Lin Jiusheng felt a little anxious in his heart, only wishing that the ghost could not see them.
As soon as he came down, he met a ghost and got married, which really made him a little big.
The three of them are standing here, not wanting to see them all.
The black-faced male ghost pulled the horse rope, glanced at a few of them, suddenly saw the clothes they were wearing, and instantly understood.
Only those who go in to paint the world from the sun can wear such bright colors.
The black-faced male ghost fixed his eyes on Gao Qingyuan's body, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Gao Qingyuan is tall and has a nice face. If you take this back, you will definitely feel comfortable.
But in a blink of an eye I saw Wanyue again, which made the black-faced male ghost hesitate. From Wanyue, he could feel that the female ghost's yin spirit was much stronger than that of him. This would have to be dismissed to grab someone. It's still one thing whether you can play.
The more he thought about it, the black-faced male ghost raised his hand and held his fist at Wanyue. He thought in his heart that these ghosts in the sun must have been captured by Wanyue.
"Today is the day of my Jiulang's great rejoicing. I also invite the girl to sit down with me." The black-faced man said with a smile.
While thinking, looking at Gao Qingyuan's figure, and thinking about the bride ghost in the sedan chair, in contrast, the black-faced male ghost instantly felt that the bride ghost was tasteless.
If you change with the female ghost in front of you, she is a female ghost anyway, so what is the use of a female ghost in the sun.
The more he thought about it, the black-faced male ghost became more enthusiastic towards Wanyue and got off the horse directly.
If it weren't for looking at Wan Yue's body that the Yin Qi was heavier than him, he would have just grabbed it.
Wanyue was silent, turned her head and glanced at Lin Jiusheng, letting him decide.
The black-faced male ghost's eyes were a little confused, and he couldn't help but muttered, "Could it be that this little white face is the female ghost's affection!"
If he knew that this black-faced male ghost regarded himself as a little white face, Lin Jiusheng would probably swear.
For a black-faced male ghost, as long as his face is whiter than him, he is a little white face.
"Is the mansion far away?" Lin Jiusheng smiled at the male ghost.
The Red Tongue Ghost grabbed Yuan Qi's soul, and after such a long time, I didn't know where the Red Tongue Ghost went.
Although I know that the red tongue ghost is not very far from the long river, the world in the painting is not
As he saw from outside, the world in this painting is not small, but not big.
If you want to find it hard, ten hours may not be enough.
Lin Jiusheng will ask if it is far from the mansion? If the mansion is too far away, just wave your hand.
"Not far, just ahead." The black-faced ghost smiled and scolded the male ghost next to him, telling him to dismount the horse quickly and leave the horse to me to ride.
The male ghost hurriedly got off the horse, and Lin Jiusheng was naturally more respectful than obedient, and sat on the paper horse.
Sitting down with this butt, he almost sat on the paper horse to death. The yang energy on his body was too heavy. Lin Jiusheng quickly got off his horse and let Wan Yue sit on it.
While walking, the black-faced male ghost looked at Gao Qingyuan from time to time, and the more he looked down, a look of greed appeared on his face.
For a while, Gao Qingyuan was trembling with fright, and she got close to Sun Zhou.
Sun Zhou wanted to exhale for Gao Qingyuan, but before he could speak, he was stared at by the black-faced male ghost, scared him to shrink his neck and completely turned into a tortoise with a shrunken head.
For a while, Gao Qingyuan was angry and helpless. When she was outside, she bragged all day about how good she was, and why she has become an embarrassment now.
Along the way, Lin Jiusheng chatted with the black-faced male ghost for a while, and learned that the black-faced male ghost was named Wang Jiulang.
Among them, Lin Jiusheng even asked about the origin of this painting, and the black-faced male ghosts told him all about it.
This painting was painted by a master of Yin and Yang during the Song Dynasty. He moved some hands and feet in the painting, and went to some places with heavier yin, and grabbed some ghosts and put them in the painting.
Among the ghosts caught, there were black-faced male ghosts.
The ghost went into the painting, and it took hundreds of years.
"Then why don't you go out?" Lin Jiusheng asked.
Hearing Lin Jiusheng's words, the black-faced male ghost sighed heavily, his expression very helpless.
"I want to go out too, but we can't go out. The old way made some hands and feet on us. Once the soul goes out to paint, it will be scattered." The black-faced man shook his head. He wanted to go out very early. As soon as he saw those ghosts go out, his soul flew away.
The longer he stays, he feels that it’s not bad to stay here, plus he comes in early and has the ability
More powerful than some ghosts.
Lin Jiusheng pretended to be surprised: "Then why I saw a red-tongued ghost who could go out of the world in the painting, and also captured a living soul."
Hearing Lin Jiusheng’s words, the black-faced ghosts were a little bigger, and he smiled helplessly: “The red-tongued ghost is the first ghost to break through the taboo of the old way and rush out of the world in the painting without being frightened.”
"Do you know Brother Jiulang, where is the position of the Red Tongue Ghost?" Lin Jiusheng asked tentatively.
The black face frowned tightly, but he still said, "I know."
After saying this, the black-faced male ghost pointed to the front and said: "Several people, the front is my mansion."
Lin Jiusheng also wanted to follow the black-faced male ghost's words, who knew that this guy suddenly changed the subject and glanced in front of him.
There is indeed a mansion in front. This mansion is quite big. There are some ghosts guarding the buildings of the Song Dynasty.
The clothes these ghosts wore were the same as the clothes of modern people, but the clothes became tattered.
As soon as they saw the black-faced male ghosts coming, these ghosts quickly got up and walked towards the front.
"Master, you are here!" a twenty-five-year-old male ghost laughed, and pulled the rope of the paper horse.
"Yeah!" The black-faced male ghost nodded in a deep voice and said.
"Is this the ghost your master caught back?" The male ghost pointed at Lin Jiusheng and the others and said, especially when he saw Gao Qingyuan, he couldn't help licking his lips, looking very trivial.
This scene was seen by the black-faced male ghost, the whole face became darker, raised the whip in his hand, and hit the male ghost fiercely.
"You don't really have eyes as a slave! This is Young Master Lin, this is Miss Wanyue, and that is the slave in your mouth!" The black-faced man yelled coldly.
These few whips went down, the male ghost screamed, and his body hit the ground several times.
Lin Jiusheng suddenly understood in his heart, no wonder the black-faced male ghosts said that they were Wanyue's servants. It turns out that once modern ghosts are caught, they will be enslaved by the old ghosts in the world in the painting.
Looking at the ghosts in the mansion, these ghost servants are all modern ghosts, working carefully one by one, especially when watching male ghosts get beaten, these ghosts even dare not speak.
(End of this chapter)