I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 169

"Grey eater, tell me?"

Coming out of the Linglong Treasure Tower, "Jiang Zhou" pointed at the creepy little boy with eyes all over his body.

The gray ghost smiled flatteringly and said: "My lord envoy, this little ghost is called Mutong. He only likes to spy on people's private affairs. If you speak out, it will dirty your eyes and ears. You should stop listening."

"However, when it comes to finding someone, this brat is really good at it. If you want to find someone, let him find it for you."

"Mumutong?"

"Jiang Zhou" looked at the boy again.

If the eyes on it were not opened, it would look like an ordinary human child.

This place is full of monsters and ghosts, all kinds of strange things, and he has learned a lot.

There's no point in getting to the bottom of it.

Said: "I don't know anything about the person I'm looking for, their name, appearance, etc., can you really do it?"

Mu Mutong pursed his mouth and said: "When searching for people and things, below the fifth rank, five mountain treasures, no counter-offer will be made."

A concise sentence, but it shows full confidence.

"It's a bit troublesome without a name and description. As long as you can tell me the person you're looking for, when, where, and what he did, I can find it."

"I declare in advance that the person you are looking for must have appeared in Shanshi, or in Nanzhou, otherwise, I have no choice,"

Mu Mutong narrowed his eyes: "However, even if this is the case, the money will not be refunded."

When "Jiang Zhou" heard it, it was quite simple.

That ghost Xiu was imprisoned in the Town God's Temple for a period of time, after overturning the censer and escaping, he should have stayed in Gu Village for some time, so it can be roughly calculated.

"Okay, as long as you try your best, you won't get your money back."

Not talking nonsense, he took out five mountain treasures, threw them over, and told it that it would be imprisoned in the Town God's Temple in Wujun.

Mu Mutong happily accepted the money without any delay, and suddenly opened his eyes all over his body.

At least hundreds of eyeballs rolled together.

Looking at this scene, "Jiang Zhou" felt his scalp tingle and felt uncomfortable.

But he didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

Hundreds of eyeballs turned more and more anxiously, and finally fell directly from the body and rolled to the ground.

The eyeballs are centered on Mumutong on the ground, rolling outward continuously.

After rolling out for a certain distance, he suddenly jumped and sank into the ground without a trace.

"..."

"Jiang Zhou" looked at the Mumutong in front of him with only the whites of his eyes left, and felt chills behind him.

The gray ghost said at this time: "My lord envoy, this little ghost doesn't know what is serious, but he is searching here. I'm afraid I have to let my lord wait for a while."

"Jiang Zhou" waved his hand: "No problem."

During the waiting period, there are also passing "people" around.

It seems commonplace to pay little attention to Mumutong with white eyes.

On the contrary, from time to time someone would cast their eyes on "Jiang Zhou" and sweep them around, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly a few men walked out of the Linglong Treasure Building, looked around, and when they saw "Jiang Zhou", they walked over quickly.

Faintly blocked the way out of "Jiangzhou" in several directions.

One of them cupped his fists and said, "Brother, my son wants to see you, so please move upstairs."

"Jiang Zhou" looked at the people in front of him, dressed in snow-white clothes, with a long sword slanted behind his back, and the exposed hilt was also snow-white.

His expression was icy cold, and his whole body exuded a frost-like cold air.

It almost made him suspect that it was a few snowmen.

"Jiang Zhou" imagined the role he was playing, with an unruly smile on his face: "Your son? I don't know your son, why does he want to see me?"

"I'll do what I've been ordered to do, and I'll know when you go upstairs, please."

These people seem to have no idea what manners are or how to ask someone.

With this kind of request, only people with brains will go with them.

"Jiang Zhou" smiled with his hands behind his back, "What if I don't go?"

"Young master's order cannot be violated, I can only offend you."

"Chuck!"

A few times the sword was unsheathed, and "Jiang Zhou" had a few more frosty sword edges in front of his eyes.

Pointing at the vital points all over his body.

A distance of more than ten feet away, the wisps of icy coldness exuded by the sword's edge made "Jiang Zhou" feel numb all over.

"what."

"Jiang Zhou" laughed: "What a domineering house slave."

The men in front of them were still expressionless.

It's really like ice cubes, there is no emotion.

But "Jiang Zhou" was indifferent to the icy swords facing him.

Because although the blade is cold, it has no killing intent.

Moreover, this ghost market is already extremely weird, if you can use force at will, how many people would dare to come?
"Go back."

really.

A weak voice came from behind.

The same few men in white clothes, carrying a large plain brocade chair, walked out of the Linglong Treasure Building.

Sitting on the big chair was a thin and frail figure.

Not only was he thin and thin, but his face was also pale and sick.

Even the hair and eyebrows are faintly sickly white.

Like a seriously ill person, like a candle in the wind, people fear that if the wind is stronger, he will go out

"Jiang Zhou" saw this person, but he didn't feel that this person was really as weak as this appearance.

For no reason, I thought of a poem: The bones contain the spirit of immortality and are born thin, and the feathers are inserted into the sky and the wind passes by and the place is cold.

This person not only has immortal energy, but also faintly has a biting coldness.

This kind of icy cold is many times stronger than the swords of those men who pretend to be strong.

After him, several others filed out.

The Taoist priest in feather clothes, the noble lady in red clothes, and the young man in brocade clothes, each of them has an extraordinary appearance and demeanor.

Regardless of his demeanor, even just looking at his clothes, he is definitely not an ordinary person.

These few people...I'm afraid none of them are weaker than Yaoyao Xue.

Including the sick and weak young man, several people were looking at him with different eyes

The sick and weak son is very interested.

Taoist Priest Yuyi was unnecessarily curious.

Young Master Jinyi was full of disdain and unkindness.

Lady in red...

"Jiang Zhou" knew at a glance that this was a female hooligan who coveted his beauty.

Ignoring other people's gazes, he suddenly said to the sick and weak young man in a good way: "You practice sword?"

The sick and weak young man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "I practice swords."

He asked curiously, "How do you know?"

"Jiang Zhou" didn't answer, just said: "I suggest you..."

Pointing to the men who lifted the chairs: "Replace these men with women, the older ones."

"..."

Not only the sick and weak young master, but the rest of them were taken aback.

What the hell?

"Jiang Zhou" pouted.

He just simply felt that this sick man had something in common with a certain man with kidney deficiency.

"You stop me, do you want to grab Ming Tingxiang, or Jiuxian swordsmanship?"

The sick young master smiled even more: "In this place, I am afraid few people would dare to snatch Ming Ting Baoxiang. As for the Jiuxian swordsmanship, I really want it."

"Let's make a price. You don't have a trace of sword intent on your body. If you are not a person in the way of the sword, even if you take it, it will be useless. Why don't you exchange it for something useful."

"Jiang Zhou" shook his head: "I'm afraid I will disappoint you."

Before the sick young man could speak, the brocade-clothed young man suddenly said coldly: "Boy, don't be shameless, do you know who we are waiting for?"

"Jiang Zhou" said with a smile: "It's not likely that His Majesty will come in person today, with the constitution of heaven in his mouth, and he will follow the law when he says it?"

The expressions of several people changed slightly, they didn't expect this person to be so bold.

Especially Young Master Jinyi, who couldn't tell that the other party was clearly mocking him, and immediately blushed, and his eyes burst into flames: "You!"

His chest heaved violently a few times, then he calmed down, but his eyes hid a bit of bleakness: "Do you dare to report your name and origin?"

(End of this chapter)