God, he's wearing it again

clean. "

"This, is it so serious?" Some cultivators stammered, they just felt that they were too pitiful.

The woman who grabbed the hem of his robe was stunned for a moment when she heard his words, and even let go of her hands, but the next moment she grabbed the fabric of his clothes again, "I don't care about that much, I just want my son to accompany you By my side, I can't control the rest, immortal, please help me, help me find him, just say, just say his mother is waiting for him to come home for dinner."

Feng Jiuluo looked down at her tearful eyes and sighed. There were a few who seemed to beg him like this before, and raised their sleeves to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but they froze in mid-air, because the sleeves It's all blood and it's too dirty, "Okay, I'll help you this time, right and wrong are up to you." It doesn't matter to him, it's all because of their choice.

"Is there a mourning hall in the village?" Feng Jiuluo looked back at the village chief.

The village chief didn't ask a few more words, then raised his hand while leaning on crutches and said in another direction, "I'll take you there just ahead."

After many considerations, some people took their relatives or lovers back for burial, and some stayed behind. Several monks helped them carry these corpses to the mourning hall according to Feng Jiuluo's order.

As soon as Feng Jiuluo arrived, he lit a stick of incense in front of all the memorial tablets in the mourning hall, and asked the group of little guys to fold a few stacks of gold ingots.

"Why don't you use paper money? Isn't it more convenient? How do you fold this thing?" Fang Lai murmured softly while holding two stacks that couldn't be formed into shapes over and over again.

Feng Jiuluo glanced at him, "Paper money is only worth a few bucks, but I want big ingots. If you don't want to fold them, just let me go."

Fang Lai couldn't help being surprised that he could hear the ears, maybe they belonged to dogs?

"Brother Ziyu, your hands are really clever." Someone couldn't help but praise, Jiuluo looked back, it was very delicate and unique, "It seems that it is a blessing to receive this dear brother."

After being praised by him, Ziyu smiled embarrassedly, "Because I like to do some handicrafts when I have nothing to do, so I can do these things."

"But if you can't make it out before dawn, you will have to wait until next night."

Feng Jiuluo put the folded gold ingots in a basin and burned them, while muttering, "Today is a better day, someone will treat you to dinner."

After it was completely burnt to ashes, several phantoms came out from behind the tablet, and then became clearer and clearer. When they saw Feng Jiuluo, their eyes widened. Kneel down.

"I don't know what is meant by the visit of the gods. We little ghosts usually keep our own place. We only guard the ancestral hall of these few acres of land and have not set foot in other areas of the village, let alone disturbing the people. Respect Haihan." An old man with gray hair and a clear mind said, judging by his age, he should be regarded as the end of his life, he lowered his head at this moment and didn't dare to look at him at all, and the rest were the same.

Fang Lai and the others looked suspiciously at this scene, and then took a suspicious look at Feng Jiuluo. Feng Jiuluo looked out, then looked left and right as if looking for something, "God? Where is the god? Has he come? No, are you lying to me, forget about the money, you have to deal with it after collecting it, I want you to do me a favor. "

"What's the matter?" The ghosts looked flattered.

"It's to find the souls of these people." He pointed to those who were lying behind, "You have to watch carefully, don't catch me wrong."

"God—" The old man was about to say something when Feng Jiuluo interrupted him, "As for the god you mentioned, he doesn't seem to be here."

"I will not disgrace my mission." Before leaving, all the ghosts kowtowed respectfully to him.

"What are you looking for? To find a ghost, of course let the ghost find it. Could it be that if we go to find it ourselves, we may not be able to find it in the Year of the Monkey." Feng Jiuluo couldn't help but look at Fang Lai and the others in a daze.

"No, they call you God Venerable." Fang Lai hesitated.

Feng Jiuluo remained calm: "It is God who gives money."

Everyone: "Yes."

Feng Jiuluo: "Why did you say that group of brats still called me God Venerable?"

System 666 paused for three seconds: "Master, maybe the halo is still there."

Feng Jiuluo: "Is the protagonist's halo?"

System 666: "Master, you are not the protagonist in this world."

Feng Jiuluo: "Does a celestial being like you still pay you?"

System 666 is wronged, it really doesn't know, how can it be possible that the charm of God is still there?

Feng Jiuluo sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the young man who was still awake on the bed. At this moment, cold sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he was murmuring something that he couldn't hear clearly and seemed to be in pain.

"Brother Gu's wound on the back, which was still fine before, was also bandaged with medicine, but suddenly developed a fever for some reason, so we suspected whether the wound was infected, so we thought about removing it and bandaging it again." from another sect next to him The fellow cultivator said that because Feng Jiuluo had to deal with those "corpses", he asked others to find a place to settle Gu Hanshuang first.

"You go out first, I'll be here." He took the clean cloth and medicine from them.

"Okay, then what do you need us to do?" After the previous events, they trusted Feng Jiuluo a lot.

The person on the bed was still raving, "Is it really that sad?" The back of his hand stroked the boy's forehead and was startled by the temperature he felt. It burned so hot that it burned his brain?

Pulling off the printed blood-red cloth, the two deep scars on the snow-white back looked a bit shocking, and there was still some black and turbid air oozing from the wounds. No wonder it turned out that the miasma inside had not disappeared.

"Be patient." Regardless of whether the other party could hear it or not, the black and turbid air combined with the index finger and middle finger was slowly drawn out, and the boy let out a muffled snort.

Feng Jiuluo glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and the young man was awakened by the pain, he was biting his lower lip so hard that it was almost soaked with blood, his brows were tightly knit with aloof and stubbornness.

"If you feel it hurts, I can bite my arm." Feng Jiuluo put his arm in front of him, who knows that the wrist was grabbed in the next second, and the whole person was pulled up and hung in the air, waiting for a reaction When I ate, my shoulder hurt a bit.

There is no need to look at the skin inside, it must be broken, "I just let you bite my arm, not my shoulder, you are so impolite." I wanted to pull my hand out but found that the other hand was pulling it. It was so tight that I couldn't break free for a while, tsk, I still have a lot of strength.

"Are you awake, or not fully awake?"

"Brother Gu hasn't woken up yet, I don't know what happened."

"I don't know, why don't we go in and have a look."

Through the door, I heard chattering outside, and heard that they meant to come in, and after a while, there was a knock on the door.

"What kind of door are you knocking on? Just go in. The big man is afraid of seeing something he shouldn't see."

The door moved, and it was about to be pushed open.

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"Junior Brother Fang, etiquette is the most important thing for us cultivators. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to rush in like this." The voice was modest and long, it was Ziyu.

"It's annoying, you don't need to worry about it."

Feng Jiuluo inside was pulling out the last wisp of miasma, as if uprooting the entangled vines and dragging out the seeds inside, so this last move was the most painful, and the young man's forehead was covered with thin sweat.

"Be patient."

The knuckles holding his wrist turned white, and the veins on the joints on the back of the hand must be exposed. Feng Jiuluo's body was pushed down on the bed, and Gu Hanshuang's body pressed up again. There was only a moment's slack in his shoulders and he was bitten again. .It's really hard to take care of a child, and they are bitten and gnawed, Feng Jiuluo thought so.

As the last ray of miasma was pulled out, the pain on his shoulders gradually dissipated a lot. The young man gradually let go and put the whole weight on him. knocking.

Ziyu: "Brother Jiuluo, I don't know if we can come in now."

Feng Jiuluo forcefully pushed Gu Hanshuang to the side of the bed, ready to stand up and let them in. Who knew that his wrists were still tightly clasped? He couldn't move for a while, so the young man pulled his hand over and put it on his cheek, as if looking for The boy's brows gradually relaxed when he found himself in a comfortable posture, and the faint smile on his mouth suddenly softened a lot, "Don't go." The voice was also soft, um, so cute.

The knocking on the door continued, and Feng Jiuluo yelled at the outside, "What's the noise?! Didn't you see that I was healing your senior brother Gu?" His voice was heard outside and there was no movement.

After a while, "Brother Jiuluo is really sorry, then we will still come here from time to time."

Fang Lai glanced at his mouth and said, "The anger is quite high."

When Gu Hanshuang woke up, she found Feng Jiuluo lying beside him, her eyes squinted as if she was in a light sleep, and she held one of his arms tightly, shifted her gaze to the other's shoulder, and raised her hand to prepare.

"Yo, you're awake." Feng Jiuluo rested his head on one hand, lazily.

Gu Hanshuang was slightly surprised, but his eyes did not move away from his shoulders. Feng Jiuluo also noticed this and instinctively followed his gaze, then chuckled, "I don't know who is dragging him Biting and nibbling, he refused to let go."

Gu Hanshuang was turned away by his coquettish words, but couldn't help but look back, "I'm sorry, does it still hurt?"

"It hurts, of course it hurts. At first, he just used your arm to bite, and when you opened your mouth, you gnawed off a large piece of his meat." Seeing the guilt in the boy's eyes deepened, tsk tsk, teasing him is so much fun,