Chapter 94: Goblin Feeding Guide

In fact, it is not exactly the commander of the Yinshan Ming who wants to it, but the mystery of the mysterious division to the commander of the Yin.
He did not mean to provoke the meaning of the ghost prisoner. He just saw the "ghost" around him and he wanted to catch the smelt into his own instrument. It was just that the thing was so unfortunate that the one he saw was only "Ghost" is the avatar of the director of the ghost prison, attacking the shadow, it is equivalent to attacking the sinister commander as the representative of the ghost prisoner!
He Wei looked at the young man who was pale and looked very weak in front of him. He suddenly asked, "Are you Fu Chenhua?"
After knowing the contents of the man’s official business, he briefly checked the information about paying the family, and he also had some understanding of the current situation of the family. Naturally, he also knew that there was a very talented person in the younger generation. character.
The opposite face of the youth has calmed down again, and his tone of sight is not humble: "Yes."
This is a good seedling. Not only is there a talent, but after contact, you can see that the heart is also good. In time, you will be able to become a big tool and occupy a place in the metaphysics.
Unfortunately, I was born to pay for the family.
The decline of the family has been unstoppable, and the foundations accumulated by the ancestors have already been consumed by most of them. The juniors are generally qualified, and those who have no color other than Fu Chenhua are even more embarrassed than the previous generation. It can be foreseen that after Fu Chenhua inherits the position of the patriarch, it will be seriously affected by the family.
However, these have nothing to do with him. He is only a pity, and there is not so much sympathy for the family to help.
There are fixed numbers of causal reincarnation. From time to time, no country or family has been able to prosper, and the family has been strong for nearly a thousand years, and it is time to go downhill.
However, he said a short sentence to the man, and his hand was secretly tightened by the man. He was somewhat helpless in his heart. He did not talk to him after he nodded to Fu Chenhua, but came to the bed with the man's footsteps.
The middle-aged man lying on the bed looks blue, because he has just taken some blood from Fu Chenhua. It is already a sigh of sorrow. Even if they don’t come today, they will count on this person and they will live in January. period.
The man raised the free hand and smacked it over the middle-aged man’s celestial cover. He gently raised it up. A dark gray translucent long shadow was drilled from his forehead. This long shadow can be vaguely It can be seen that it is a human form, but it seems to be blurred because of the unstable soul. When the edge of the soul is condensed, it will spread like the next second.
The soul of a person is divided into colors. The more pure and transparent the soul is, the more white the sin is. The deeper the sin is, the deeper the color is. The people in the world are less good, the people of the evil are individual, and the souls of most people are drawn out. They are all light gray, and some people who do more bad things will have a dark gray like the soul of Fu Shanming.
If he didn't want to interfere with the man's office, he wanted to take his hand out of the man's hand. As a result, the man didn't mean to let go of his hand. He just did this with his fingers and completed the series with one hand.
He Wei: "..."
Fu Chenhua was completely unable to see the movements of the two men in front of him, and placed his eyes on his uncle's soul, quietly shrinking to serve as a qualified background board.
He was also calm, knowing that he was unable to change anything, but with a hint of curiosity, to observe how the sinister should punish his uncle.
Although the judgment of the ghost prisoner is well-known in the metaphysics, most of the process is carried out in hell. Very few people in the Yangshi have seen the scene of the gentry of the ghost prisoner. This opportunity for watching is also an opportunity. Can't ask for it.
The man's fingertips smacked a black smudge, as a small snake flexibly penetrated into the dark gray body, rudely reading his memory.
The soul of Fu Shanming was distorted for a moment because of the pain. The man’s twilight suddenly became deep and deep, and there was no more light in his eyes. All the good and bad things that the ghosts were born in front of when they were born were turned into a frame of pictures, and the innocent flashes from his eyes.
Although these memory pictures are too fast, but he is standing beside the man, his mental strength is connected with men, and he still snoops into some fragments.
As the saying goes, often walk by the river, how can we not wet shoes.
The bad things that Fushan has done can be far more than the intention of blinding the secrets and robbing the black shadows. It’s just that those things are not big. He has a lot of implements, so he has been lucky enough to go so far, and now he finally got the iron. It’s a sin to deserve to be liquidated on the board.
However, in just a few seconds, Xuan Qi read the life of Fu Shanming. He then reached out and grabbed it. The black gas was drilled out from the body of Fu Shanming and turned into a slender pen. A few black lacquered words were engraved on the dark gray body.
Every moment, the soul of Fu Shanming will be twitched silently, as if he is suffering from great pain.
That string of text is very weird. Fu Chenhua is also grown up in a scholarly family, but he can't tell the meaning of these words, and the words seem to carry untouchable taboos. Just looking at his eyes made him tingle and turbulent, and had to look away.
He closed his eyes and adjusted for a moment, only to feel that the gods were barely stable.
When he reopened his eyes, he saw that the black shadow had turned into a dark chain, and he would continue to struggle with a twisted body of souls, following a crack in the air that did not know when there was a black light. The ground was stuffed in.
After the disappearance of Fu Shanming’s soul, the young man in the black man’s gesture of tenacity with a strong possession gesture glanced at him with a smile. In the next second, the two disappeared out of thin air. In front of him.
The cold pressure in the house also dissipated.
In the meantime, Fu Chenhua suddenly felt that just experienced an illusion.
He stood in the same place for a few seconds before he hurried to the bed and leaned over to see.
His uncle was lying in bed quietly, his body was not ups and downs, and the lack of vitality in his face disappeared completely, and his life was cut off.
After death, the blood cells of the body will also quickly rise and fall, so the effect of the dead blood on the practice is much less than that of the living blood.
Fortunately... Before the two people came, he took some blood from Fu Shanming.
He straightened up, tightened the porcelain bottle in his hand and strode toward the door.
Unexpectedly outside the house, there was no difference between him and before he entered. The guardian saw him and said hello to him respectfully, "Young Master."
Fu Chenhua cautiously put a ban on the door, with a hint of dignity in his eyes, and told the guard: "Look at this place, no one except me and the patriarch will come in half an hour."
The guards were unclear, so they sighed and said: "Yes."
Although I don't understand why Fu Chenhua gave this order, he is a small patriarch. The rights in the family are still very large, second only to the patriarch. Since he has given orders, they only have the truth.
The guards stood in the same place and watched the white background of the young patriarchs rushing to the front of the courtyard. It was a faint feeling that the day when the family was not calm could have turned over again.
This office is very easy, plus the time spent back and forth, it took about half an hour to complete the process, less than eleven o'clock, there is still a period of time from lunch.
So after paying for the family, He Wei decided to take the object to complete the plan that was not completed last night because of the "accident".
Buy mobile phones, computers, and clothes that you can watch.
The clothes of Han Zikai are too old, and many of them have been washed. The color has changed. Although he does not pursue luxury in clothing, food and shelter, he does not want to be too wronged in the case of financial ability.
The location of Fujia’s old house is close to the suburbs of the city. Anyway, there is no hurry to hurry. The two directly take the subway and get ready to get off at the mall in the city center.
It is not the peak period of work, and they are the subway from the starting point. There are not many people. Only two or three people in a carriage sit sparsely.
He Wei sat in his seat and held a mobile phone there to brush the metaphysical forum.
This forum is very lively, including a variety of strange types of posts such as popular science research and tears, although the total traffic is not large, but the user participation is very high, thousands of high-rise buildings can be seen everywhere, the home page will have a refresh every time Change.
He Wei’s post is very complicated. Almost all kinds of types will go in and look at it. The metaphysical world is a strange world that he has never seen before. He has just touched a little bit of people in the metaphysical world through Xuanqi. Things, there is still great interest in this unknown area.
Xuanqi sat on his right hand, his legs slightly open, and he did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The left leg of the chilly suit pants was put on his right leg.
He looked down at his eyes and saw through his careful thoughts. He didn't say anything, didn't move his legs away, and continued to indulge in brushing.
It’s just that the man saw him silently indulging his closeness, and his courage was fat. He just brushed his head for five minutes and felt that his left shoulder was sinking. When the probe looked, the man’s body was slightly leaning back, his eyes calmly falling. On the ground, turn the long arm across the back of the chair and loosely put it on his shoulder.
He Wei: "..."
This guy is really the essence of the inch.
He turned helplessly and wanted to let the man converge: "You..."
Although it is just a small move on the shoulders, it is, after all, on the public site, not to say anything else. It is not good to teach bad children.
The darkness of Xuanqi is very deep, and the looks are also biased toward sharpness. However, when looking down at him, the darkness in the eyes is so soft and supple, with a hint of inconspicuous love, even with even the five senses. It has been softened a lot.
He Wei looked at the two people's thick and long eyelashes, which were particularly obvious because of their eyes. The words of reprimanding were contained in the tip of the tongue, and suddenly they could not be said.
Forget it, anyway, it is to take up the shoulders. Now many of the friends who have a good relationship are often backed up, not too bad.
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