo still didn't understand much. He was a newbie who was forced to learn, and he was undoubtedly exposed in front of the real experts.

The man explained, "Borrowing luck to gather and collect is a very evil forbidden technique, which means forcibly occupying other people's luck and opportunities for one's own use. These ghost babies are the poor and noble children that the old man surnamed Yuan collected from all over the country, either by abducting, buying, or robbing. Their bones were buried here, and evil magic was used to make a gathering and collecting luck formation. With this formation, these poor and noble children with opportunities are trapped here, but their opportunities will still take effect, but it will only affect the person who casts the formation."

Jiang Luo was stunned, wondering how could there be such a vicious person in this world?

His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "You mean... there are more than one baby skeleton buried here? And these babies were... killed?"

The man under the mask raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you scared? Don't be afraid, come to my arms, I will protect you."

Jiang Luo automatically ignored the man's teasing and asked, "How do you know this?"

The man took the peach wood sword from his hand, threw the talisman paper on it and said, "Because... I am the local police officer, also known as the ghost messenger. Maybe you are more familiar with my other name..."

With a loud bang, the killing talisman suddenly exploded, and the man said a name: "Black and White Impermanence."

He turned around and smiled at Jiang Luo, saying, "See? This is how the Killing Talisman is used. Little friend, stay away when you first get started. I'll only demonstrate it once, so learn from it!"

After saying that, he flew forward, grabbed the two killing talismans that Jiang Luo had just drawn, and threw them at the ghost baby, one on the left and one on the right.

Suddenly, sharp ghost cries came from all directions, and a dozen phantoms swayed in the misty fog.

The man hissed, "It's more troublesome than I thought. There are as many as fourteen of them! This old guy named Yuan is such a piece of shit. He's really committing a sin!"

Mixed with the ghost's cries, the ghost's voice came again: "Who are you? Why are you meddling in other people's business?"

The man said, "Listen carefully, kid. My name is Fan Wujiu! I'm not meddling in other people's business. This matter of yours is really under my jurisdiction."

"Fan Wujiu?" The little ghost repeated the name, and a sharp laugh came: "Do you think I'm stupid? Fan Wujiu is the Black Impermanence. What kind of Black Impermanence are you dressed like this?"

The man chuckled and said, "Little ghost, you don't understand this, do you? The ghost uniforms have also kept up with the times. How can we still wear the old-fashioned ones? We don't just have this set of uniforms, we also have a new Chinese style, a denim set, and a sports suit. There's nothing we can do about it. The treatment of civil servants in the underworld is good."

Jiang Luo was dumbfounded, thinking, is it necessary for you to chat with the baby ghost at this time?

The man who called himself Fan Wujiu suddenly flew forward and grabbed the ghost baby's neck, saying, "The old man surnamed Yuan did a really good job with this formation, but unfortunately he made a mistake in his calculations. Someone would tamper with the child's horoscope for money. A dead baby costs 200,000 yuan. In that era, a dead baby was more valuable than a living baby!"

Jiang Luo understood. No wonder the Yuan family suffered backlash. It turned out that one of their birth dates had been tampered with.

The infant ghost whose neck was being strangled screamed strangely, and Fan Wujiu said, "I happened to meet someone with extremely strong evil spirit. This is probably retribution. However, the Yuan is not a human being, and you are not necessarily a good person either. I just said that evil people are as annoying as evil ghosts! All of them are noble sons from poor families, but you are the only one who has punished your relatives and children, and your evil spirit cannot be hidden. You have devoured all these infant souls, right?"

Jiang Luo seemed to be listening to popular science. After hearing this story, he was instantly furious and pointed the peach wood sword at the ghost baby: "So that's how it is. What a bad guy who complained first!"

The ghost baby laughed shrilly, revealing a blood-red mouth, and said sinisterly: "Since ancient times, victors have been kings and losers have been bandits. They were losers when they were alive, and they will never amount to anything after they die! Rather than letting that Yuan guy get away with it, I'd rather use them for my own use!"

Jiang Luo frowned, but suddenly realized something was wrong and warned: "Fan Wujiu, there's something wrong with this ghost baby! Be careful!"

Whose child has such good language logic?

Looking back at the ghost babies around, their eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, like those of unintelligent children.

Look at this ghost baby again. He speaks in a very coherent way. He doesn't look like a ghost baby at all. His logic is clearer than that of an adult.

As soon as Jiang Luo finished speaking, a huge ghost hand pounced towards Fan Wujiu. The hand was so big that it seemed like a tattered fishing net that covered the sky above him completely.

Fortunately, Fan Wujiu was no pushover. He turned around to avoid the big hand and said to Jiang Luo with great approval, "Little boy, you are amazing. Are you interested in being a local police officer? You will get food and accommodation, a regular salary, clothing subsidies, and everything else."

Jiang Luo didn't want to waste time talking to him. He looked at the ghost hand with vigilance. His hand was already holding the backpack that the Taoist priest had just given him.

There are quite a few gadgets in the bag for exorcising evil spirits. Although these gadgets don't have much killing power against yellow-level ghosts, they are better than nothing.

Fan Wujiu and the ghost hand grappled with each other, and the broken peach wood sword in his hand was wielded so vigorously that those who didn't know would think it was an ancient sword.

Seeing that Fan Wujiu was difficult to deal with, the ghost baby turned around and went behind Jiang Luo, opening its bloody mouth and ready to attack Jiang Luo.

Bai Fu suddenly popped up from behind him, and a white ghost face hissed and attacked the ghost baby. The ghost baby was frightened and stepped back violently, but even so, a row of teeth marks were left on the ghost face.

Bai Fu spat at the ghost baby and said, "You nameless little ghost, you dare to attack my ghost master? I will bite your face off!"

The ghost baby whimpered and covered its face, trembling as it pointed at Jiang Luo and said, "You... you actually raised a little ghost, you are nothing!"

After saying that, he made a "Puh" sound and spat at Bai Fu.

Jiang Luo was speechless. Are you kids fighting? Why are you spitting back and forth like that?

When I think about it again, it is true. One of them is a ghost baby, and the other is just a child transformed into about ten years old.

Looking back at Fan Wujiu, the ghost hand had been chopped into several pieces by his peach wood sword and was now scattered around his body.

After escaping, he rushed to Jiang Luo with some concern and asked, "How is it? Did the little ghost hurt you?"

Jiang Luo shook his head and asked, "Is Mr. Fan okay too?"

Luo Wujiu nodded to show that he was fine, pointed the peach wood sword and said to the little ghost: "The King of Hell is easy to beat, but the little ghost is hard to deal with. But it doesn't matter, just stand aside and I will show you my skills."

As a result, when he turned around, he was tripped by the peach wood sword and fell flat on his face.

Jiang Luo: ...

Jiang Luo couldn't bear to watch it, thinking, is this Black Impermanence an idiot?

Fortunately, he picked up the peach wood sword again after he got up, and chanted: "Five Thunder Gods, I know their names, save the people from suffering, obey my orders!"

As the peach wood sword pointed, the rumbling sound of thunder reached his ears, and crackling sounds exploded around the little ghost like firecrackers.

Jiang Luo looked at the scene in front of him in amazement. It was like a sea of ​​fire and silver flowers, like exploding iron flowers, and like thousands of meteors falling from the sky.

A name immediately appeared in his mind: the Five Thunder Curse.

As the saying goes, if a person dies a miserable death, he will usually be struck by five thunderbolts from heaven. Only extremely vicious people will be punished by five thunderbolts from heaven after their death.

Fan Wujiu brought down the Five Thunder Curse. Even if the little ghost had supernatural powers, he could not survive under the Five Thunder Curse.

As Jiang Luo heard the smell of burning, when the smoke and dust cleared, he saw a deep pit in front of him that was blasted out by the five thunders, and fourteen infant corpses were lying in the pit.

What was strange was that the corpses of the babies were preserved so well that they looked as lifelike as if they had just died.

Fan Wujiu sighed and said with a click of the tongue, "What a sin! If the old sly fellow who set up the formation for the old fellow surnamed Yuan had not deliberately let him go and threw in the evil infant, the old fellow surnamed Yuan would have ascended to heaven in this life by stepping on the corpses of these innocent nobles. Now, haha, he should go to hell!"

Jiang Luo looked at the dead souls on the ground and asked sadly, "Mr. Fan, what should we do with these children? Can they... still be reincarnated?"

Fan Wujiu said, "Unfortunately, we can't. Although it's not their fault that they were refined, they are refined. They carry a lot of resentment and evil spirits in their bodies. Even if they are reincarnated as humans, they will be evil people with all five poisons. The underworld will not accept such infant spirits, and can only let them become lonely ghosts."

Jiang Luo felt very distressed and asked again: "Then there is no way to remove the resentment and evil spirit from them?"

Fan Wujiu looked at him, curled his lips and smiled, "Yes, there is only one person who can do this throughout history."

Jiang Luo asked: "Who is it?"

Fan Wujiu looked up at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle and replied, "The Lord of Ten Thousand Ghosts, Jinglin."