Chapter 1406: Working in a Fantasy Antique Shop 39
Ling Hong's resentment gradually disappeared, and her expression became confused and helpless.
Revenge...and then what.
Ling Hong slowly raised her head and looked at Ying Wushu and Jinchen who did not stop her from taking revenge.
Ying Wushu said gently: "I pity your suffering, but I cannot redeem your sins."
"You will be sent to hell for trial."
At this moment, Ying Wushu's indifference turned into compassion and he remained calm.
hell……
When people die, they will go to hell.
Ling Hong smiled bitterly, took a few steps towards them, and slowly turned into the most beautiful appearance before death.
Clean and beautiful, without any stain, with slightly thick bangs covering her eyes, making her look a little inferior.
Jinchen looked at her for a few seconds, bit his finger and swore a curse.
The bloody fingertips drew the yin-yang diagram out of thin air.
Open the ghost gate and invite the underworld officials.
"The Imperial Censor of the Northern Emperor, the Great Hero of Fengdu, the Commander-in-Chief of the Mysterious Underworld, the Lord of the Great Demons... I order all the gods to go up to the Heavenly Gate, leave Yu Jue quickly, and descend to my altar, as quickly as the law commands!"
The ghost domain is shaking and black fog is spreading.
A gloomy aura strong enough to freeze a person swept in from the north. The sound of heavy iron chains was heard. It was the Imperial Inspector under the Northern Ghost Emperor who was arresting the ghost messenger.
The ghost-catching agent was tall and thin, with a blood-red word "御" written on the chest of his official uniform that fluttered in the wind, and he was holding an iron chain in his hand.
Only Jinchen, Ying Wushu, and Ling Hong who was about to be taken away could see it.
"Meet the Young Master of Jinmen."
The ghost-binding envoy raised his thin skeleton arm, neither humble nor arrogant. Jinchen nodded, "Thank you."
Then the ghost-binding agent turned around and bowed to Ying Wushu, "Greetings to this young master."
Ying Wushu was stunned at first, and in just a few seconds several thoughts flashed through his mind.
First of all, he didn't like the title.
Secondly, Lingqingdu and the underworld don’t seem to be cooperating.
In the end, Ying Wushu suspected the old man.
"No way, grandpa is really a ghost official?"
The Ghost Envoy leaned forward slightly and said, "You are the Grand Master under the Northern Ghost Emperor, in charge of the punishment records."
Good guy, it’s true.
Ying Wushu hurriedly said, "Please go back and tell Grandfather to take care of himself in the underworld."
Ying Wushu was a little hesitant. Since he was already a ghost, it shouldn't be a problem if he drank a little more.
It’s great to hear news about grandpa.
The deep sorrow that had been pent up in my heart finally dissipated.
[Villain blackening value detected -15! Total 5! 】
Jinchen calmly held Ying Wushu's hand and comforted him silently.
Ying Wushu looked back at him and moved to the side.
"Yes."
The ghost-binding agent stood up and threw chains at the quiet Ling Hong, instantly binding her limbs.
"Grudge Ling Hong, let's go!"
As the ghost gate closed, the black fog dissipated.
The ghost realm created by Ling Hong's Yin energy also collapsed.
Jinchen led a few people back to the top floor. The sun was shining outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, but there were many corpses lying in the hall.
Jinchen: "It's quite spectacular."
Ying Wushu held his forehead with his hand as if in pain, "Now I'm going to have to trouble those police officers again."
"Ugh..." Du Juan couldn't bear it any longer. She turned around and grabbed the wall and retched, then suddenly fainted.
The principal also felt like fainting.
So many lives!
The three Crows looked at each other, covered their hearts and calmed down. They decided not to play anymore. They would never play supernatural games again!
"No Book! Are you in there?"
Luo Qiu knocked on the door. "I've called the police. Are there many bodies?"
Although I don’t know the ins and outs of the matter, based on past experience, there must be a dead body!
Ying Wushu silently opened the door and said, "Quite a lot."
Luo Qiu looked over and his eyes widened.
“…Oh my god.”
No wonder it’s dark! It’s so lively!
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After that, the school comprehensively rectified its school spirit. The police who cooperated with Lingqingdu also attached great importance to this matter and carried out anti-bullying propaganda in major universities for a long time.
Of course, this has nothing to do with the Lingqingdu foursome.
Many days passed, and Lingqingdu was a place where people came and went, and from time to time, they would deal with a few ghost fights and ask Ying Wushu to solve the case. It was a relatively stable place.
Jinchen killed those evil cultivators who caused the whole story to collapse in the original plot, and he did it with ease. From time to time, he cultivated feelings with Ying Wushu, who had not yet decided whether to take the relationship further.
Another day, late autumn was about to end, and there were fewer fallen leaves outside Lingqing Ferry, and most of them were dead branches.
The wind was cold and Ling Gungun was outside the door chasing his new best friend.
My good friend is the Cow Cat who works in the vintage shop across the street. We are pretty crazy together.
After this period of devilish training, Gu Cun and Luo Qiu have come a long way towards becoming half-baked experts, and are now on a business trip with the task of delivering cultural relics to the museum for an exhibition.
"Ow!"
Ling Gungun ran back, shook off the dead branches and leaves from his white fur, and suddenly jumped onto Jinchen's shoulder.
[Host, someone is coming. 】
Jinchen put down the brush. Ying Wushu, who was learning to draw talismans at the side, was puzzled. Just as he was about to ask, he heard several footsteps.
"Little Lord."
He is from Jinmen.
"Come in." Jinchen lazily changed his posture and supported his head, almost leaning on Ying Wushu.
Then five men came in holding wooden boxes. They all had serious expressions and looked like walking ice cubes.
"This is the secret magic weapon you wanted."
The bearded leader put the wooden box away and respectfully clasped his fists towards Ying Wushu, "Boss Lingqingdu, I am honored to meet you."
Ying Wushu stood up and nodded, looking at the five stacked wooden boxes in surprise, and said to Jinchen, "Are there so many?"
"These are more advanced than what I taught you before. Once you have learned them, you can take the Heavenly Master Examination."
Jinchen explained in a gentle voice, and then glanced at the five people who were still standing in the store in a daze.
"Why, I'll drive you back?"
The bearded man said, "Young Master, are you not going back yet?"
Jin Chen lowered his eyes and calculated with his fingertips, then said calmly, "After a while."
"Remember to close the door when you go out."
"……Yes."
The bearded man could only go back and report with this answer.
The door closed. Ling Gungun shook his head and jumped down, then jumped out of the window to play with his newly learned elegant cat steps.
Ying Wushu stood up and stared at Jinchen.
Jinchen was a little confused by his wife's sudden gaze and thought about it.
"If you don't want to learn, you can relax for a while."
"Not because of this."
Ying Wushu's tone was sullen, and he asked him with his eyebrows downcast: "Are you really going back?"
Jinchen's eyebrows twitched slightly, then he leaned back lazily against the counter and nodded.
"Correct."
"But……"
Ying Wushu bit the tip of his tongue, anxiety showing in his usually calm eyes.
"But you promised to teach me 64 spells, and I've only learned the 30th."
Ying Wushu inexplicably started mumbling, staring at Jinchen's softening brows and eyes, and continued speaking.
"I haven't graduated yet, and I don't like to study by myself. You promised me, but you're going to go back on your word again?"
It seems that every sentence is an attempt to retain you, but it misses the point.
The words that Ying Wushu hadn't finished saying were lingering in his throat, and he was so conflicted that he couldn't put them into words.
"Anything else?" Jin Chen asked in a low voice, tenderness hidden in his deep eyes, and then said: "Is this what Wu Shu wanted to say?"
He leaned closer and gently stroked Ying Wushu's earlobe, with a smile on his lips: "These reasons are not very sufficient."
The throbbing in Ying Wushu's heart became more and more obvious.
"besides…"
Ying Wushu raised his hand and grasped the corner of Jinchen's clothes, raised his eyes and looked at him, his clear voice a little unstable.
"I haven't finished what I said last time... yet."
