Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

She tidied up in a hurry, and then remembered a more important question:

"My lord, where are we going?"

Yang Xing thought for a while, but for the time being, he really didn't know where to go.

He rolled down from a mountainside called Jingkong Mountain. If he could find this mountain, he might have a chance to go back.

It's a pity that after asking around, no one, let alone a ghost, knows what "Clean Kong Mountain" is.

Rourou wanted to go back wholeheartedly: "My lord, let's go back to Baisanghai."

Baisanghai is the seat of Sikong's family, if he goes here, he probably can only commit suicide by jumping into the sea to see if he can get back through.

"No hurry, let's... go around first."

"Ok."

The two first left the town where Wuzhu's Yin Mansion was located, and then walked aimlessly for a few days, trying to find some clues to Jingkong Mountain.

Yang Xing kept peeking at his own appearance when he was free. He looked good-looking, but he looked too cold.

He bared his teeth and made a few movements, finally giving this indifferent beauty a little human breath.

I made a lot of money, and I picked up such a good-looking skin after traveling once, so I went back and had a good time with Qin Hao.

It was a while before his attention suddenly shifted from the mirror to a person whom he had forgotten for three or four days.

"...Rourou, where's Bai Yesheng?!"

Bai Yesheng is also a spirit slayer, and unlike Sikong Yangxing, who is used to use the weapon to slay spirits, he prefers to cut off the heads of evil spirits directly with a sword. He is a man with explosive force value.

The relationship between him and Sikong Yangxing was not harmonious at first, and the two often fought when they disagreed, and even once fought in the tomb, directly knocking down half of the tomb.

Later, the owner of the tomb cheated on the corpse, probably out of anger.

The two of them had to work together to fight the enemy, and took the opportunity to plot against each other.

In the end, the two wounded people reluctantly helped each other out of the tomb. There was also a rumor that they had a harmonious relationship and were as close as brothers, and each of them was ashamed of this rumor.

They also met Rourou in the tomb. At that time, Rourou was still a tiny spirit monster, and there was a blurry figure in the sky. I don't know why they took a fancy to this spirit monster with low spiritual power and insisted on taking it as a spirit monster. So, they couldn't argue, and fought again.

Later, she was asked to choose by herself. She looked at Sikong Yangxing, who was smiling, on the left, and Bai Yesheng, who was carrying a long knife on the right, and pointed to the left shyly.

Bai Yesheng: ...

It took Sikong Yangxing two years to condense her into a human form and named it "Rourou".

Thinking of this, he glanced at Rourou again, she still looked like a harmless girl, and suddenly she was a little puzzled: She is obviously a powerful messenger, why is she so cute?

Feeling Yang Xing's staring eyes, Rou Rou blushed slightly: "Young Master, what do you see me doing?"

He was startled, and then realized that Rourou had told him before that the five senses of the spirit messenger depended on his own senses, and it didn't affect him even if he covered his eyes, so he could feel his gaze.

Suddenly feeling a sense of embarrassment of being discovered by someone peeping, Yang Xing coughed twice, and continued the question just now: "Where did Bai Yesheng go?"

According to the plot, he should still be with Sikong Yangxing.

"Mr. Bai said that there are important matters to be dealt with. After he settled the young master, he left first. Young master, do you want me to send a message to Mr. Bai?"

Yang Xing thought for a while, with Bai Yesheng's familiarity with Sikong Yang Xing, wouldn't he be exposed in a second when he came?

"Forget it, no need."

"By the way, young master," Rourou was a little curious, "Why did you find Jingkong Mountain?"

Sikong Yangxing had never mentioned this mountain before, but now he suddenly wanted to find it so persistently, Rourou felt very puzzled.

"This..." Yang Xing showed a standard eight-teeth smile: "There is something in there, I need to get it."

Nodding softly and obediently, "Oh".

It's so cute, you can believe what you say.

Yang Xing patted Rou Rou's head, a pair of cold eyes filled with a bit of a smile, even Rou Rou who was used to seeing this face was a little stunned.

I always feel that my son, what is different?

The two walked and chatted, and after a while they saw a teahouse.

Perhaps because it stands on the side of the road all the year round, the teahouse looks a bit old, but it still does not hinder its bustle. People from all over the world stop and chat here, and people from all walks of life gather here, which is very interesting. popularity.

Yang Xing was tired from walking, so she called Rou Rou in, and found a corner to sit down.

Many people noticed the two people in this corner.

In fact, the appearance of the two is easy to attract attention. The man himself is already very eye-catching, plus the pretty and lovely girl next to him. Unfortunately, the girl seems to have a disease in her eyes and always covers her eyes with a white gauze.

But take a closer look at their attire, the man is dressed in a white robe, the face looks like silk or gauze, with some faint luster, and the ring on his hand is absolutely extraordinary.

Anyone with a little discernment should know that this is not someone to be messed with, so naturally he can't avoid it.

But there are also those who are colorless, such as this one right now.

Yang Xing looked coldly at the middle-aged, short and fat man who was walking back and forth staring at them, with "want to strike up a conversation" written all over his face, got up and sat next to Rou Rou, trying to block that man's sight.

Unexpectedly, the man's gaze became even hotter, and he walked over directly.

And he said to Yang Xing: "This young master is really extraordinary, I wonder if I am lucky enough to know him?"

Yang Xing was a little taken aback, and after confirming that the man was talking to him, he gasped.

It's actually a fucking broken sleeve!

Yang Xing squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "I'm sorry, I don't want to know you."

The middle-aged man didn't seem to be able to hear his rejection at all, instead he walked closer, his greasy face almost reaching the top of Yang Xing's head: "Meeting is fate..."

"Oh!"

A beautiful arc was drawn in the teahouse, and an unknown object hit the ground heavily.

Yang Xing glanced at the man on the ground yelling that he couldn't get up, and turned his head in surprise.

Rou Rou smiled sweetly: "My lord, are you alright?"

"..."

There was an instant commotion in the teahouse, and many people looked at the two of them in horror. The girl just threw a grown man a few meters away without any effort, and the young man next to her was even more calm, looking Unfathomable.

For a while, the few people who still wanted to strike up a conversation silently withdrew their gazes, and practiced the breath-holding method together, for fear of attracting the attention of those two people.

No one dared to help the middle-aged man on the ground. He got up by himself, grinning his teeth, looked at the two of them in horror, threw the wallet on Xiaoer, turned around and ran away. I was afraid that I would be beaten again if I ran too slowly.

……

Yang Xing didn't look sideways, but he also clearly saw his movements, and immediately nodded in relief: "That's right, I know how to pay the bill."

A somewhat hoarse voice sounded faintly.

"It's just a few words, why bother?"

This sentence was very light, but it reached Yang Xing's ears accurately.

He looked at the source of the voice. It was a young scholar in the corner, with a thin figure, pale face, and gloomy brows.

But after taking another look, he confirmed that the man was not an ordinary scholar. He was playing with a golden gourd the size of a palm in his hand. Just looking at the gourd, Yang Xing could feel the deep resentment coming from it.

Rourou noticed this person early in the morning, and seeing him talking now, she couldn't help but become more vigilant, and said with spiritual power: "Young master, be careful, this person looks very difficult to deal with."

Yang Xing was stunned for a moment, and then he returned to normal. He whispered back: "Don't worry, I seem to know who he is."

If I remember correctly, this is an important character in the book, named Qi Shu, he is a psychic master who likes to pretend to be righteous, but in fact he has a weird temper.

And the inconspicuous golden gourd in his hand is a magic weapon passed down from generation to generation by the Qi family, called "Soul Refining". Spiritual potion.

While Yang Xing was sizing up Qi Shu, Qi Shu was also secretly testing Yang Xing's spiritual power, but found that the other party didn't shy away from hiding his strength at all, and immediately felt that this person was very interesting.

Of course he didn't know, Yang Xing just didn't know how to hide it.

"Dare to ask your name?"

Yang Xing blinked, feeling a little embarrassed, although he could hear the other party's words, he didn't know how to use the same method to go back.

It's like two masters fighting each other. Halfway through, one of them suddenly forgot how to play the moves, and shamelessly asked for a timeout to let him think about it first.

Rourou helped him answer the call: "My son's name is Sikong Yangxing."

A strange expression flashed across Qi Shu's face, and then he looked at Yang Xing more seriously, his eyes gave Yang Xing goosebumps.

"……Oh it's you."

"Under Qi Shu, I have long admired the name of Mr. Sikong."

The corner of Yang Xing's mouth twitched, it was only ten days since he sealed the Ghost King, and he was not famous yet, but he did have a name, so where did he come from?

Qi Shu still maintained his false compliments, nodded to Yang Xing, then looked at Rou Rou, "The one next to you is the emissary of Young Master Sikong?"

Rourou felt that the other party was not hostile, so she relaxed a little and replied, "My name is Rourou."

Qi Shu nodded in return, and then stopped talking, as if he was really just curious about the names of these two people.

The teahouse was silent for a long time, and suddenly a voice came from the corner.

"Let me tell you, everyone, have you heard? Huainan Yan's accident happened!"

These words attracted Yang Xing and Qi Shu to look over at the same time.

I saw a young man in common clothes in the north corner of the teahouse, short in stature, with an excited and mysterious expression, standing by the table at the moment, saying to the people around: "Really, something happened to Huainan Yanshi!"

As soon as the words came out, someone responded immediately,

"Huainan Yanshi? Isn't that the famous spirit descendant?"

"Yes, what happened?"

"What's wrong!"

The people next to him asked curiously.

The civilian youth slightly lowered his voice, and made a mysterious look: "It's haunted!"

Everyone "twittered".

"What a joke!"

"That's right! Yan's family is one of the best in the Jiangling family. Can his house still be haunted?"

"I'm afraid that the spirit monster will be wiped out by the spells at the door before it enters the door!"

Everyone laughed.

The commoner youth curled his lips: "You guys don't know much about this."

"What about the big family, if you encounter a powerful spirit monster, it will still make his family restless!"

A middle-aged man with a beard who had been listening silently asked, "What do you mean, did you meet a big guy?"

The commoner youth nodded: "I went to look around there once a month ago, ah, the walls of that courtyard are covered in blood!"

Someone nearby was startled: "Blood! Whose blood?"

"Who knows whose blood it is! Strange to say, they can't wipe off the blood stain no matter what, and it's still next to the main entrance. Tell me, isn't this an evil gate?"

"Beside the main entrance? This...this is a provocation!"

"It's more than that!" The commoner youth lowered his voice sincerely this time: "The patriarch of the Yan clan didn't die unexpectedly like the rumors from the outside world. It is said that...the death was very miserable!"

Now someone was really frightened: "My God! Patriarch Yan?! That's the most powerful person in their family!"

The commoner youth answered, "That's right. It's said that when he died, his eyebrows were black. It wasn't a normal death at all! Think about it, even the patriarch was killed, so you can see how powerful this is."

"It's no wonder that the Yan family invited so many spiritual masters to go there recently. It turns out that they are in big|trouble!"

A short young man patted his chest with lingering fear: "Fortunately, my master won't let me go, otherwise I'm afraid I'll have to pay for my little life."

"Just you?" A person next to him pointed at him and laughed, "With your little spiritual power, it's still a problem whether you can walk to the door of Yan's house!"

Suddenly a group of people burst into laughter.

Yang Xing turned around, feeling guilty for a while.

Rourou was thoughtful: "It doesn't sound like a ghost, it's more like man-made."

"Young Master, what do you think?" Rou Rou suddenly asked.

Yang Xing was still thinking about something, when he heard this sentence suddenly, he couldn't help but reply: "Someone wants to lure them to Yan's cemetery."

After finishing speaking, he realized something was wrong, and turned his head suddenly, meeting Qi Shu's inquiring gaze.