God counts a ball

After Nandu entered inside, he quickly turned around, hid in the dark place blocked by the cabinets, and looked around for a few more times. After confirming the safety of the place, he began to search one cabinet after another.

Here is a very empty room, but filled with all kinds of rare treasures.Famous paintings and jewelry are just ordinary, and there are all kinds of swords and bows, which can be described as dazzling.

And because they have different shapes, the cabinets where he is placed are also different. Some cabinets have several treasures in the compartments, and some have only one treasure in the entire cabinet.

Of course, in addition to the cabinets of different sizes, there are also several Eight Immortals tables with some medicinal materials placed on them, which also look extremely precious.

Nan Du tiptoed past the rows of cabinets, carefully looking at each treasure.

The little devil's voice came out of his mind again: "These look very ordinary, and they are no different from those pawnshops in the market, nothing more than a little more."

Nandu continued to check, carefully looking for where the silk bag was, and answered him: "Naturally, it is different. Every magic weapon here has extremely strong spiritual power, which can be used by its master. Used."

"Oh." The kid said half-understood, "Isn't it true that none of the magical artifacts here has an owner? Otherwise, why would they be here?"

Nandu replied in a low voice: "Not all of them. Many of the magical artifacts here should have had their owners before, but later their owners died in an accident, and these magical artifacts were left outside. It was collected by the Ghost Emperor and placed here."

The little ghost wondered: "Then why did Lord Qingze put them here, shouldn't they be given to other people to use?"

The little ghost was confused, so many powerful instruments, if they were used by some ghost slaves in the ghost hall, then they would be even more powerful. Wouldn't it be a waste to put them here all the time.

"Of course Qingze wants to give these to his subordinates to use, but magic tools recognize their masters. Generally speaking, as long as you have the master's magic tools, you will not easily betray your master."

After hearing Nandu's words, the little ghost couldn't help sighing: "Then they are much stronger than you and me."

"Huh?" Nandu didn't understand what he meant.

The little ghost continued: "This magic weapon knows that it is loyal to its master, but we don't know it."

Hearing that the little ghost classified him and himself into the same category, Nandu only thought it was funny, and then defended himself: "I am not the same as you, I did not betray the human race, but you are helping us and deceiving the ghost race .”

The little ghost also argued with him, "No, I didn't, I was kidnapped by you, and I can't escape myself."

"You are quite good at making excuses for yourself." Nandu mocked.

"I'm just fine!" the kid said angrily.

Nandu smiled, ignored him, and continued to look for the silk bag in earnest.

Nandu looked over row by row, but he didn't see anything more like a silk bag. In addition, these magical artifacts placed on the cabinet were not marked with names. Except for a few famous treasures, the rest Nandu couldn't tell what these things were at all.

Just when Nandu had no clue, a black shadow flashed past him, and his hand on the cabinet froze instantly. He was sure that the black shadow had seen him just now, but he didn't notice it. Someone is approaching him.

He frowned, not knowing whether the person who came was an enemy or a friend. After a few seconds, he turned around to check, but he couldn't find a trace of the black shadow.

The little ghost's trembling voice came over, "Brother...just...is...isn't...a black shadow passed by."

Nan Du's face became even uglier. In just a moment, the black shadow disappeared without a trace. Why did such a powerful person suddenly appear in front of his eyes?

"Yes, leave him alone, let's find something."

Nandu didn't want to offend anyone at this time, so no matter who he was, he didn't plan to pay attention to him, and concentrated on looking for the silk bag.

After a while, Nandu still couldn't find the shadow of the silk bag among the pile of magic tools. He was a little irritable and planned to use his spiritual power to search for it.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he received a palm on his chest. This palm was neither light nor heavy, and it could be seen that the opponent did not use all his strength.He quickly opened his eyes and saw that figure just now was about to disappear at the end of the row of cabinets.

He quickly chased after him, thinking to himself: If this black shadow makes a move, it is naturally not a friend. If you want to continue looking for the silk bag, you must first solve this problem.

But the speed of this black shadow was obviously beyond Nandu's expectation. Every time he was about to get close, the black shadow turned around and slipped away again.

Nandu felt as if he was being played by someone, and was going to ignore him and return to his position just now.As soon as he turned around, the black shadow slapped him on the back again. Nandu turned his head and glared at him. The black shadow was not afraid, and continued to slip away, like a naughty child who found an interesting little partner. Played a game of peek-a-boo.

Nandu also realized that he couldn't beat him at all, and he refused to let him leave, so he had no choice but to continue to follow.

Finally, the black shadow stopped, and Nandu walked over panting, and was about to ask, "What exactly do you want?"

The black shadow disappeared out of nowhere.

Nandu was surprised again, what's going on?

When Nan Du had no idea, he looked sideways and saw a blood-red purse-like thing lying in the compartment of the cabinet next to him. On the bag was a mandarin duck outlined with silk thread. The rope on the bag It is a golden cord, which will tie the pocket tightly.

Nandu gently picked it up and murmured, "This is the silk bag?"

Then he stared thoughtfully at the place where the black shadow disappeared just now, and instantly understood that the black shadow was not playing hide-and-seek with him at all, but looking for a silk bag for him.

But who is he?Why help yourself, Po Meng's friend?

Nandu packed the silk bag and left with doubts.

When she returned to Meng Pozhuang, Meng Po was already awake, and she was earnestly grabbing the medicine to prepare the ingredients for Meng Po Tang.

I saw her grabbing from some messy medicinal materials and putting them into her dustpan, which seemed to be disorderly and logical.

When Nandu saw a mouse she caught in the medicinal materials and threw it into the dustpan, he hurriedly stopped her.

"Mother-in-law, that... can't let it go?" Nan Du pointed to the struggling mouse in her hand and said.

When Po Meng heard the sound, she looked at her hand. She grabbed the round thing again and threw it directly into her pot.

He also said in his mouth: "The old woman is old, her eyes are blurred, and she doesn't even know when a vile animal comes in."

Seeing the mouse struggling in the soup pot, Nandu felt nauseous for a while. Granny Meng smiled when she saw his expression, and said, "It seems that the ghosts on this journey are much luckier, and they can still taste meat." taste."

Nandu thought to himself: If they knew it was rat meat and it was still unpeeled, they would not feel lucky.

"Mother-in-law threw a mouse in like this, and changed the ingredients of Meng Po soup, can it still be effective?" Nandu asked.

Granny Meng continued to grab the herbs in her dustpan, and said back to him: "Po Meng soup has no recipe, as long as it is made by Po Meng, it is called Po Tang. The recipe is not important at all."

Nan Du thought that this was the case, but the kid in his body couldn't calm down, "Ahhhhhhhh, I wouldn't have drank this kind of thing too, it's too disgusting!!!"

Nan Du was dizzy for a while, and reminded him "kindly": "Judging from your current brain, you only drank too much."

That little ghost wanted to cry but had no tears, and couldn't accept it, but he actually drank this kind of soup!

When Nandu was still communicating with the little ghost, Meng Po suddenly asked, "Did you find the silk bag you were looking for?"

Only then did Nandu remember, and quickly handed over the things he had brought back, "Look, mother-in-law, but this?"

Granny Meng took the bag and shook it in the palm of her hand. There was a "twittering" sound from inside. Granny Meng threw the bag to Nandu again after hearing it.

And exhorted: "That's right, it's this one. You put it away, and you will need it later. Don't open it without my permission."

Nandu took the bag, held it close to his ear and listened carefully, the "twittering" sound just now disappeared.

Nandu looked at Granny Meng suspiciously, but she didn't seem to want to explain, so Nandu didn't ask any more questions, and put away the silk bag again.

"Why did those two annoying guys let you in?" Granny Meng asked again.

This annoying guy, of course, refers to the two ghost slaves who stopped Nan Du when he passed by. "They wouldn't let me in. I slipped in when they weren't paying attention."

Granny Meng glanced at him with a smile, "That's right, he's quite clever."

Later, Nandu remembered the black shadow he met there, and told Granny Meng about the comparison, and asked her if she had such a friend.

Positive Meng murmured thoughtfully: "Heiying? My old lady has been in this ghost palace for thousands of years, and no one has ever said that she wants to be friends with me. Just return it next time you have a chance, don’t need to delve into it.”

Nandu wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Granny Meng: "In this hall of ghosts, there are many capable people and strange people. Since he doesn't want to show up, he must have some unspeakable tolerance. It's not convenient. If you look into it , but to the detriment of others.”

In this way, that person must have something important to do. Since he helped Nandu, no matter how curious he is, he must not mess around, so as not to delay other people's affairs.

At this moment, Nandu looked at Po Meng. Some people outside said that she was crazy, but it seems that this is not the case.

"Okay, don't be dazed anymore, come here, I'll teach you how to make soup." Granny Meng had already picked up the herbs, and now she took the dustpan and walked to the table next to the pot.

Nandu hurriedly followed and glanced at the bubbling soup. The mouse just now had completely swallowed its breath and was floating on the soup.

Nan Du held back his nausea and asked, "Didn't my mother-in-law say that as long as the soup made by Meng Po is called Meng Po soup, then what do I want to learn?"

Po Meng smiled, "Of course you are learning to become Po Meng."