"Mr. Shen, do you think Qiao didn't let Wen Ling and I enter the court world together this time, was he actually targeting Wen Ling?" Qin Yin asked.
Mr. Shen made a motion to pull up the zipper on his mouth, looking like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.
"you……"
Qin Yin wanted to rush up and hit him again, but was stopped by the fool.
"Don't push him, he really can't say it," the fool said.
"It's not that I can't say it, I really don't know," Shen Fu spread his hands, "Those are all decided by their management. I'm just a small employee, how can I know?"
"But there's no danger in asking for help, right?" Qin Yin stopped.
"Oh, no," Mr. Shen nudged the two of them from behind, "Let's go quickly. When we return to the living world, you can meet each other."
"Has she gone back?" Qin Yin turned to ask him.
"Just wait until it's over for you," said Mr. Shen. "You two, just follow me. I'll take you out of the court right away."
Qin Yin walked gloomily and suddenly sighed.
The idiot who was thinking wildly turned his head and looked at her, "What's wrong?"
"Thinking about it, I'm really unlucky," Qin Yin pouted, "Since the purpose of the bridge is not to ask the spirit, then just let the person come in alone. Why did you trick me into this court?" world?"
"Do you think Wen Ling can succeed with her own abilities?"
Qin Yin understood, "Let's forget it. It's hard enough for both of us."
"Don't worry," said the fool, "I think nothing will happen to Wen Ling."
"You put it lightly. You have never seen how the court world sucked her in." Qin Yin recalled the scene at that time and couldn't help but shuddered. "Wen Ling must have been scared to death. "
The three of them walked through the stalls again, and the ghost salesman selling hot pot crowded over again. This time, there were more ingredients in the hot pot. Qin Yin looked at the things that he didn't like to eat but fools liked to eat, and then took a sneak peek. The fool who was swallowing his saliva smiled.
This kid, the burden in his heart was relieved, and even his appetite came back.
"Are you really not going to eat?" Mr. Shen asked, "I can treat you."
"No, we have to go back quickly. I want to eat food from the underworld," Qin Yin's footsteps became faster and faster, "Can we go back after we get out of here?"
"If you don't want to hang out in Ming Ting..."
"Let's do it next time," Qin Yin said, "I haven't seen them for more than a month, and I still miss those unlucky guys."
"Then after you exit this door, you can go back."
Shen Fu paused, and what appeared in front of the three of them was the familiar empty door.
Qin Yin and fool's shoulders were close together. They looked at the door and took a deep breath.
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"Well, I don't know when I will see you next time," Mr. Shen said, still a little sad, "but I still hope you live longer."
"By the way, Mr. Shen," Qin Yin suddenly asked, "What is your senior Lingluo busy with?"
"Ah?" Mr. Shen was stunned when he was asked, "Senior Lingluo?"
"Yes, didn't you say that you were the one to receive us because Lingluo, the original ghost messenger, was not busy at the bridge?" Qin Yin asked, "What was she busy about? Didn't many people die at the bridge?"
"No...it doesn't seem to be the case," Mr. Shen shook his head, "She seemed to have been called away by other ghosts."
Other ghosts?
Qin Yin and Fool looked at each other.
"Did you be called away by Lao Luo?"
"Lao Luo?" Mr. Shen thought of this student of his, "Is it him? I don't know. Lao Mu didn't tell me that I was out on a field trip, and suddenly I was called back by Lao Mu. When I came back, Ling Senior Luo is no longer in the court, it was Lao Mu who assigned the task to me."
"It's possible that it's Lao Luo," Qin Yin said to the fool, "So, Lao Luo has found Qiao Wu's ghost, which is great."
"You actually still remember these things," the fool smiled, "Xiaoyin, you have made great progress."
"I still remember more things," Qin Yin said, "I'll tell you when I get back."
The two of them walked toward the empty door.
"Goodbye!" Mr. Shen shouted from behind the two of them, "Remember to miss me!"
"We will burn paper for you regularly." Qin Yin replied immorally.
"What kind of paper are you burning? That's feudal superstition," Mr. Shen said, "and I'm not short of money."
The two of them smiled, waved to him, and entered the empty door at the same time.
In an instant, a sense of weightlessness knocked down the two of them. Qin Yin let out a small scream. When the light reappeared in front of his eyes, the down-to-earth feeling returned immediately.
Qin Yin opened her eyes and found herself sitting on the ground, with something cold leaning on her back. She tried to move her limbs, and a severe numbness suddenly hit her whole body.
"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."
"pain!……"
A familiar wailing sound sounded from her ears.
Qin Yin turned her head and saw Wen Ling struggling beside her.
Wen Ling bared his teeth and grinned. It looked like she was in pain. However, due to her ability to express herself, Wen Ling could only grimace in frustration. It took a long time before she remembered to look up and look around.
"Wen Ling! You're okay!" Qin Yin was ecstatic, "That's great... you scared me to death!"
Wen Ling's expression was still a little confused. She looked at Qin Yin and blinked.
They had returned to the backyard of Qiaomei Temple, and what they were leaning on behind them was the huge bronze tripod.
In the bronze cauldron, a person's moans came out.
"It hurts me so much...ah mommy..."
"You're a fool!" Qin Yin shouted.
The two of them held the tripod and climbed up with difficulty. As expected, the fool was lying in the middle of the tripod, rubbing his arms and legs.
"Wen Ling, you're back too," the fool's expression was very ferocious one second, but changed into a hard-working smile the next second, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Wenling, are you okay? Have you suffered a lot?" Qin Yin also asked.
Wen Ling's raised lips trembled for a moment, then he narrowed his eyes and shook his head pretending to be happy.
"No."
"Sister Xiaoyin! Wen Ling! You guys are awake!"
Not far away, Xiaolan's crisp voice exploded.
Xiaolan rushed out from the door, hugged Qin Yin and Wen Ling, and hugged the two people whose limbs were still numb until they screamed.
"And me, I'm back too," the fool climbed out of the cauldron with a bright smile, "Xiaolan, do you miss me?"
"Brother Idiot!... You're okay too. This is great."
"That's all thanks to me," Qin Yin raised her eyebrows, "And Wen Ling, thanks to the efforts of both of us, right? Wen Ling?... Hey, Wen Ling, what's wrong with you? What are you thinking about? ?”
Wenling's eyes were fixed on Xiaolan, and when he heard Qin Yin's question, he quickly came to his senses.
"ah?"
"Your eyes look a little scary," Qin Yin said, "What's wrong with Xiaolan?"
Three people, three pairs of eyes, looked at Wen Ling together.
Wen Ling was silent for a few seconds, and then she shook her head vigorously.