Chapter 12 There is a ghost in the Yamen
After Yang He finished his work, he heard noisy sounds echoing from all directions.
Several police officers on the street patrol had already arrived holding torches.
"Looking at the commotion Song Zhi made earlier, I can only believe half of this person's words. I'm afraid he is not only eating ghosts, but also people."
"It seems that the intestines and stomach of a hungry ghost cannot be kept in the hand to exchange for spiritual vision."
Yang He didn't hesitate at all, and the intestines and stomach in his hand turned into nothing.
【Spiritual Vision: 14.6 points】
He didn't dare to underestimate the government. If he took any chances, he would probably be followed. Besides, there were hungry ghosts everywhere in the main world.
If necessary, you can find a way to get it yourself, such as the golden pine in Heishui Hall.
It is estimated that Jin Song will starve to death within half a year, and the hungry ghost in his body should not be difficult to deal with.
"Let's go, the world of allusions can't just muddle along next time."
Yang He did not use the pupil ghost to avoid the residual Yin Qi. He used his spiritual vision to travel through the streets and alleys, avoiding the police patrolling the streets.
When I got home, the sun was already rising in the sky.
Yang He closed the wooden door of the wing and lay leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.
He realized later that his injuries were serious, with multiple white wounds on his chest, his right arm was swollen, and blood was constantly oozing out.
The Yin Qi that entered the body completely dissipated.
"Compared to the allusion world that dies easily, the main world is really... crispy."
Yang He simply bandaged it, but he didn't even need to pretend to be sick. He was already drowsy while lying on the bed, and fell asleep in a short while.
Tonggui was frightened, but he did not take advantage of Yang He's weakness to attack him.
Yin energy flows through the meridians for a week, suppressing the injury from getting worse.
When Yang He was half asleep and half awake, he heard that old man Yang had already gone out as it was getting dark and shouted that he had left some steamed buns on the stove in the kitchen.
For the next three days, he hardly left the wing.
Old man Yang was busy with the government business, leaving early and returning late every day. However, he never forgot about the children's food, and put it on the stove when it was time.
Yang He was delighted to see this.
Apart from the initial effort to exchange pleasantries with Old Man Yang, he spent the rest of the time concentrating on recuperating from his injuries and tempering his state of mind.
There is no way, since there is no way to prevent falling into the eighteenth level of hell, we can only avoid the danger.
Yang He must get used to the ghosts and monsters around him.
Gradually, his expression became more and more calm. Even when he was lying flat on the bed, there was a lizard-like human-faced ghost on the ceiling.
"Look at me!"
"Look at me!!"
After a long time, the man-faced ghost climbed out of the side room boredly.
Yang He was playing with the lotus seeds in his hand. The shriveled lotus seeds had regained some vitality. It was estimated that they would be replenished in six or seven days.
【Ghost Flower: 1/3 (43%)】
"It takes about ten days to enter and leave the world of allusions, which is not too long or too short."
Yang He secretly considered the objects needed for the third chapter of the allusion world. Compared with the unclear deaths in the first two chapters, the third chapter must be cautious.
………
Before I knew it, the rooster crowed early in the morning on the fourth day.
Oh oh oh~~
Yang He took the lotus seeds into his arms and felt that his injuries were almost healed.
There is no abnormality on the surface of the right arm, but it is slightly inflexible. The other wounds have scabbed and healed, and the three Yang Fires have returned to their full strength.
Although Hitomi never recovered, his physique has changed.
Yang He's recovery speed from his injuries has greatly increased, but his need for food has decreased, and his whole body has a more dusty temperament.
As if exactly as described in the spiritual vision message, he turned into a so-called Qi Refiner.
"It's time to go to the market and buy some living animals to try in the world of allusions."
Yang He walked out of the wing, and the spring breeze in front of him was already bringing warmth.
He frowned slightly and noticed that the shelves in the courtyard were empty, "It's weird, the old man doesn't seem to have purchased fresh vegetables recently."
"Is it related to them? Let's ask the old man about it later."
Yang He raised his head and glanced at Wenqu Xingjun, confirming that Mr. Bigan's body was still strong, turned around, locked the door and left.
The earthen house was not far from the market, and soon he could hear the noise in his ears. I don’t know if it’s an illusion.
Yang He seemed to smell a lingering stench, but he couldn't find the source. Maybe it was the fish offal scattered everywhere in the market.
He submerged into the street, and the thick smoke of fireworks hit his face.
Children gathered around the meat bun stall, holding coins in their hands, waiting for the steamer to come out of the oven.
The waiters at the teahouse were diligent in wooing the guests to introduce new teas, and there were acrobats in front of the door, which attracted continuous applause from others.
The traders noticed Yang He and greeted him warmly.
Yang He never stopped, maybe he would be interested a few days ago.
But now...
His mind was filled with monsters and monsters.
Yang He had a clear purpose and purchased herbs in batches. There were three to four kilograms of licorice alone, as well as miscellaneous mountain herbs.
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【Glycyrrhiza grass】
[After being lit, it can dispel the Yin energy, and after taking it, it can weakly stimulate the Yang fire. 】
All herbs work in the same way, stimulating strong yang energy in a short period of time.
He deliberately did not touch strange objects. On the one hand, ordinary medicinal materials were enough, and on the other hand, he did not want others to notice the weirdness.
Yang He spent all his money and then went to the corner of the market.
This area is specially designated for traders who sell livestock.
He wandered around and found a four-year-old rooster in his hand.
He spent a lot of money to buy dozens of poisonous insects.
"It's a pity that there is no native dog with pure black fur. It is said that it can also ward off evil spirits."
Yang He stopped in front of a stall. The vendor was a woman in her early forties, carrying baskets of civet cats and timidly hawking.
"Old lady, is there a pure black cat?"
"Yes, there is."
The woman hurriedly opened the bamboo basket and found a pure black civet cat that had been weaned for two to three months.
"Look..."
Yang He reached out and took it, and his spiritual vision revealed the black cat's information.
【Civet Cat】
[Due to their pure black fur, tanukis can foresee danger from ghosts. 】
Yang He had a smile on his face. The black cat seemed to be able to detect the ghost pupil's aura, and trembled with his belly exposed, not daring to make any mistakes.
"That's it."
"Even if you can't take it to the world of allusions, it's not bad to stay at home and catch mice."
Yang He asked: "Old lady, how much copper is the civet cat?"
The woman hesitated and asked: "Are you...are you Master Yang Cha's son?"
"Master Chai? No, my father Yang San is Peibai's dish merchant."
"It's Yang San. Your father always takes good care of us. This cat isn't worth a few coins. Take it and repay the kindness."
Yang He was surprised, always feeling something indescribably strange.
Hitomi becomes active.
The woman pointed to the end of the street, "Isn't that Yang San Yang Cha? You two look similar, and I can tell it right away, mother-in-law."
Yang He looked back and saw two detectives walking along the road,
One of them was Zhang Huayue, and the other turned out to be Old Man Yang.
Yang He's head hurt, and the memory of Old Yang as a dishonor became blurred, and he began to feel that his father was indeed a spy.
At this time, the pupil ghost opened in the palm of his hand.
"Hiss..."
The black cat was so frightened that he curled up motionless. Yang He grabbed the copper coin sword in his arms.
Even though it was wrapped with a strip of cloth, the copper coin sword still sent a biting chill, dispelling the inexplicable false memories in his mind.
“There is a ghost in the Yamen!!!”
(End of chapter)