I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

No wonder so.

The nephew surnamed Zhou gritted his teeth, leaned in front of Russell and muttered in a low voice, "Abbot walked in a hurry and walked strangely. I suspect that someone killed him!"

Russell narrowed his eyes, and dared to harm people so close to Yizhuang without letting them notice the movement, it seemed that only human beings were possible.

He took a few steps to the sides and nodded to the middle-aged man.

Although he can also summon souls, after all, this is his job, and he has traveled such a long distance just for this single business, and it is immoral to disturb him.

The middle-aged man was overwhelmed and nodded his head in admiration. This is a Taoist priest, not some low-class people like them.

The monstrous force just now, as well as the faintly painful palm, reminded him all the time that the Taoist leader in front of him is a truly capable person!

He stepped into the door cautiously, and Russell followed suit.

In the room, the woman knelt aside and wept secretly. Opposite her was the body of old man Zhou.

Walking very peacefully, wearing an ill-fitting dress, with his hands crossed on his chest, and a smile on his mouth, as if he knew his death a long time ago.

Well, looking at this, Russell felt more and more that it was a murder scene.

Don't ask why.

This is what happens after watching over 1000 episodes of Conan.

The middle-aged man pinched three sticks of incense from nowhere, took out some paper money, and first saluted respectfully.

Immediately afterwards, they lit incense and burned some paper money, and the smell floated in the air after a while.

Burning paper money is very learned. It is similar to fishing. If you want to attract ghosts, you must sprinkle bait.

When necessary, it can also be used as money to buy life.

After taking your money, I will naturally do things for you, and I will not be ashamed to harm you.

The middle-aged man straightened his clothes and slowly lay down on the side, with a solemn expression and a gloomy feeling all over his body.

Shame!

it has started!

Chapter 286 The Specter Who Comes to Revenge (Gageng)

Being in the shade is very bitter, and being in the shade is very tiring, and being in the shade is really not a personal job.

It's not a good thing to be entangled with Yin Qi. At the slightest, you will be in a trance, and at the worst, you will be seriously ill, and you will die!

After a long time, it will even shorten the life span, and live several years less than other people.

At least that's what the Yin-Zu people think. His father lived to be 70 years old and passed away at a young age.

His grandfather was only 60 years old. When he went up the mountain, his feet slipped, and he accidentally fell to his death and died young.

As long as you are not a person who walks in the shadows and does something else, maybe you won't go up the mountain, and you will definitely live longer.

Alas, people who go to hell don't live long!

His father, his father's father, was able to live for so long.

One is because of the high threshold for being a yin walker, which is a unique skill, and if you make a lot of money, you will naturally not starve to death.

Two, they know people.

It's not a fairy or something, but actually I know some Taoist priests and monks.

Yin Qi is nothing but a piece of cake for those practitioners, but it is an existence that is elusive for them.

Alas, my next generation must be a cultivator, and I can't go wrong again!

The yin walker gradually fell into a deep sleep, and slowly came to a strange world.

This world is gray, filled with white mist everywhere, and the silence is terrifying.

It's like walking in a cemetery late at night, and unknown fears will fill my heart.

People who walk in the shadows take it for granted that this is the world of ghosts, but today, it seems a little different.

In the gray white mist, a beam of light piercing the sky appeared in front of him, which was extremely exciting and obvious.

The man who walked in the shadows even felt a little uncomfortable. He looked down and found that the trailhead named Russell was staring at him with wide eyes.

……

He was extremely envious, is this the benefit of inheritance?

At such a young age, he has already reached this point.

Zou Yinren knows many Taoist monks, and those people have helped him get rid of Yin Qi, but no one has ever reached this point.

Ah, opportunity, great opportunity!

The person walking in the Yin was very happy, and after more than ten years of struggling, he has realized a truth, that is, a person's efforts are insignificant.

You not only need to work hard, but more importantly, hug your thighs.

You can only climb higher if your thighs are thicker and stronger.

A thigh like Russell's is almost the biggest and thickest he has ever encountered in his life, ah!

He was ecstatic in his heart, but the movements of his hands were still not slow, after all, he hadn't forgotten his business.

Summon the soul of Mr. Zhou.

But no matter what the stalker did, the paper money in his hand was scattered pile after pile, and there was no sign of Mr. Zhou around.

The Yin-walking man gradually panicked, his body lying on the ground began to tremble, and his whole body began to feel cold.

An ethereal and weightless feeling came over him, which immediately frightened him out of his wits.

How is this going?

His soul floated higher and higher, and his eyes became more and more flustered. Once he floated out of the roof and was blown by the gloomy wind, something serious would happen!

After all, he is still a living person, not a dead person, so he can't afford to blow that dark wind.

Do not!

At this moment, Russell from the outside world frowned, stretched out his small hand to grasp it upwards, and then yanked it violently, the voice-disabled man immediately sat up from the ground.

Panting heavily, he looked left and right with a look of surprise.

The feeling of facing death is the scariest thing in the world!

Russell turned to the nephew surnamed Zhou and asked, "Do you know where Mr. Zhou liked to go the most before his death?"

Something went wrong, Mr. Zhou had just passed away, but his soul was not in this room.

See the hell!

The nephew surnamed Zhou was taken aback, muttering his lips, unable to speak for a while.

He himself owns fields and land in the countryside, and Mr. Zhou is living in the town for the elderly. The two of them are thousands of miles away. He still knows little about Mr. Zhou's interest.

The woman kneeling on the ground suddenly raised her head and said something suddenly.

"Abo often goes to Lin's house!"

As soon as the Lin family was mentioned, the nephew surnamed Zhou immediately shut his mouth and remained silent, as if it was some kind of taboo.

He didn't intend to say it at first, but Russell swept his eyes and opened his mouth immediately.

"It's an ugly thing to say, and it can be regarded as a regret in my uncle's life."

"Abo came to Jiuquan Town to work hard back then. By chance, he fell in love with a lady surnamed Lin. The wedding date was originally set."

"But later..."

The nephew surnamed Zhou sighed, "Miss Lin's boudoir caught fire, and she was burned alive inside."

"Not long after, the master of the Lin family couldn't bear the blow, and when he couldn't get sick, he just left, and the Lin family was gone."

"Abo learned about this at the time, and he fell seriously ill. He lay in bed for a long time and recuperated for half a year before he recovered."

"But since then, Uncle has suffered from a heart disease. Decades have passed, and he is still unmarried and has no companions by his side. Alas..."

After the nephew surnamed Zhou finished speaking, he couldn't stop sighing and sighing.

The things that only happened in this drama actually appeared next to him alive, and they were his relatives.

this story?

Russell couldn't help frowning. How could such a story become more bloody the more he heard it?

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, and then said in a deep voice, "Something is coming, come here, don't talk nonsense!"

thing?

what?

Before they could react, they felt a gust of wind, and the whole room suddenly became cold.

Immediately afterwards, the tightly closed door opened with a creak. Everyone held their breath and looked at the door.

Before seeing anyone coming in, I heard the sound of babbling opera and the miserable sound of suona.

The voice was exceptionally miserable and desolate, making everyone look at each other in blank dismay, and the back gradually felt cold.

The shady man yelled inwardly that he was not good, and kept curling up. He was well-informed, and what appeared during the day was a big thing.

The nephew surnamed Zhou and the woman kneeling on the ground were also trembling. Although they had never seen it before, it didn't mean they were stupid.

These weird things are always mentioned by the older generation.

Is it.

Could it be that Abe is back?

A figure quietly appeared at the door of the room, and at the same time, a resentful female voice lingered in everyone's ears.

"Zhou Lang!"

"I'm back, I've been looking for you for a long time, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you finally, finally died!"

The first sound of sad thoughts, and the second sound extremely strange, filled with endless resentment, made them shudder.

Peeking out of the corner of the eye, I saw a woman in a red wedding gown walking in from the door step by step.