"Are you here to avenge Po Meng?" Anonymous looked at Ye Yi and asked, "It is not what I wanted to kill Po Meng. I'm sorry for her, she will pay when she comes."
Ye Yi shook his head: "You have no afterlife."
The place where the nameless was going was the dead zone. Ye Yi didn’t know what deal he had reached with Chi You, but in the end, Ye Yi knew that he became a soulless ferryman, and he was forever tied to the behemoth of the underworld. On, there is no afterlife.
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"It seems that we can't be kind today." Wuming sighed and squeezed the stick in his hand.
"I don't want to stop you, but I want a drop of your true Arahant blood." Ye Yi explained his intention.
"Okay." Wuming thought for a while, probably knowing what Ye Yi wanted a drop of real Arahant blood for, and simply agreed.
The true blood of Arahants is extremely precious. To this day, Wuming practice has only cultivated three drops of true blood of Arahants. One drop has been consumed against Po Meng, and now he has to consume another drop. This will definitely hurt his vitality, but This is the price he should pay.
"Is it really worth it? Going to the deepest part of the underworld regardless of life and death for a piano." Ye Yi asked back before getting the Arahant's true blood and preparing to leave.
"Value." Wuming replied affirmatively.
"good luck."
Ye Yi said, and flew towards Meng Pozhuang.
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Dark calendar two thousand four hundred and seventy-two calamities
Strong wind from Huangquan
Arhats come by the wind
Kill Mengpo
On the bank of Wangchuan, two figures, one large and one small, were sitting quietly on the bank.
Ye Yi was shrouded in black clothes, holding a fishing rod without a fishing line in his hand, and various spirits in Wangchuan hurriedly passed by under the fishing rod with the current.
The ghosts coming and going roared, struggling, with a terrifying expression on their faces, reaching for the fishing rod in Ye Yi's hand, but they were all bounced off by an invisible barrier.
Sanqi sat next to Ye Yi, drowsy with her cheeks on her back. This scene happened every day, and she looked really bored.
The underworld became more and more chaotic, and the separatist regimes of the various forces gradually became anxious, but Mengpozhuang was still peaceful for the time being.
Because everyone knows that there is a soul angler in the Yellow Springs of Eight Baili. If any ghost is attracted by him, it is really blood mold for eight lifetimes, and there is no chance of being a mosquito in reincarnation.
"Another day without harvest." Ye Yi sat up, his black robe lifted a piece of dust on the ground.
Sanqi raised his hand and waved away the dust, with a happy expression on his face. After sitting here for so long, he could finally go back.
Before leaving, a small gray mist was discharged from Ye Yi's wide cuffs and penetrated into the yellow sand on the bank of Wangchuan.
Ye Yi was not only fishing for the soul, but also obliterating the decadent ash that had entangled him for a long time.
Two hundred and eighty-seven years later
The official Zhao brought a group of people and ghosts in a hurry. As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a stench. A crock pot was knocked over and contained the Mengpo soup that had failed to make Sanqi.
"Where is Po Meng? Where is the evil spirit?" Zhao Li asked the ghosts cowering in the hall.
"Official Zhao, save me."
The voice of Sanqi came from the stairs, and the two evil spirits held Sanqi.
The official Zhao glanced at it and said in a speechless manner: "The knife you put on your neck is the knife you usually use to cut ghosts. These two fools can't kill you at all, you fool."
"Who do you say is the second fool?" one of the evil spirits said unconvincedly.
"If you weren't the second fools, why would you choose to make trouble in Huangquan or Mengpozhuang? All ghosts know that there is a soul angler in Huangquan eight hundred miles, and the soul he likes has never had the chance of reincarnation." Zhao Li said, Then suddenly I remembered something, "No, you two should be safe, because you are too stupid, and he doesn't look down on souls like you."
"I don't care about so many soul anglers. This Meng Po soup smells unbearable how to drink it. This Meng Po still wants to eat us. This is obviously a black shop." The demon headed said.
"Yes." The other evil spirit also echoed.
"You two were Jiangyang thieves before your life. You didn't do anything wrong with murder, robbery and arson. Therefore, there is no chance of reincarnation, so you have to give it to me." Sanqi explained angrily.
"Daniu, I want to make a brave cry from both of us. Today, with a long knife in hand, it's better to go back out of the eight hundred miles of the yellow spring." The evil spirit headed unrepentantly said.
"Okay, little deer." The other ghost agreed.
"Where is your old man?" Zhao Li asked, completely ignoring these two ghosts.
"Go to Wangchuan River to fish for ghosts." Sanqi replied.
"This old black is running to the bank of Wangchuan day by day. Does he still want to catch a drought? I have to deal with everything in Mengpozhuang." Zhao Li muttered.
"Da Niu, come on." The demon headed by Xiao Lu gave orders.
"Good Le."
However, where this little evil spirit was Zhao Li's opponent, he was beaten to death by Zhao Li.
"Don't come here, or I will kill her." Xiaolu held a knife across Sanqi's neck and threatened Zhao Li.
"You dare to be so presumptuous in Mengpozhuang, I don't know the so-called." A melodious voice came.
When the voice fell, a void hand clasped the deer's head, and with a light touch, he directly twisted his head off.
"Who? Who is plotting against me?" The ghost looked around alive after leaving his body.
In an instant, Ye Yi walked in from outside Mengpo Village.
"Old Hei, you came really in time." Zhao Li looked at the black shadow in front of him and said.
"Lao Hei, you are finally back, they want to kill me." When they saw Ye Yi, Sanqi immediately poured bitterness.
Ye Yi stepped out and stepped on the evil spirit that called him a big cow, and directly scattered the spirit he stepped on, seeing the ghosts and ghosts around him in danger.
"Old Hei, let me eat him." Sanqi couldn't wait to be authentic.
"No hurry, I have a more fun way." Ye Yi said in a malicious tone.
"If you want to kill, then kill, if you want to scrape, then scrape." The evil spirit was very tough.
Ye Yi raised his hand to invite a flowerpot, and then planted the ghost head in the flowerpot: "You thought it was light, and you did a lot of evil in your lifetime. Do you think you can cancel it when you die, Sanqi, use your Mengpo soup every day. Water him."
"Good." Sanqi responded readily, which sounded like a good idea.
"Lao Hei, you are as the name suggests. You can think of such a bad idea. It's too ruthless." Zhao said with a thumbs up.
"I am immersed in the enticing fragrance of Meng Po soup every day. It's not as good as everyone's pleasure to be alone. It's time to share my joy with others." Ye Yi's voice came out from under the black robe.
"It's okay, it's okay, all have their own tires, and each of them will find their own mothers!" Zhao Li waved his hand and said to the ghosts who watched the excitement.
Ye Yi looked at the little boy in front of him and thought of something, Chi You told him in the dead zone.
It was really sleepy to give pillows, and when hungry to give buns, Ye Yi raised his mouth slightly, and the praying mantis caught the cicada and the oriole behind.
"Lao Hei, is there any gain from fishing ghosts today?" Zhao Li asked casually.
He had asked this question many times over the years, but Ye Yi answered no.
This time it was the same, Ye Yi shook his head again.