190, cooperation between rivals

The small spoon made a crisp sound in the medicine bowl.

"...Alas, so I said that you two are both dishonesty people and deserve it." Youci sighed while stirring the hot medicine.

Huang Qi went back and half lay on the wooden board** in Meng Po's hut and couldn't move. Half an hour ago, he was severely beaten by Zhu Jin and almost died. Fortunately, Zhu Jin realized that he was wrong and immediately rescued him. He separated the little remaining demon power to repair the damaged organs for him, and quickly called You Ci. Help to save him.

Although you are ready to die when you come, don't die in this way.

Meng Po was good at Qihuang's way of life, and there were many rare herbs in hell. If you drink this bowl of healing medicine, you will be fine after a day or two.

Youci blew the cold medicine and raised a spoon to feed it. Huang Qi panicked and stretched out her hand to take it: "I can drink it myself." Youci did not force himself. Looking at him after drinking the medicine, he said, "I'll ask him to come in. You spread out your words and don't suspect each other. It's difficult to do in the middle, and you are also hurt yourself."

Huang Qi nodded back, and Youci took the empty bowl and went out. After a while, Zhujin walked in with an extremely unnatural expression on her face.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you before," Zhujin was so uncomfortable that she grabbed her scalp in one hand and rubbed her red hair in a mess. "I'm too impulsive to do it without asking clearly. I'm sorry."

Huang Qi listened to his apology blankly and said coldly, "That day on the rooftop of Zhongshan Hospital, you said that if you were not there one day, you wanted me to take good care of Xiao Tangtang."

Zhujin's eyebrows moved. I don't know what he was going to say, and it's not good to get angry again after he accidentally knocked him down, so he had to hum: "I've said..."

"The premise of this sentence is that you are not here," Huang Qi touched half of her swollen cheeks and said something leaky. "Since you are fine, it's not my turn to take care of her or anything. I'm not your opponent when fighting. I still know this. What's more, in Xiaotangtang's heart, I'm just a good friend and will always be a good friend.

Zhujin stood silently for a while and finally said sincerely: "I'm serious, I'm sorry."

Huang Qi replied, "I was beaten by you for nothing. Can you promise me something?"

"What's the matter, say it."

"T be nice to her and stop losing your temper with her."

Zhu Jin took a deep breath, mixed feelings, and nodded vigorously: "Ok, I will definitely do it. No matter what happens, no matter how unhappy I am, I won't lose my temper with her."

Huang Qi seemed to have put down a big stone in her heart and smiled comfortably, and then said, "Mang Po told me that today is the day she will go to pick the flowers of Wangchuan. After dark, she will go on the road. We will follow her, and she will take us to the place where the flowers will grow. As for whether we can pick them and whether we can come out alive after picking them, It depends on the creation."

"We?" Zhujin looked at him suspiciously, "Are you going too?"

Huang Qi replied as a matter of course, "Of course, I'm an yin and yang master. It's my specialty to deal with fierce ghosts. I can still help more or less!"

Zhujin's expression was entangled: "But you..." I really lifted a stone and hit my foot. The only person who could help was beaten by himself and couldn't get up.

Huang Qi was very generous. She didn't take the opportunity to sarcise, but just pulled on the quilt and lay down: "I should be able to go down to the ground until the evening, and I will take the holiday tomorrow. I don't want to delay and can't go back to class."

Zhu Jin stood in the room for a while before saying, "Today you are kind to me. If you have a chance in the future, I will repay you." Regardless of whether ** people heard it or not, they turned around and opened the door and went out.

That night, as soon as it was dark, Huang Qi got out of bed and put on her shoes and prepared to go on the road. The effect of Meng Po's medicine is obvious. He doesn't hurt much, but he is still a little weak. Fortunately, Onmyoji is not a melee profession. With Zhujin's ability to turn things upside down, it should not be a big problem.

Meng Po took a small basket and saw them standing in front of the house and said, "No, you can't. If you go like this, you will definitely be eaten by them. Forget the clothes and trousers. The young man has a lot of popularity, and he will only become the belly of those fierce ghosts!" No, no."

Zhujin himself is already a ghost, but the problem is not big, but Huang Qihui is a living person. Before coming, he reminded Tang Xiaotang that the anger of the living people will attract fierce ghosts, so there is the pile of charms given by Situ Changqin...

"Is that it?" Zhujin returned to the seal and lifted his backpack like a different dimension space.

Huang Qi turned over the useless eunuch costume, put it on three or two times, and then picked out a red one from the pile of rune paper, licked it with saliva and patted it on the forehead.

Zhujin: "..."

Huang Qi picked up another red hat, put it on, and said, "There's no problem now."

Meng Po's pleated face showed an unbearable smile: "In this way, it looks like a ghost. Why don't you change it?"

Zhujin's face was no less disgusted than Tang Xiaotang's at the beginning, but due to the needs of the task, he still bravely changed the other one, which didn't fit well. His shoulders were too narrow and his sleeves were too short to move at all. So small." Zhujin complained and looked at Huang Qihui's clothes hanging on her calves, which was psychologically balanced - everyone didn't fit, so it was okay.

Meng Po then took two fake ghosts on the road.

From the bridge to the bank of Wangchuan, he went upstream and soon arrived at the entrance of a narrow valley like a line of sky. Meng Po explained, "This is the source of Wangchuan. All the souls who are judged to never be born are imprisoned here and fight with each other endlessly until the soul is completely scattered."

Huang Qi looked back at the valley shrouded in black fog and finally felt a little "the hell" and asked, "Then if they repent, can they still come out?"

Meng Po smiled and said, "Have you repented? If they would repent, they would not be imprisoned in such a place. They are all people who have destroyed their humanity and lost their conscience. They burned, killed and robbed all kinds of evil in their lives. Even their loved ones can kill them. They deserve it... They deserve to never be peaceful.

When saying this, Meng Po's turbid eyes seemed to contain some different feelings. She did not completely spit, hate and despise the souls in the valley, but more like regret and pity.

"You two follow me. Don't answer anyone's questions." Meng Po explained the last sentence and waded into the valley with a basket on her back.

The valley is surrounded by black fog, sometimes thick and sometimes light. Although you can't see half of the soul, you can hear the voices of many people, or roaring, or screaming, or heartbreaking, or hysteria, mixed with the sound of poofing, which makes people can't help but appear in front of them.

As he walked, a fierce ghost finally appeared in front of him. His body was full of blood, and he still held a man's arm in his right hand. His mouth creaked and he didn't know what he was chewing, and his scalp was numb just by listening to the sound. The ghost asked, "Old woman, are you here again? What are the two in the back?

Meng Po ignored him and walked forward. The ghost gave way and let her go. Zhujin was about to follow, but was stopped by him: "Slow, you look like a person. How about comparison with me? How about the winner who can eat the other party?

Zhujin glanced at him disdainfully with the corners of her eyes and spit out four words to reply to him: "You are too weak."

The ghost came up with a "hey" fighting spirit, spitting out the unchewed bones in his mouth, and smiled ferociously: "You dare to be so arrogant after only a few days of death. I have never met an opponent here except Xiang Ma. You look down on me, um--

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his chest. When he lowered his head, he saw only one hand inserted through his heart and his wrist did not enter.

"Can't you understand people's words?" Zhujin twitched his hand, pulled out his heart together, and clenched it hard. The bright red blood immediately splashed paint, stained his head all over his face, and the nameless ghost fell to the ground with an incredible expression.

Huang Qi blew back the rune on her face and said, "It seems that you can do it alone."

Zhujin is rarely modest: "There is no problem with one or two. If you come to a group, you still have to rely on your ancestral soul song."

The three continued to move forward. With the fresh blood, the next few fierce ghosts they met did not rush up rashly. For the ghosts who have lived here for a long time, a strange face appeared with fresh blood, which is undoubtedly a symbol of danger. Although they are bloodthirsty and aggressive, they are not stupid. It's better to leave it to others to test the depth.

Mang Po is unarmed and a weak female streamer. Although many ghosts contemptuously called her an old woman and mother all the way, no one dared to stop her from touching her. Zhujin looked behind her and became more curious. Where is this woman strong? Can it be as easy as visiting her own garden?

Soon, the answer came to him.

When the black fog gradually reced, the scene in front of it gradually became clear. The first thing to see was the spring water gushing out from the ground, as if boiling, constantly overflowing around. With the spring as the center, there were shallow beaches, and the water rippled into the river and became a forgotten river.

The water in the shallows is extremely clear, and you can see the sediment and slender flowers growing between the sediment. The petals as white as snow are connected to each other and sway in the water like a goldfish.

Meng Po unloaded the basket: "This is the return flower. The immortal can pick one and eat it after the source of the forgotten river."

Huang Qi pointed curiously at the rejuvening flowers and asked, "The flowers grow here. Won't they be picked up and eaten by those fierce ghosts?"

Meng Po shook her head gently: "They are all sinful people. Once they touch this sad flower, they will completely disappear and disappear from the world."

"That is to say, the original purpose of detaining them here is to make them unbearable and willing to disappear, right?" Zhu Jin bent down and pinched one, rubbed it absent-mindedly, and threw it into her mouth to eat.

Meng Po was shocked: "Great Immortal! You can't eat here!"

Zhu Jin was choked and coughed and asked, "Where can I eat? Why can't I be here?"

Meng Po patted her knees and jumped her feet and said, "Oh, the fairy, your gloomy spirit has dissipated all over your body. The whole fierce ghosts of the source of the forgotten river know that you are coming. Can they forgive you?"

Zhujin's face changed, stretched out her fingers and took out her throat, and she couldn't spit it out.

For a moment, the whole source of Wangchuan calmed down, and all the fierce ghosts smelled the unique smell in the fog, and then showed hatred and jealousy one after another, following the source of the smell.