A Guest in a Ghost House

Chapter 110: Ten generations of love in exchange for your sword piercing the heart 11

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"Interesting" Sister Hua walked to the huge pot that had been turned over on the ground step by step, looked at the residue on the ground, her expression became very strange, and when the mysterious man walked beside him, she whispered to the mysterious man Speaking of which, the two of them pointed at the debris on the ground from time to time.

I also walked over, glanced at the debris on the ground, and asked strangely, "What is this?"

Yan'er finally woke up from the rage, looked at the residue on the ground and let out a "huh", then wondered: "Could it be, could it be this?"

Yan'er didn't say anything, it seemed that she was not sure, Lulu stepped forward, kicked some debris away, with a surprised expression on her face.

I was completely confused, and it seemed that Wu Jian and Huang Xiaolong didn't know either. Just as I was about to ask again, Little Bell shook Yan'er's hand: "Sister Yan'er, what is this?"

Yan'er shook her head, with confusion in her eyes, she said: "Probably not."

"This is soul nourishing soup." Lulu carefully observed the residue on the ground, and then affirmed.

"Soul nourishing soup, how is this possible?" Yan'er covered her mouth and screamed in disbelief.

Soul nourishing soup, what is it? I've never heard of this name, but literally it should be a good tonic for ghosts, and it's probably worth a lot of money to see the performance of the girls.

"This is soul nourishing soup?" Huang Xiaolong was a bit suspicious.

"Do you know what this is?" I saw that Huang Xiaolong seemed to know, so I asked.

Huang Xiaolong nodded and said, "I've heard of nourishing soul soup, but I don't know if this is it?"

"Whether it is or not, first tell me what is soul nourishing soup?" Wu Jian is only familiar with Huang Xiaolong here, so naturally he can only ask Huang Xiaolong.

"Yangsoul Soup is not something from our yang world, but from the underworld. Legend has it that it was made by Po Meng, and it is exclusively for ghosts in the underworld, and only high-level ghosts like black and white impermanence are qualified. It shouldn't be, how could Yanghun Soup be?" Appearing in the yang world, not to mention only Po Meng knows how to cook, even the ingredients are all from the underworld." Huang Xiaolong explained, and then shook his head with an expression of disbelief.

The underworld and Po Meng, although I have come into contact with a lot of ghosts, I still don't know anything about the underworld, and I have only heard about Po Meng in some myths and legends.

"This place is getting more and more interesting." Sister Hua said, "It's a pity about this soup."

"Is this really soul nourishing soup?" Huang Xiaolong still couldn't believe it.

Sister Hua nodded and said, "It's really soul nourishing soup. As for why it appeared here, let's ask this friend."

Sister Hua smiled and looked in one direction. I was shocked, and then I looked over, and saw an old man with white hair and beard appearing at some point beside the tree house, looking at the soul nourishing soup on the ground with a painful expression.

This is a human being. After staying in the ghost building for so long, I can basically tell the difference between a human and a ghost. Besides, this old man is so angry that his nose is about to smoke. No matter how he looks at it, he is also a person. I have never heard of it The ghost will still be gasping for breath.

"You, you, you, you, you are, what, what, people." The old man pointed at Wu Jian and me with trembling fingers, and he couldn't speak clearly.

I glanced at Sister Hua who was standing a little far away from me and the huge monster, and couldn't help but patted my head. Could this old man see ghosts? Even if he couldn't see ghosts, he could always see the huge monster possessed by the man in long gown.

"Don't look at that little bug. I'm not afraid. Who are you guys?" The old man finally got his breath back, and his words became more coherent.

Could it be that this old man really can't see ghosts, so what happened to the soul nourishing soup

Wu Jian took a step forward, took out his police officer's card and said, "I'm a policeman, who are you?"

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "It turns out that they are from the government, but the people from the government can overturn my soup, I tell you, even if the emperor stands in front of me now, it is useless."

Emperor, I slandered in my heart, this old man is quite interesting, the emperor has come out.

Huang Xiaolong, who had been silent all this time, took a few steps forward with an excited and suspicious expression, looked at the old man carefully, and then began to undress.

What kind of divine reaction is this? If you don't agree with me, you will take off your clothes. Let alone me, even the old man on the opposite side is stunned, his lips tremble, and his face is ashen.

Wu Jian pulled Huang Xiaolong and said, "What are you doing? Paying for the soup with your body?"

Huang Xiaolong ignored Wu Jian's joke, pulled Wu Jian's hand away, and continued to take off.

Lulu spat softly, walked to my side and said, "What is this for?"

I shook my head and said with a puzzled face: "I don't know either, maybe it's his hobby."

Lulu spat again, her face turned slightly red, and she turned her head away.

Because Huang Xiaolong was already taking off his belt. Damn, I hurried forward a few steps and held down Huang Xiaolong's hand. Brother, there are a group of female ghosts here. If you play hooligans like this, what should I do if any female ghost goes berserk? It is estimated that Wu Jian and I will be directly pitted into scum.

Huang Xiaolong looked at me suspiciously, and then said: "What are you doing, I won't take off my pants, the clothes are too tight."

Uh, that's right, I let go subconsciously, and then felt something was wrong. Although the reaction to undressing was less, it didn't seem too good.

Thinking like this, I wanted to press Huang Xiaolong's hand again, who knew that he was so fast this time, he took off his clothes directly, and I pressed it on his stomach, making his hand greasy.

"Is your surname Huang or Long?" The old man on the opposite side suddenly said, with excitement in his tone.

"My surname is Huang." Huang Xiaolong was also very excited, walking quickly towards the old man.

Wu Jian and I looked at each other, we were a little puzzled, is this the rhythm of recognizing relatives

Huang Xiaolong walked to the place where the old man was less than a few steps away. The old man took a look at the nourishing soul soup on the ground, then bent down, took off the cloth shoes with exposed toes from his feet, and then waved at Huang Xiaolong like this.

"Let you upset my soup."

Huang Xiaolong was a little dazed by the sudden blow, he was hit on the head, and then he came to his senses, covered his head with his hands, fled, and shouted as he ran, "It's not me."

The old man showed a very strong physical fitness, which was far beyond what Huang Xiaolong could match. No matter how he tried to escape, the cloth shoes in the old man's hands could always hit him accurately.

"What are you doing?" I yelled, and was about to go up to help, but was grabbed by Wu Jian.

"Don't move, it should be Huang Xiaolong's elder."

I stopped and looked at the two people who were chasing and beating each other. Indeed, judging from the performance of the two people, the two people are definitely related, and it should be the kind of relationship Wu Jian said.