Chapter 57 Goodwill and the Inheritance of the Evil One


Chapter 57: Goodwill and the inheritance of evildoers

After laughing, Fang Mulian looked at Old Zheng Heiyin Shen in the oil pan. His expression gradually became numb, and he looked around with some fear.

The man's mouth was trembling, he looked around blankly, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, making him want to drop everything and run away home quickly.

But today, in the midst of great sorrow and great joy, Fang Mulian's state of mind was extremely different from before.

And now that he had killed someone, or an alchemist, he couldn't go home and implicate his mother.

Suddenly, Zheng Laohei in the oil pan was still calling with his last strength:

"Disciple, please spare my life...I am willing to give everything to you, spare my life, oh oh oh oh."

This animal was crying endlessly.

Hearing Zheng Laohei's begging for mercy, Fang Mulian regained her energy and her eyes lit up.

However, he did not talk to Zheng Laohei, but buried his head in the oil pan, frying Zheng Laohei's yin god easily.

The Yin Shen of this animal suddenly had only its last breath left, and was on the verge of dementia.

Fang Mulian took a ghost jar and sealed Zheng Laohei into the jar.

At this moment, Zheng Laohei, or Zheng Laogui, after entering the jar, sometimes laughed secretly and sometimes burst into tears. He could not even recognize that Fang Mulian was his murderous enemy.

Fang Mulian took it and headed towards the front hall of the ghost shop.

He placed Zheng Laohei on the counter, closed the ghost shop neatly, and sealed every door panel.

In the meantime, the two lantern monsters saw that he had closed the door early, and immediately shouted loudly and complained: "It's closed, it's closed!"

"Boss, this guy has closed early."

When Fang Mulian heard this, a wave of hatred appeared on her face again, and she instantly remembered that these two dead objects had been able to bully him in the past five years.

Usually when his mother came over, the two lantern monsters were also mean and mean, and even mocked his mother as a "whore".

What made Fang Mulian even more secretly resentful was that now he knew that the mocking words of these two lantern monsters actually meant something.

With a bang, Fang Mulian immediately took the two lantern monsters off the eaves outside the store and threw them to the ground.

"Rebel, rebel."

The two lantern monsters shouted loudly.

However, their faces were not panicked, but instead they were smiling, as if they were having fun:

"You're dead, you're dead! Boss, come on, come on."

Phew! When Fang Mulian heard this, she was not afraid at all. She raised her foot and stepped on them, crushing these two bitches hard, breaking them, and making holes.

Their bodies were broken, and now the two lantern monsters also panicked, shouting in horror:

"Boss, help me, boss, help me!"

"Zheng Heizi, help!"

Hee hee hee!

At this moment, Zheng Laohei's wry smile came from the jar on the counter, and the other party also cried: "Help me, help me."

The two lantern monsters were stunned for a moment, then burst into tears:

"It's over, it's over!", "The boss is dead, just like us."

Their shriveled bodies rolled like bones, and they actually sprouted little hands and feet. They spit out red tongues with words written on them. One said "Guest Good Luck" and the other said "Entry and Safety". They rolled their tongues around Fang Mulian's hands and feet, trying to wrap them up. Fang Mulian was trapped.

But Fang Mulian used both hands hard, and the ghost energy surged from her body. With a tearing sound, she tore off their tongues, stepped forward again, and trampled the two ghosts to pieces.

They were completely turned into a pile of broken wood and scraps of paper, and they could only lie on the ground sighing and crickets in a low voice.

The crazy and weak Zheng Laohei Yin Shen heard the movement outside in the ghost jar, and continued to cry and laugh: "It's fun, it's fun... wuwu, I'm so miserable!"

Fang Mulian crushed two lantern monsters under her feet. She was not in a hurry to take them out and burn them, but planned to use them to burn Zheng Laohei's Yinshen later.

This kind of "firewood" that contains ghosts in itself burns extremely vigorously and is the best fuel for cultivating ghosts and gods. In the past, Fang Mulian did not dare to use it too much.

Immediately, Fang Mulian was rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the front hall, looking for things expectantly and excitedly.

The front hall is where Zheng Laohei prepares fried ghosts. All fried ghosts will complete the next process here before being sold to the market.

At this moment, Fang Mulian wanted to find the clues of the other party's preparation of fried ghosts, the refining notes, etc., so she thought about it here and tried to use Zheng Laohei's Yin Shen to conduct a real refining.

If he could succeed, he would be able to fulfill his long-cherished wish in this life and become a real alchemist for once!

The clanging sound kept sounding.

To Fang Mulian's disappointment, he only found a bunch of accounts under the counter, on the bookcases in the front hall, and on the shelves of medicinal materials, as well as many lists of medicinal and ghost materials, low-grade erotic novels, and even a bunch of horns. Sir and other tools.

He looked through several of the books, but couldn't find any folders.

Suddenly, Fang Mulian slumped against the medicine shelf and sat slumped in front of the counter.

He was disappointed for a while, and then he took down Zheng Laohei's ghost jar, with murderous intent in his eyes, and planned to get rid of it completely.

But suddenly.

Zheng Laohei's Yin Shen may have sensed the murderous intention, but his Yin Shen actually woke up and shouted in panic: "Don't kill, don't kill! There is a treasure in the audience."

Fang Mulian was stunned, immediately put the jar aside and overturned the counter.

He first touched the floor tiles under the counter for a long time, and spent a lot of effort to pull out a few bricks, but found nothing.

The floor where the counter is placed is solid and there are no cellars or hidden compartments.

"When a person is about to die, his words are also kind." Fang Mulian said to himself in his heart:

"The book says that people can't hide things after they become ghosts. Many immortal families would rather die together than have their souls searched for, and even the whole family would be forced to question... …”

Zheng Laohei is already a dead soul. He was taken care of by Fang Mulian, so what he said should be true.

Suddenly, Fang Mulian's eyes turned to the counter, and her heart moved. She immediately stepped forward and knocked on the solid wood counter, looking for a mechanism. After tapping for a while.

Fang Mulian was stunned. He stood up quickly, took out an ax from the backyard, and chopped down the counter with a thud.

The sound of cracking sounded rhythmically in the store. When Zheng Laohei heard it, he groaned miserably:

"Woooo! It's made of red sandalwood. It's expensive. Don't smash it. Don't smash it."

The huge solid wood counter was split open by Fang Mulian with brute force and chopped into pieces.

He rummaged through it, and sure enough, he found a sandwich and a bunch of broken mechanisms in a piece of wood one finger thick.

On the mezzanine are the real accounts of the ghost shop, as well as Zheng Laohei's alchemy notes. The handwriting on them is like a chicken scratch, scrawled, and briefly or in detail some things that happened during the alchemy.

In addition, mixed with the notes was a silk book that was neither cotton nor silk. It looked a bit like human skin or sheepskin. It was cool to the touch, like an ice cube, and could absorb heat.

Fang Mulian looked excited. His eyes widened. He opened Zheng Laohei's refining notes and looked through them carefully.

Although the Alchemy Note is not a book passed down by the alchemist, it is a book in which the alchemist records each refining experience worth recording in order to improve his skills, and uses it as a book for reflection and reflection.

All alchemists in the world will basically have a book like this that they carry with them.

Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!

In addition to recording the refining process, it also records many anecdotes, rare medicinal materials, etc.

The same is true for Zheng Laohei's notebook.

Fang Mulian read between the lines and quickly figured out what the second step of refining was after frying the ghosts and gods.

In the dark ghost shop, he leaned against the wall, his eyes suddenly enlightened and quite unbelievable.

"It's so simple?"

Fang Mulian's face was twisted between crying and smiling, trying to endure it, but finally she hugged her notes and burst into tears again.

At this moment, he clearly knows the method of refining water and fire, and after frying ghosts, he can use wine, vinegar, sugar and other objects to pickle and fry the ghosts, repair their ghost bodies, and do this repeatedly, so that they can be completely dissolved. Ghosts and evil thoughts erase consciousness.

After understanding this, Fang Mulian no longer needed to look at the notes. He thought that he only needed to follow the medicinal materials on it and mix the soup for soaking the ghosts, and then he could get started on his own.

"Master, you did such a terrible job of hiding it from me. It's so simple..."

After crying for a while, Fang Mulian's eyes suddenly became dazed again. He suddenly opened the notebook and stared at the wine, vinegar, sugar and other decoctions on it.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled that when Yu Que was still in the store, he had complained about Zheng Laohei with him.

And in Yu Que's complaints, there was suspicion, or ridicule, inside and out, that the last step of the training that Zheng Laohei concealed might be nothing at all.

Especially before Yu Que left, he told Fang Mulian in a profound way that in addition to using the urn to contain ghosts, he could also occasionally use the wine jars, sugar jars and other things in the store to contain ghosts and gods. Anyway, there were a lot of these things in the store. , if you don’t use it, it will be in vain.

At first, Fang Mulian only thought that Yu Que was saying that the grapes were sour because he couldn't eat them, and that he was hinting that he could secretly sell the ghost jars, sugar and wine and other items in the store to line his own pockets.

Now that Fang Mulian thought about it carefully, she suddenly became enlightened.

Yu Que's words were obviously hinting to him that the refining after the fire method is the water method, which is not difficult. You can try using wine, vinegar, and sugar as medicine!

In a ghost shop.

Fang Mulian held Zheng Laohei's refining notes tightly, feeling mixed emotions.

He didn't hate Yu Que for not pointing it out directly in the first place. He just hated that he was so stupid that he didn't even understand so many hints and reminders.

However, Fang Mulian thought about it for a while, then suddenly closed her eyes again and relaxed.

Even if he understands the words clearly and reaches the final step of cultivation early, what's the use?

He has been working in the store for four or five years and has long since run out of gas. It is of no use to quit three or four months in advance.

In desperation, Fang Mulian spread out the other silk book, intending to see what rare things were written on it.

"Hey!"

As a result, when he looked at it, his eyes suddenly burst into light, his eyes brightened, and he gave birth to a little bit of life.

Reading through the contents of the silk book, Fang Mulian's face showed tangle and hesitation, and there was also a hint of ferocity.

I saw twisted bloody words written on this silk book, which made me dizzy just by looking at it.

What is recorded above is not the magic method of the immortal family, but the secret technique of a ghost family full of ghosts, which is suspected to come from witches and ghosts outside the city.

This technique is called "walking the yin". It is not a method to restrain family gods or to refine ghosts and gods, but a method to refine living people.

Fang Mulian's lips trembled as she muttered the above content:

"People who have access to yin, the yin comes in and out, the yang comes in and out, the body retains yang, and the soul returns to its yin... Searching for ghosts and selling vitality, they are called 'people with ghosts sending yin'."

According to the introduction in the silk book, by practicing this method, people can carry ghosts and sell ghosts, look like human ghosts, walk in the mountains and fields, communicate with the ghosts and spirits in the wild, and communicate whether they are present or not... And those who do this will be They are called "living ghosts" and "travelers".

One of the benefits of being a yin trader is that you can buy the "life" of others in order to live your own life!

Fang Mulian thought of something and hurriedly flipped through the refining notes. She quickly determined that Zheng Laohei had discovered this technique because he wanted to be prepared and use this method to extend his life.

In an instant, Fang Mulian held the silk book in her arms, with a look of joy on her face.

He turned his head sharply to look at Zheng Laohei's yin god, his eyes suddenly showed greed, covetousness, and cruelty...

At the same time, on the other side.

When Yu Que and others drove to the wild, the third level of the ghost test they faced happened to be related to walking in the dark.

(End of chapter)

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