"My father is right. Since you claim to be the magistrate of Haicheng County, why do you come to ask for punishment if I help the people of Haicheng?"

"No, no, the girl misunderstood! I am not here to provoke a gang and ask for guilt, nor does this mean so don't misunderstand..."

"What do you mean?" Xiao Yuqi put his feet on his feet, leaned forward, aggressive and unstoppable.

The ghost doesn't look like he is dressed as a Beixin person. Xiao Yuqi guessed that this guy shouldn't be Beixin's lackey.

But I just scraped all the food stored in Beixingou in Haicheng. Could it be that the ghost king of Haicheng, who claimed to be an official, came to find fault and settle the score afterwards?

Otherwise, you have to let yourself spit out the food?

This makes no sense!

Don’t say that he is just a ghost king and cannot control the grain in the world. Even if he is the king of the world, he doesn’t say that he will eat it and then spit it out.

She also has to take it from the people and use it for the people!

Just a ghost king, Su Yun and the others are not afraid of this, what about this in front of you?

Well, although I don’t know why this guy has a golden light to protect his body, the word "ling" in her little handboard is not a vegetarian. After so many years of sunbathing on the moon, it is not a white sunbathing!

Xie Zhizhong deeply realized what it means to meet a soldier. It is hard to explain what it means to be reasonable.

However, thinking about the other party's kind-hearted behavior of dissipating food, no matter how frustrated he is, he is very kind.

"No, I saw that the girl was kind-hearted and sent a little devil to deliver food to the people. I came here to thank..."

"You are the top scholar in the 38th year of Emperor Yong of Great Qian, Xie Zhizhong, the seventh son of Xie family?"

Xie Zhizhong was talking, and just now, after hearing Xie Zhizhong's self-introduction, Ji Yun, who was in deep thought, suddenly remembered Xie Zhizhong's come, whom he only heard of his name but did not meet him, but admired him very much.

This is the only civil servant who is willing to surrender to death among the few officials he admires in Ji Yun’s dictionary. Xie Zhizhong, the handsome top scholar who was once literary and elegant, Xie Zhizhong!

"Sir Xie, how could you?"

Ji Yun's tone was very respectful to the person he admired. Seeing the other party's miserable appearance, Ji Yun subconsciously asked.

When he asked, Xie Zhizhong smiled bitterly.

"Hahaha, as you see, I am incompetent!".

"Mr. Xie, don't do this. You are a hero! The people of Daqian will always remember your achievements, you..."

Xiao Yuqi looked at Ji Fufu, who was reacting abnormally beside her in a silence. She was stunned when she saw this person and ghosts just linked up and chatted with her as if no one else was around.

Which one is sung?

However, even though he was whispering in his heart, Xiao Yuqi saw that the ghost was not hostile, so he waved his hand to send the little ones not to delay. After he seized the time to deliver food, he pulled Pang Pang Pang over, picked up Pang Pang, and stood beside Ji Yun, pricking her ears and listening to the story.

The two literati are no, they are literati and literary ghosts meeting each other, and they are having a very speculative conversation.

But Xiao Yuqi heard the story of his own from the poor head-holding ghost's mouth.

When she looked at the other person, touched her head that had just been put on, she apologized to Ji Jiu with an apology, saying that her ugly appearance scared them. When Wan Wang forgives her, Xiao Yuqi's heart was quite complicated.

The ghost in front of him is actually an amazing hero and should not have such an ending.

In particular, the other party was still worried about his appearance.

In theory, it shouldn't be. How could he not even have the ability to protect his head if he is a person who has merit and is admired by many people?

Xiao Yuqi especially sympathized with the ghost king in front of him.

Poor, an official who is sincere in serving the people, even if he dies, he cannot live without the land he guards. The ghost who cannot return home is no less than Uncle Qi and the others.

Now that Uncle Qi and the others have partners, they burn incense, candles and paper money for them from time to time, and pay tribute to delicious food. They live a happy life.

But what about this Lord Xie? He has never enjoyed these things.

It can be said that I was drinking the northwest wind and enjoying the air to survive the difficult life.

As soon as the plot of admiring the hero came out, it immediately became out of control.

Xiao Yuqi remembers that there are still incense, candles, paper money in the collection, and there are no offerings, but she can let the hero enjoy these things for a while.

While each person and a ghost were still talking about some people who were impatient to listen, Xiao Yuqi did what he thought of.

I found out the inventory of incense, candles and paper money in the collection, took it out, and jumped up by myself while they had finished chatting.

"Sir Xie, Ji Jiu and I were in a hurry and I didn't have any good things on hand. If you don't dislike this incense, candle, ingots, paper money, etc., please accept it with a smile."

"This, give me all this?"

Xie Zhizhong's voice was trembling. He never expected that he would subconsciously come over to see strangers and thank them for their generosity and kindness.

He actually had a good luck and met a soulmate. He learned that today's situation in Guizhou is not the same as that in Guizhou, it is possible that there are such benefits?

You should know that since his frustrated and tragic death, he has not received any offerings for many years.

He was even desperate, and he had scolded the relatives and younger generations of the clan for many times. Why didn't he offer him some of these things, even if it was just a little bit?

Now, a strange little girl who thanked him for being relatives or not, actually wants to worship him?

It is worthy of being a good girl who is willing to give up precious food to help the people in troubled times!

Xie Zhizhong, the banished immortal who was ranked three years old, and Xie Zhizhong, who was the ghost king, could not help but burst into tears at this moment.

"What kind of virtue can you do? How..."

"Sir, you deserve it!".

Xiao Yuqi and Ji Yun were rarely spoken solemnly.

The two were busy tearing down the valuables and lit the pile of paper money in front of them, as well as incense and candles. Xiao Yuqi and Ji Yun held three incense sticks and devoutly gave Xie Zhizhong a grand ceremony of kneeling and knocking on him. This was a respect for the hero.

A large pile of incense, candles, ingots and paper money burned in front of them, and then Ji Yun witnessed the scene of a miracle.

The burned things were exposed little by little as they burned, until they burned, and they were completely formed on the other side.

The smoke burning from the incense candle also turned into green light, and all rushed towards Xie Zhizhong.

Poor ghost king, who enjoyed worship and fireworks for the first time, didn't even have time to see the real ingots and paper money in front of him, he suddenly felt that his body was full of strength, and his neck was itchy and hot.

That was the warmth that I never felt again as a ghost.

Xie Zhizhong was very smart and discovered his extraordinary things in the blink of an eye.

His eyes were staring at the incense in the hands of the two knelt down to worship their children, and as the green smoke kept flying towards him and sank into his neck, Xie Zhizhong instantly found the answer.
Chapter completed!