Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 136

   Chapter 136 Conjuring the Soul...

  Ren Qing discovered that the note was not a task arranged by the Jailer's Hall, but a personal message.

   The Dark Crow can indeed transmit messages, but it needs to consume the Dark Feather.

   His index finger and thumb rubbed the note, and it felt inexplicably oily, as if it had been soaked in oily water for a long time.

  The word "Zhangmu" is written on the paper, but from the edge of the pen, it can be seen that the writing is more forceful.

  Ren Qing recalled for a moment, as if he hadn't seen it since he helped Zhang Mu refine the magic weapon when the big dream forging shop first opened.

   He checked the back of the note.

   As a result, no handwriting was found. Instead, it was filled with disordered lines, and there was no clue at all.

  Ren Qing pinched his temples, and it was reasonable for Zhang Mu to convey information to himself, after all, the other side might recognize fewer jailers.

Is the content of the    note because the situation is too urgent to write clearly?

   It looks like a few months have passed. If it is really a matter of life and death, I am afraid the corpse is already cold.

  Ren Qing sighed helplessly.

   Immediately, he took out Ming Yu, intending to ask the familiar jailer what happened.

   Song Zongwu's words, Ren Qing did not dare to disturb him. After all, he had just been released from prison, and it seemed that he could only find Huang Ziwan.

After the    Ming Feather was lit, the paper strips mixed with it turned into smoke and dust, and a shadow of a ghost crow could be vaguely seen flashing past.

   Ren Qing and Xiao Wu informed and then walked out of the yamen.

  The streets are very festive, with lights everywhere, and there are many children in new clothes chasing and making trouble.

The cries of    vendors can still be heard across the street.

   "Rice cakes, freshly baked rice cakes..."

   "Candy, come and eat candy..."

  Ren Qing felt a little novel. It was the first time he had celebrated the New Year since crossing the road, like returning to the world.

   He ate a special snack and walked loiteringly towards the end of the street.

   On the way, I bought New Year's goods.

  Ren Qing specially went to see the next butcher, but the latter had not seen a red face for a long time, indicating that the business of Luzhu is really good.

  The new store is opened on Hexing Street, which belongs to the territory of the Blood Dog Gang.

  Ren Qing took out the New Year's goods from the prison in his belly. Butcher Zhang had already shrunk into a gap. After receiving the New Year's goods, he couldn't help but ask for warmth.

   "Ah Qing, you are also a fireworker after all. Why do you always have to pick up work out of the city? It's too dangerous."

  Ren Qing glanced at the guys who ran the hall in the store. They all had traces of training the nerve foot meridian on both of their legs. It could be seen that the blood dog gang had placed a lot of people.

   He didn't have much objection to that.

  The Blood Dog Gang allowed Butcher Zhang to do such a big business as an outsider, no one could be completely at ease.

   "Happy New Year, Brother Zhang, but I don't do firework anymore."

  Ren Qing took out the jailer order from his arms, but Butcher Zhang naturally wouldn't recognize it, he just thought it was the duties of different yamen in the yamen.

   But there was a guy with some eyesight, his expression couldn't stop being surprised, and he sprinkled the ground when pouring tea for the guests.

   Ren Qing and Butcher Zhang exchanged a few words, and then left the shop.

   Now that the goal has been achieved, the Blood Dog Gang will no longer need to pay attention, no matter how daring they are, they will not dare to offend the official jailer.

  Ren Qing was going to buy a jar of wine, but saw someone walking towards him quickly.

   He immediately gave birth to something wrong, and the person who came was absolutely extraordinary.

   Ghost Shadow is even more ready to go.

  Ren Qing just wanted to find a place with less people, lest the other party suddenly attack and accidentally hurt the people, but he quickly reacted.

   Huang Ziwan was wearing brocade clothes, and in his hand was a paper fan with mountains and rivers painted on it. The original purple-blue skin was covered with rouge gouache.

   The passers-by are covering their noses, and the smell is too strong.

  Ren Qing saw Huang Ziwan's coquettish appearance, so he couldn't help holding his forehead with his hand.

   Huang Ziwan said skillfully, "Brother Ren, I've been looking for you for a long time. Let's walk around and talk in another place."

  The two walked into a nearby restaurant, and they didn't have to worry too much in the private room.

   After all, with their cultivation in the ghost realm, even if someone wanted to listen, they could easily detect it.

   Huang Ziwan tasted the tea, raised his head and stared at Ren Qing strangely and said, "Is the place in the stomach good?"

   "It's really not bad."

  Ren Qing was telling the truth, but Huang Ziwan's expression showed pity, with a little admiration in his eyes.

   The stomach in the stomach is used to hold prisoners who are alienated out of control. Therefore, many people are talking about discoloration here, including Huang Ziwan.

   Even though Ren Qing had just become an official jailer, he was well-known for walking through his stomach unscathed.

   If Huang Ziwan hadn't received the news from Mingya, he would have thought that the other party would not be able to come out.

   "It's amazing."

   "Old Huang, you look like this..."

  Ren Qing hesitated, to be able to dress up like this on the street, he must have some serious brain disease.

   Huang Ziwan smiled, but he seemed more free and easy: "It's not New Year's Eve, I just took advantage of my free time to stroll around."

   He took a sip of tea, then pointed to the red mark on his neck and said, "As for these rouge gouache, they were all rubbed by Xianghao in Hualou. How is it, the craftsmanship is good, right?"

"Not bad……"

   Ren Qingsan smiled and stared at Huang Ziwan's face, only to feel goosebumps all over his body.

   He quickly changed the subject: "By the way, what happened to Zhang Mu?"

   Huang Ziwan restrained his hilarious smile, frowned and said, "This matter is not just about you, a total of 7,564 people in Xiangxiang received similar notes."

  Ren Qing didn't expect the impact to be so far-reaching, so he couldn't help but took out the note from his arms and carefully looked at the contents on it.

   "Zhang Mu was on a mission to leave the city in early June, and he disappeared after that."

   "What is the mission?"

   "Just escorting some things to Annan Town. In fact, the task is not serious, but he disappeared for no reason."

   Huang Ziwan did not give a specific explanation, it should be related to some secrets of the Jailer Hall.

   "As a result, at the end of July, many people received notes inexplicably. After investigation, it was found that they all had a common feature that they had at least spoken to Zhang Mu."

  Ren Qing asked suspiciously, "All in the way of the Crow?"

   "That's not it."

   "There are different methods, most of which are letters whose origin cannot be traced, or even a note found by someone opening the belly of a fish."

   "It seems that Zhang Mu has entered the restricted area by mistake."

  Ren Qing knows that the power that can break the rules is usually closely related to the restricted area, just like those who have been wiped out by the restricted area.

  There are a lot of strange things in the restricted area, and the ability to form them is so strange that it is difficult to use a note as a clue.

   "The most troublesome thing is that this restricted area has not been found so far."

   Huang Ziwan shook his head helplessly. It would be easier if he knew the approximate location. The Jailer's Hall was better at handling restricted areas.

   "Currently, there are many jailers searching around the official road from Sanxiang City to Annan."

  Ren Qing nodded, and then asked about the follow-up about Heshan Town.

   Huang Ziwan only talked about the calamity caused by Wuweimen, but he didn't mention the blind Daoist, as if he was deliberately concealed by the Jailer Hall.

  Ren Qing couldn't help but be a little worried.

  Blind Taoists have a very high status in Wuwei Taoist Temple, and I am afraid they know a lot of secrets.

  Ren Qing dispelled this guess immediately. The Jailer Hall was very cautious, so it was able to settle down in Xiangxiang.

   Moreover, the Jailer Hall was somewhat aware of the existence of Wuwei Taoist Temple.

   After all, Tian Daozi had contact with the Jailer Hall a long time ago, otherwise it would be impossible to obtain the targeted four Jailer Laws.

  Ren Qing suddenly thought, and had a very strange idea in his mind.

   The situation of the blind Taoist being parasitized by the heavenly worms is similar to that of the land. Could it be related to the next big move of the Jailer Hall?

   Huang Ziwan saw that he was a little absent-minded, and couldn't help but interrupted: "Ren Qing, you should be fine next time, right?"

"What's wrong?"

   Huang Ziwan grinned and said, "Then you are likely to go to Annan Town. There is currently a lack of manpower for a task."

   "Annan Town again?"

   "It has something to do with Zhang Mu's disappearance, but it's not about finding a place in the restricted area, and it's safer to take the official road."

  Ren Qing quickly reacted: "Old Huang, before Zhang Xun disappeared, what did he transport to Annan Town?"

   Huang Ziwan replied mysteriously: "A batch of flower seeds..."

   "Flower seeds?"

  Ren Qing couldn't help being stunned.

  Abi Hell covers the entire Xiangxiang, and the daily supplies and food are exchanged through the prison hall.

   Since it is an important thing, why do you have to **** it?

   Huang Ziwan considered whether to inform Ren Qing.

   Just when he hesitated, a ghost crow passed through the wall of the tea house and landed on Ren Qing's shoulder.

   The Dark Crow was about to explode when the ghost shadow wrapped around his body.

The    flesh and blood was swallowed up by the ghost, and it slowly flowed through Ren Qing's palm, leaving behind a note full of mission descriptions.

   Huang Ziwan's pupils dilated, and he actually mastered another technique...

   is really not afraid of alienation. Ordinary monks usually have to prepare very well to practice magic, at least for several years.

   But he has known Ren Qing for more than half a year, and the other party has not only been promoted to the ghost realm, but also has not lost his mastery of new spells.

   In the future, it will definitely become a bad place.

  Ren Qing checked it, and sure enough, it was about the task of Annan Town, to retrieve a batch of thousands of pounds of flowers and plants.

   He spread his hands and looked at each other.

  Huang Ziwan stopped hiding when he saw this, deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Did you know that there is a flower in the Jailer's Hall named after the other shore?"

   "The other shore flower?"

  Ren Qing is the first time he has heard it, and he has never mentioned it deliberately.

  Huang Ziwan swallowed and said, "If you accidentally lose one of the three souls and seven souls, grinding this flower into powder and smearing it on your forehead can help summon the soul."

   "You mean..."

  Ren Qing's muscles were tense all over. If the role of the other side of the flower is to summon the soul, then the intention of the prison hall must be very obvious.

   At present, there are corpse dog souls, non-poisonous souls, and smelly lung souls in Abi Hell. Although I don't know if they are the souls of Ksitigarbha King, the Jailer Hall obviously wants to perform spiritualism again.

   Huang Ziwan waved his hand: "I didn't say anything, just understand it yourself."

   "The task is to start after the new year, and I can still live a new year."

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   Thanks for the death of the thorn bird, any Ma Chi, Heath iced tea, and book friend 151110073253486 for the reward.

   (end of this chapter)

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