Chapter 148 A box of gold (2)

Song Lanyi's brain hurt from the naughty child's quarrel, "Tell me, tell me quickly."

After Niu Dali succeeded in his goal, he changed the topic and said, "Psychic officers specialize in spiritual consciousness, that is, the soul, but not the physical body. Rumor has it that every psychic officer has a special talent, which can communicate with the underworld and the underworld.

Ghosts and gods use it for their own purposes. It’s just..."

"Just what?"

"Necromancers are extremely talented, but they seem to suffer from heaven's jealousy because of this. Very few psychics live longer than thirty years."

When Pu Song heard this, he sneered, "Suffering from heaven's jealousy? Whether it is a man-made disaster or a natural disaster, we don't know yet."

Song Lanyi had always known that Pu Song was not simple, and sure enough... now that he heard it, he found that this old man had many secrets.

He looked at Song Lanyi with a smile, and said semi-seductively, "Want to know?"

"think!"

Song Lanyi threw her clothes to the floor with a loud sound.

"Then... let me ask you, psychics can access the underworld and control ghosts and gods. Who are you most afraid of?"

There is no need to say the rest, everyone present already knows it.

Psychics and underworld ghosts and fairies can be said to complement each other, but they also restrict each other.

While using the power of ghosts and gods, psychics also restrict the underworld and force them to act according to existing rules.

But it is obvious that this "underworld" in the south does not act according to the rules.

Their ways are very wild.

Therefore, their relationship with psychics is nothing more than the east wind overpowering the west wind, or the west wind overpowering the east wind.

All that's left is life and death.

The painter's direction here was broken, but Song Lanyi didn't worry too much.

In the face of established facts, instead of regretting too much, it is better to take a longer-term view.

After all... there is more than one path in life.

Her thoughts changed rapidly, then her eyes suddenly lit up, she waved her hand and walked aggressively towards the City God's Temple.

She picked up Niu Dali and ordered, "Call the guards and go to the City God's Temple."

Niu Dali pretended to be reluctant and said, "You know how to order me."

But when he left, he jumped faster than anyone else with his short legs.

There was even a sense of excitement on his face, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

Why go to Chenghuang Temple?

Is it even worth thinking about?

Of course it's... Make trouble! Make trouble! Make trouble!

City God Temple.

Also known as the City God, it was originally a sacrificial god in Taoism, especially popular in the south.

The City God is also a local official in the underworld.

At this moment, the time for the temple fair has not yet passed, and there is an endless stream of people in front of the Chenghuang Temple.

"Old man, please let me in. My wife is about to give birth, and Xiaosheng is feeling uneasy..."

In front of the City God's Temple, the old gatekeeper raised his eyelids and listened carefully to the inside of the temple. After a long time, he slowly uttered a sentence, "You are not sincere."

The man was stunned at first, but then his fair face turned red, "How can Xiaosheng be so dishonest? That is the lady who has accompanied Xiaosheng from Chaijing skirt cloth to now..."

Hearing that he seemed to be talking endlessly, the old man said impatiently, "Don't you understand? You are dishonest! You didn't bring enough money for incense!"

The scholar was startled and staggered back three steps. Then, his face turned red and his blood surged, "Just because he doesn't have as much incense money as others, he has to be locked out of the palace gate. Could it be said that this City God can only

Save the gentry of the world, but ignore the rest of the common people?"

The old man sneered, kicked the scholar aside, looked down at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "Even if it is, so what? This is the way the world is. The gentry is 'living', and you are only worthy of it."

Alive'!"

After saying all this, he spat into the palm of his hand, raised a palm as big as a cattail leaf fan, and wanted to drive the scholar out.

At this moment, a horse's neighing sound sounded.

I saw a white dragon horse with a bulge on its forehead and a mane as golden as the sun flowing smoothly from both sides, galloping towards it.

Behind the white dragon horse, there was also a group of cavalry who were ready to go and well-armored.

While they were riding their horses and raising their whips, every particle of dust on the ground trembled up and down regularly with the vibration frequency.

The white dragon horse at the head was a woman in a green skirt. She had a cold look on her face. The horse leaped over the old man, and then lightly raised the reins in her hand. She heard a clear whistle from the dragon horse, raised its front hooves, and stopped suddenly.

Stay in shape.

After Song Lanyi stopped, the guards behind him buzzed around the Chenghuang Temple.

The old man's heart skipped a beat when he saw this movement.

To be precise, the old man is not a ghost from the underworld.

He is just like a painter.

He relied on his relationship with the city god behind him to do evil and receive benefits for so many years, and even lived a better life than the local young master.

It's just people's nature to be afraid of officials.

No matter how arrogant this old man is, he cannot avoid this.

Seeing the officers and soldiers surrounding the place, there was even a boy about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a child, directing the officers and soldiers to move the statues off the table.

The old man suddenly became anxious. At this time, he didn't care whether the people were fighting with the officials or not, and said directly, "Who are you? How dare you touch the statue of the City God? You are not afraid..."

"boom!"

Song Lanyi had long listened to the conversation between the old man and the scholar.

With a calm look on her face, she kicked the old man directly to the wall, causing several pieces of bricks to fall off.

She said righteously and solemnly, "We are the soldiers of the Overlord's Mansion, working for the prince. Anyone who dares to stop us will be shot to death!"

Perhaps it was the sentence "shoot to kill" that made the old man freeze in place, not even daring to cough.

There were already a lot of people gathered in the Chenghuang Temple itself, and now because of the arrival of the "private soldiers", another wave of people came.

After all...it's human nature to watch the excitement.

When the gilded statue of the City God's Temple was moved out, there was an uproar from the crowd outside the temple.

"Why did these officials move all the statues of the City God out? Yaoshou, it's really Yaoshou."

"If you touch the things belonging to the City God, you will be struck by lightning."

"Yes. But it looks like the government is going to deal with the City God?"

Hearing these words, the scholar who was originally angry and angry was stunned.

The government, deal with the City God...

Why does this sound so fake?

Will the government... deal with the underworld?

The steps he originally wanted to leave seemed to have taken root on the ground. Under a certain desire trend in his heart, he couldn't help but look up at Song Lanyi's back.

He is waiting.

When Song Lanyi waved his hand, there were two strong men behind him, carrying a nanmu box on a pole, and they hit the ground with a bang.

I saw her using her toes to open the lid of the nanmu box.

When the lid was opened, a golden light almost blinded everyone's eyes.

A box of yellow gold is placed safely in the box.

Second update~
Chapter completed!