God counts a ball

"Young man, come here."

Just when Nan Du was talking with that little ghost, Meng Po suddenly yelled at them.

Nandu hesitated, and walked towards her slowly. Granny Meng looked up at him for a while, smiled strangely, and said, "Finally someone came to pick up my old lady's work."

Didn't Qingmo just say that Po Meng didn't want people to come?Nandu was puzzled, and then asked: "Does the mother-in-law want me to be the next Meng Po? Why don't you go to the ghost market to find a suitable one, but you want a ghost slave?"

In the pot she was stirring, the soup was still bubbling. Po Meng put down the spoon and wobbled down from the table. Nandu saw that his feet were staggering and limping, and he was very unstable. He hurried forward to help her up.Granny Meng paused for a moment, not being polite to him, and then put all her strength on him again, Nandu's hand sank, thinking: If I use this strength with one palm, I'm afraid I'll lose it. Spit a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Fate comes, it comes, there is no need to force everything."

Nandu carefully helped her to sit on a chair. She was really too old, except for the vigorous and strong hand holding the soup spoon all the year round, she didn't need much strength in other places.

After sitting down, Granny Meng picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and said to Nandu: "Young man, go and help Granny go to the fourteenth floor to find something."

"Yes." He is now the ghost slave of Meng Po Zhuang, so naturally he cannot disobey Po Meng's orders, "What is Po Po looking for?"

Granny Meng thought about it and said, "Silk bag."

After speaking, he leaned back on the chair and dozed off.

Nandu tried to wake her up, but after yelling a few times, he found that the person on the chair didn't respond, so he left Meng Pozhuang hesitantly.

"What's a silk bag? A bag?"

As soon as Nandu came out, the little ghost in his body ran out and asked curiously.

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it, and it's not interesting if I think about it."

Nandu thought about it, drew a spell on the wall, and walked towards the fourteenth floor.For the ghost slaves who enter the ghost hall, Qingmo will transfer the spells to each floor to their minds, and Nandu himself has a relatively deep knowledge in spells, so he is very familiar with the spells on each floor at the moment. Mastered extremely proficiently.

"That...brother..." The little ghost hesitated for a while, and then called out carefully, brother, and then hurriedly asked as if he was afraid that Nandu would scold him: "The No. 14 floor of the Ghost Palace, is it Aren’t there many, many babies?”

For this "brother", Nan Du was very satisfied. He smiled and thought: Not bad, this can be regarded as accepting a younger brother~

So, he replied to his younger brother; "It's natural. The fourteenth floor of the Ghost Palace has attracted all kinds of rare treasures from all over the world, and there are countless high-level magic weapons. Although I have never heard of this silk bag , but since it is placed on the fourteenth floor, it naturally has its advantages."

After Nandu reached the fourteenth floor, two tall and strong ghost slaves appeared in front of him immediately, and looked at him.

One of them asked: "Where did it come from? It's an important place for the ghost clan, so don't enter indiscriminately."

Nan Du respectfully bowed to the two elder brothers, and replied: "You two elder brothers, I am from Meng Po Village, and I am here to pick up something for Meng Po."

The two looked at each other and asked curiously, "Isn't there no ghost slaves in Meng Po Village?"

The other one said uncertainly: "I passed by the way back a few days ago, and I seem to have heard Lord Qingmo say that Mengpo Village wants ghost slaves, is it so fast?"

While talking, the two glanced at Nandu again, and Nandu smiled, waiting for the result of the two people's discussion.

After a while, the two finally decided on something, walked up to Nandu, and said honestly: "There are indeed ghost slaves in Mengpo Village recently, so I believe your words for now. But you still can't come in."

Nan Du was confused: Don't you all believe me?Why not let me in?

Before Nan Du could ask, the ghost slave answered his doubts.

"The storage cabinet is full of the most precious treasures of the ghost clan. To enter here, one must have the handwriting of Master Qingze."

Is it impossible to enter without a handbook?Nandu quickly tapped the little devil in his head and asked him.

Although that little ghost has never entered the ghost hall, he still knows a lot about the things inside the ghost hall.

Explaining this: "It seems to be like this. They say that they are afraid that someone with a heart will steal it, so they are generally not allowed to come in. But I didn't expect that even Meng Pozhuang's own people were not allowed in. By the way, you can Ask him, if Meng Po comes, can he enter?"

After listening to the kid, Nandu questioned the two ghosts, and the final result was: no!

The two ghosts also reminded Nandu by the way: everything in the storage pavilion belongs to the ghost emperor, and there is nothing belonging to Po Meng here.

It was only then that Nandu realized that Po Meng's original intention was to let him steal it, and she didn't come to get it.

Under the current circumstances, these two ghosts don't have that much malice towards Nandu. If they continue to entangle, they will definitely become stiff.

Thinking of this, Nandu immediately changed his words and said guiltily: "I must have heard wrongly. Po Meng probably didn't ask me to pick it up, but asked me to ask about the source of a treasure."

The two ghosts guarding the storage pavilion also have a very thorough understanding of the treasures on this floor, "Is that so, then you ask, as long as it appears in this storage pavilion, both of us brothers can answer it." come out."

"The two big brothers are really powerful." Nandu praised the two first, and then said: "I don't know if the two big brothers know what the silk bag is. Do we have it in the storage cabinet?"

A ghost slave answered him very straightforwardly: "There must be a silk bag. This thing is just an ordinary bag. It doesn't have any special abilities. It's not as good as the Qiankun bag, which can hold everything."

"Oh?" Nandu asked suspiciously, "How could an ordinary bag be put in the storage cabinet? Could it be that it was put in the wrong place?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in Nandu's words, and he immediately set the two ghost slaves on fire. They were quite irritable. Misplaced it!!! The silk bag is very ordinary, but it is just an ordinary bag that can hold human souls, your Po Meng knows better than anyone else!"

Pretending to be a soul?In this way, it is indeed something that Po Meng can use.That being the case, shouldn't it be given to Po Meng? Why should it be placed in the storage cabinet.

Can't Granny Meng use it?But if you can't use it, why let yourself get it?

For a while, Nandu couldn't think of an answer.

He asked again: "Why does Po Meng know better than anyone else?"

The ghost slave was obviously a little impatient, pushed him, and said: "Go, go, go back to Meng Pozhuang and ask Po Meng, don't interfere with our patrol here."

Nandu had no choice but to leave first, "Then thank you two big brothers."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and drew a spell on the wall behind him. The two ghost slaves saw that he was drawing the spell seriously, and there was no problem with seeing the spell, so they ignored him and wandered around.

And Nandu saw the two ghosts, one left and the other left, and knew that he had successfully fooled them.His attainments in spells have always been very high. In the spells, if he slightly changes two strokes, he will not be discovered at all.

After the spell was completed, Nandu saw the figures of the two ghosts were about to turn their heads back, he saw the timing and rushed in at the speed of light.

Except for a slight trembling air, there is no vision.

And seeing this scene, the little devil in Nan Du's body was immediately dumbfounded, "Brother...you just...flyed so fast!"

Nandu comforted him with a smile: "Don't worry, you can do it one day."

The kid lowered his head in shame, "I can't do these things, I'm very slow to learn."

Nan Du whispered softly: "Don't worry, I will teach you, and you will learn it soon."

"Really, that would be great."

From this voice, Nandu could hear the happy mood of the little ghost, and he couldn't help laughing.