Take the ghost monster to catch the monster

Ye Zhu followed in his footsteps and stepped onto the bridge of Naihe, the bluestone bridge deck, five steps, the bottom of the bridge was thousands of feet deep, surrounded by clouds and mist.

Came to the Sansheng Stone: "Although I don't know whether the next life can fulfill his promise, I just hope that he can be fulfilled in this life."

"I am a god, he made a wish to the god, I should respond to him"

Granny Meng looked at Ye Zhu with a smile: "Naihe bridge, nothing to say about parting in the previous life, nothing to meet in this life, nothing to reunite in the next life."

"Master Zhuzhao, as a god, your life is endless. In this life, you have granted his wish. In the next life, you will only meet each other as strangers. He will not remember you. So why bother?"

Ye Zhu stopped what he was doing, and an inexplicable feeling surged into his heart. His heart was very painful, and his right eye was also very painful.

He supported himself with the Sansheng Stone, and the divine punishment had begun, and it had lasted for three months. This was the punishment he deserved, because the last time the divine punishment was forcibly terminated under the premise of touching taboos.

The punishment that can be ended once, will be spent with his long life.

The pain inflated his rationality, and Ye Zhu couldn't control his consciousness. He raised his fist and punched it forward.

"Bang!!"

The fist was scratched, and blood oozes from the skin, and a small gap was opened in the stele of Sansheng.

"Master Zhuzhao—" Granny Meng didn't have time to respond.

"Lao Ye! Lao Ye! Your injury hasn't healed yet. Why are you running around again? You said you were coming to Wangchuan to heal your wounds. I left my job and came to be your nanny. Why can't you just stay there? , why don’t you let me worry less, why did you run outside, this place is either pitch black or blood red, what’s there to see?”

"I told you to go to Penglai to recover from your injuries. If you don't go, you insist on coming here. I really don't understand what's going on in your head."

Jiang Qizhi rushed over and talked a lot, giving a long series of lectures.

Ye Zhu reluctantly raised his head to look at Jiang Qizhi: "I'm fine, I'll be fine in a while." He supported his body firmly.

The bloody tattoo curse spread out through his right eye.

"Old Ye, do you think I'm blind? Nine divine punishments, they told you to take them in a few days. I don't know what you are trying to do, but you have to take them all at once."

"There is also this divine punishment. If you go and talk to Dijun's old man casually, he will let you go. You have to add trouble to yourself."

"What is meant by "When the mind is broken, the punishment will end. "

"I don't know what you are thinking in your dead fish's head? If you can't stop this thought, this punishment will be with you forever."

"On weekdays, I see that you are quite decisive in doing things. I don't know what's wrong with you recently. Lao Ye, Lao Ye, if you encounter any unhappy things, tell me, don't hold back, you make me very sad. Not used to it."

"Where do you want to go? I'll go with you. What do you want to do? I'll accompany you too, except killing people and breaking the ban."

Ye Zhu and Meng Po watched Jiang Qizhi talk endlessly.

Po Meng spoke first: "Island Master Jiang, you—"

Jiang Qizhi didn't have time to talk to her now, so he said: "Miss Meng, if you have anything to say, wait first, I'm trying to enlighten Lao Ye now."

Granny Meng: "This—the stone—" is no different from Ben.

"Jiang Qizhi!"

Ye Zhu suppressed the irritability and pain, forcing Jiang Qizhi to shut up.

"Yes, Lao Ye."

"Jiang Qizhi, save your words for now, and I'll talk about them later. Let Your Excellency Meng Po finish the sentence first."

"Yes, Lao Ye."

Ye Zhuqiang looked at Po Meng with a strong smile and apology: "Your Excellency Meng Po, I'm sorry, please speak first."

Granny Meng laughed in embarrassment, first bowed to the two, and after thinking for a while, she opened her mouth:

"Master Zhuzhao, it's this Stele of Three Lives—you just smashed it."

Hearing this, Ye Zhu also showed embarrassment: "Sorry, is the repair fee low?"

"This—Master Zhuzhao, you also know that the salary of our government officials in the underworld is definitely not as good as your nine-day salary, so—" Granny Meng was about to report the number.

"The world's banknotes are five thousand oceans!" The voice came from the other side of the Naihe Bridge, and a man walked forward among the red bushes on the other side.

Long black hair, straight and straight, a fair face with sharp edges and corners, and a black robe, all of which reveal nobility and elegance.

Jiang Qizhi looked at the man who came towards him and walked towards him, put it casually on his shoulder, and put the other hand on his five fingers that were spread out: "Oh, isn't this Xiao Fengfeng, my God, you actually Come out of your dark little dark room."

Then he jokingly took Yan Feng's hand and walked in the direction of Ye Zhu and Meng Po, not forgetting to point to the Bianhua flowers on the bank of the Wangchuan River on the left.

"Xiao Fengfeng, look at how beautiful the Wangchuan Riverside is, and look at how dark circles you have under your eyes. You should have come out a long time ago."

Seeing Yan Feng coming, Ye Zhu and Meng Po saluted him.

"Dianzhu Yan, I'm sorry"

Meng Po: "My lord."

Yan Feng replied: "Lord Zhuzhao, you are welcome. It's just that my three-life stele was built with three years of salary in our entire Yan Luo Difu." After speaking, he lowered his head, put his fist on his lips, and coughed twice.

"so---"

Jiang Qizhi looked at Yan Feng, put his knee and elbow on his shoulder, and stroked his fist again: "Hey, Xiao Fengfeng, our friendship is easy to talk about, isn't it just 5000 silver notes, don't worry, wrap it on me, If you have time some other day, bring someone to Penglai to pick it up." His face was full of confidence.

Yan Feng: "Then—"

Granny Meng grabbed Yan Feng and dragged him away from the scene: "Your Highness, wait a moment, this kid has money, last year's Ghost Festival we spent too much on trips in hell, why don't we—"

Yan Feng understood Granny Meng's meaning in a half-bad manner: "I see, we asked for the overpayment last year together."

Granny Meng shook her head, "Master, you are so confused, you want to take all of last year, the year before last, this year, next year, and the year after that, and double the cost of repairing the stele."

"This—it's not very good." Yan Feng, you calculated silently, this is a lot of money, according to what Granny Meng said, this asking price is enough for them to travel in Zhongyuan for 20 years.

Meng Po pushed Yan Feng to ask Jiang Qizhi for a price, and Yan Feng pretended to be calm: "Master Jiang, we discussed it. The price we just offered was the price many years ago. Now that the times have changed, the price of silver tickets may have risen. Fees, transportation fees, and maintenance fees for these years, as well as lost work fees for the past few days, together amount to 20 silver bills."

Yan closed his eyes and reported the final number, ready to be rejected.

"No problem, Xiao Feng, it's only 20 yuan, Lao Ye has disturbed you here for a while, so I will pay for the accommodation together, three months—well—one hundred thousand a month, a total of— —”