Yunsong's crutch is not for beating the golden mountains.

Instead, he hit the ghost officer behind Jin Qingshan.

This haunting incident can be regarded as an internal strife within the Jin family, and he can be regarded as a freeloader.

So Yun Song also thought about it, he just needed to drive away the ghost officer, and then he left as well.

How Jin Qingshan wants to deal with this ghost officer named Jin Qingfeng and Xiao Chao is his own business.

Ghost Officer, this is revenge.

I didn't involve too many outsiders.

So he didn't want to take care of it.

In this way, although he was swinging the mahogany crutch very fast, he didn't really want to kill the ghost officer, he just wanted it to be more honest in front of him——

The real Yun Songzi is here, and he still dares to come out and jump around. This is not giving him face.

It turned out that this ghost officer's cultivation was very poor. When he hit him with his crutch, he was smashed into a ball of yin energy!

This confused Yun Song.

Are the opponents so bad?

I have never fought such a simple battle!

I just wanted to scare it, but ended up scaring it away?

Jin Qingshan felt the cold feeling in his heart suddenly disappear. He looked at Yun Song in horror and asked: "Did you kill Xiaochao's ghost?"

Yun Song said awkwardly: "I missed it for a moment."

Jin Qingshan said: "It turns out that the Taoist priest is so powerful!"

Yunsong packed up his mahogany crutches and left.

He really didn't expect that the ghost he had to deal with this time would be so simple!

It stands to reason that this ghost officer's cultivation level is probably not that of a lonely soul, or even a wild ghost.

Then the problem comes——

Besides, it was good that Jin Qingshan's Yang Qi was weak, but he had just seen that the Yang Qi on Jin Qingshan's body was not the yellow color of ordinary people, but blood red.

This is caused by Yang Qi mixed with evil Qi!

The flow of information poured into his mind was flowing rapidly. Pieces of information appeared. He could not find clues from them, so he left first.

Jin Dachao also left.

He walked on the street in the rain, looking desolate.

Yunsong held an umbrella to protect him from the rain from behind.

He turned back blankly.

Their eyes met.

Yunsong hurriedly saluted with one hand: "Fusheng is the Supreme Lord. The autumn rain is continuous and the autumn wind is biting. Be careful of the cold..."

He quickly shut up before he finished speaking.

Jin Dachao smiled bitterly and said: "It's okay, my body is strong and strong. Didn't you, Taoist Priest, stay for that gentleman to exorcise ghosts?"

Yunsong sighed and said, "Fusheng is the Supreme Heavenly Lord."

What this means is: I have forcibly transcended it.

But he couldn't say.

That is Jin Dachao's biological brother, and Jin Dachao has a gun on his waist now. He is afraid that the truth will be exposed and he will be saved.

Jin Dachao misunderstood what he meant, thinking that he did not stay to help Jin Qingshan out of justice and fairness, so he solemnly clasped his fists and said:

"I understand, the Taoist priest is a master of righteousness! I, Jin, accept this favor. If I need it in the future, I can just do it by force!"

He strode away, as fast as a shooting star.

What do you unserstand?

Yun Song was a little confused from behind: "Fu Sheng, the Supreme Heavenly Lord."

What a sin.

He walked back in the rain. At this time, there were no rickshaws in this weather.

Yun Song felt annoyed as he walked.

He shouldn't have rashly left the villa in Jin Qingshan. He could just stay there for one night. There would be a charcoal-burning bus ride tomorrow, so unlike now he had to walk back in the wind and rain.

The wind was very strong, especially when he passed by an alley!

The wind here is called draft, and it blew him staggering into the alley. Fortunately, he had taken the magic pill and was strong enough to withstand the strong wind and return to the road.

At the entrance of another alley, something suddenly moved in the darkness.

Suddenly there was a warmth on his neck.

And with Abao on his back, Linghu Yuan was put on his head like a fur hat!

Yunsong's diaphragm should be broken.

He hurriedly took off the Linghu Yuan and put it in the cloth bag on his waist, and said: "From now on, you are not allowed to pee unless I give you an order to pee!"

While muttering, he picked up the mahogany crutch and entered the alley.

At the entrance of the alley is a straw shed used by a family to store debris. Some people huddled in the straw shed to take shelter from the rain.

Yun Song felt that this was not a person.

Because Linghu Yun peed on the spot after discovering it.

But when he approached the hayloft, there was no Yin Qi, so he asked the man in the hayloft suspiciously: "Who are you?"

A trembling voice sounded: "I'm sorry, young man, did the old man scare you?"

Yun Song asked: "Uncle, it's so late and it's raining. Why don't you go home? What are you doing here?"

The old man in the thatched shed sighed: "Where can I have a home? It would be nice to find a place to take shelter from the rain."

But this hut is hardly a shelter from the rain.

It had no door, so the cold wind and rain came in all at once.

Yunsong felt sorry for the old man, so he put away the umbrella and handed it to him and said, "Old sir, use this to block the door so that the rain can't get in."

He took out another silver dollar and handed it to the old man: "Tomorrow at dawn, go drink a bowl of hot soup and change into dry clothes. If you get sick at your age..."

He didn't say the rest.

Ominous.

The old man stretched out his skinny arm to take the umbrella and the silver dollar. He said: "Young man, you have a good heart. Let me remind you. If you are planning to go west, don't go. The alley to the west is a bit evil. Listen to me.

Said there was a ghost inside."

Yun Song looked back and said in surprise: "I just walked from the west, and it was windy at the entrance of the alley, but I didn't see any ghosts."

The old man asked: "How windy is the alley?"

Yun Song said: "The blow made me stagger when I walked, and I almost blew into the alley."

The old man smiled softly and said slowly: "Are you sure it was the wind that almost blew you into the alley instead of something dragging you into the alley?"

Yunsong thought about it for a while.

It was windy and rainy, and there was little difference between holding an umbrella and not having one. In fact, he had already been soaked by the rain.

He had been feeling chilly all along the way, so even though he was cold when he was blown by the draft, he didn't think much about it.

Now after listening to the old man's words, he walked back.

What if there really is a ghost in the alley?

Wouldn’t that be missed?

To be cautious, he turned into a zombie and walked into the alley.

Now that all the hair on his body has disappeared and dragon scales have grown all over his body, he feels that he is not Wuji Mao Zheng now, but should be called Wuji Long Zheng!

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The ground was muddy and full of puddles.

The raindrops made a splashing sound, and the water flowed out of the gutters in the houses on both sides and made a gurgling sound.

The draft remains the same.

This time he didn't resist and was blown directly into the depths of the alley.

The alley is dark.

There is no light.
To be continued...