His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

The Ten Temples of Yama have a specific location in the story and legend, but according to Xiang Dong, the Hall of Yama is actually erratic, people may not be able to find it if they want to find it, and ghosts will definitely come when they are looking for it.

"Ghost market, I haven't been to play in many years." Xiangdong said enthusiastically on the phone, "Let me tell you, when I was young, I wanted to take Xiangbei to play, but he refused desperately, insisting that I let him say' I will never harm him', maybe you don't quite understand, but there is a reason..."

"Speaking spirit?" Su Zhe asked.

"Oh? You know?!" Xiang Dong said in surprise, "He even told you this?"

"Is this... a very confidential matter?" Su Zhe asked in doubt. At first, he just asked Xiang Bei and said it, it seemed that it didn't take much effort.

"How should I put it, it's not particularly confidential, but I'm afraid that someone will catch that kid and force him to talk, you know?" Xiang Dong said cheerfully, "He even told you this? Not bad, brother!"

Su Zhe correctly comprehended the meaning of Xiangdong's phrase "not bad" and didn't want to argue at all.

According to Xiangdong, one must find a due east according to the time of day and before the sun goes down—calculated based on the location of the Eighth Palace—the road in the ghost market must point directly to the east, and lay along the two sides of the road. stall.These stalls cannot sell things used by living people, they must be used by ghosts.For example, bones that have been dead for thousands of years, paper objects that have been sacrificed, anything that has been consecrated, or the eyelashes of boys and girls, fetal hair, nails of centenarians, etc. In short, ghost markets and ghost markets must be ghosts. What's more, what they want to attract is not ghosts but a specific place of Yan Luo Temple, so they must also put the jade calendar banknotes, turn to the page of the king of the city, and it is best to leave a specific address on it Or contact information or something, it is a kind of communication.

In this way, there is a [-]% chance of attracting the Temple of Yama, a [-]% chance of attracting a group of wandering ghosts, and a [-]% chance of blowing the cold wind all night without doing anything.

Hearing this, Su Zhe said helplessly: "The probability is too low."

"I can't help it, the underworld is very busy right now, okay?" Xiang Dong said calmly, "But you have Xiang Bei, ask him to say a few words, and don't just say that whoever will come, it's better to use the probability method. For example, if you ask him to say, if the dice is thrown to six, it will be a good thing tonight, which is very suitable for you and him, and this method can predict good or bad luck by the way. If you say a very high success Probability, such as changing six-sided dice to 24-sided dice, and then throwing all ones ten times, it means that this matter is difficult to succeed, so give up."

Su Zhe's eyes were wide open: "Can it still be like this?"

"Yeah, interesting, isn't it?" Xiang Dong said with a smile, "It's okay to develop Xiang Bei more, and you will find him very interesting."

"Then if I talk about a completely impossible thing, such as the explosion of the solar system, and then keep throwing it, will the dice never fail to roll six?" Su Zhe asked curiously.

"Well, there are two results." Xiang Dong said, "One is because you throw the dice for too long or you can't stand it or what kind of situation, in short, you will never be able to throw six, two, let's finish the ball to the north, I think He should have told you about the worst consequences."

Hearing this, Su Zhe hesitated, and said: "Is it okay for you to tell me like this? I mean we have never met..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Xiang Dong laughed heartily, "I've already done the calculation, this call is super auspicious! Don't worry, I'm very accurate in fortune-telling!"

Tiekou|Explosion with Chaoji, yes, Su Zhe silently read a nickname for Xiangdong in his heart.

"And, you are the first one who can call back with this mobile phone." Xiang Dong's voice was full of joy, "Xiang Bei has been out fooling around for so long, and you are the first one. Come back with Xiang Bei during the Chinese New Year." , my mother cooks delicious food!"

After hanging up the phone, Su Zhe was in a very complicated mood. He hesitated for a long time when he returned the phone after finding Xiangbei, and said, "Are you going home for the New Year?"

Looking at Xiang Bei, his eyes were full of naked accusations: "Have you been persuaded by Xiang Dong so quickly?"

"What?" Su Zhe said angrily, "Your brother said that your mother's cooking is very delicious, even better than yours."

Xiangbei's expression froze for a few seconds, then he turned his head away and didn't speak for a long time, just when Su Zhe thought he said something that shouldn't be said, he turned around again with a subtle smile and said, "For your words, I was wondering if I should go home for the Chinese New Year?"

Su Zhe: "..."

There is always a bad feeling.

Even so, the matter still needs to be resolved, although Su Zhe feels that the matter has greatly deviated from the original expectation, the Tenth Hall of Yama is fine, but the Yama Hall is too weird.

"By the way, your brother said to use a chance to speak spiritually." Su Zhe said.

"Oh, that's what he said?" Xiang Bei sneered, "Oh, his hemorrhoids will burst before he gets up tomorrow morning, and the blood will stain the sheets." After speaking, the blood on his face disappeared instantly.

Su Zhe was speechless for a moment, and said: "Are you okay? Can you still speak the language?"

"Yeah." Xiang Bei wiped his mouth, coughed, and said, "What do you want to say?"

Su Zhe said the general request over and over again, and Xiang Bei said angrily: "That's it? Why are you so boring? Let's start from now. If the heroine who shoots a movie here doesn't tell you With the words 'I have loved you for 1000 years', then your act of summoning the city king Huang of the Eighth Temple of Yama will definitely not succeed."

Su Zhe once again experienced Xiangbei's rigor when using the language spirit. It seems that the constant chance he was worried about before does not exist.

Even so, Xiang Bei's face was as pale as a dead man's after he finished saying this, with a bluish tinge to his face, and he kept coughing, as if he was about to die at any time.

The more Su Zhe looked at it, the more unhappy he became, and said: "Don't be busy with dinner at night."

"I'm so stupid, why don't you let me have a good meal?" Xiang Bei said with tears in his eyes, "Do you really want to torture me like this?"

Su Zhe: "..."

I don't care what he is doing!

"Let me do it." Su Zhe still couldn't bear it.

"Oh, by the way, last time you said you have a family...a family...cough!" Xiang Bei spit out a mouthful of blood, and then said with a shocked expression, "You don't have a family recipe?!"

Su Zhe was startled, and quickly pulled Xiang Bei into the house to sit down, and then went to the stove to make a cup of boiling water. Every household here had a firewood stove for the whole day.He didn't expect that Xiang Bei would repeat what he said. At that time, he just said it casually, and he had indeed learned a thing or two from his grandfather. It stands to reason that this can be regarded as a family recipe.

After listening to Su Zhe's explanation, Xiang Bei typed with a toothache on his face: "This should be caused by different definitions. From your point of view, it seems to be called family tradition, but according to the meaning most recognized by intelligent creatures, family tradition Recipes should be something special, different from ordinary recipes."

Su Zhe thought for a moment that the dishes passed down by his grandfather were indeed home-cooked dishes: "But it's hard to distinguish the specialties of dishes, except for some weird ones."

"Oh, is that why I didn't make it clear?" Xiang Bei sighed while speaking.

Su Zhe was feeling guilty, and suddenly a narration frame slowly rose from behind Xiang Bei: Su Zhe just eats soft but not hard, the blood is not in vain, it's just that his throat hurts a little.

Su Zhe: "..."

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was because of Yan Ling's blood spurting or the blood forced out... Can the blood still be forced out? !