After the ancestors fell

Chapter 224 The family is unlucky, the family is lucky

Lu Changsheng lost his memory.

He recalled it for a long time, and suddenly found that part of his previous memory was missing.

At this time, on the cliff.A skinny old donkey that looked like it could die at any time was frantically flicking its tail and making a shrill cry.

Oh, don't scream.

He can't speak human words.

Fortunately, it is also possible to transmit sound with spiritual consciousness.

"This... this, fellow Taoist, we have agreed, you can't leave me alone!"

He was a little flustered.

He has panicked many times in the Netherworld these years, but this time he panicked the most.

Mu Qingfeng was also a bachelor, flicked his sleeves, put his back behind his back, and said frankly: "I can't help you."

What's more, this person's memory has been lost, and some things may be different from what he said, so it's better to let it go and find a new way out, lest staying here is a waste of time.

Seeing Mu Qingfeng's intentions, Lu Changsheng was sad, angry, and desperate.

"I misread you—"

The old-fashioned beginning, but unfortunately it has no body and cannot be pointed with a finger.

"Although I don't remember how I came to the Netherworld, I have stayed here for nearly a hundred years. The ghost mansion, the capital, and even I worked for them in the backyard of the ghost police for several years. There are more than just anecdotes and anecdotes. In comparison, if you are new here, even if you want to find a guide again, let alone whether the other party knows as much as I do, they are not as reliable as me, and they are more worry-free."

Lu Changsheng was not foolish in getting along with each other these days, and he also saw Mu Qingfeng's personality to a certain extent.

This person is cold-hearted, if he only uses bitterness, she may turn around and leave before he finishes his sentence.

Therefore, he judged the situation and maximized his usefulness. Although it was a bit exaggerated, he was really afraid that the other party would abandon him like this.

Regardless of whether he can return to a human body in the future, as long as there is a possibility, he does not want to stay in the Netherworld.

There are not many human monks he has met, and Mu Qingfeng is the strongest among these few human monks, and the one who is most likely to take him away.

Seeing the hope in Lu Changsheng's eyes, Mu Qingfeng thought for a moment, then nodded, "You can follow if you want, but I have to remind you, don't cause trouble for me, otherwise you can go back wherever you came from."

The other party eagerly agreed, making Mu Qingfeng swallow the words again.

Forget it, let it happen.

Mu Qingfeng looked at the sky, the sky was slightly bright at this time, and the roar of wild animals could be heard from time to time in the mountains.

The moon was half hidden in the clouds, and it seemed that it was about to set.

She took out a small palm-sized bottle, flicked the mouth of the bottle with one hand, and the next moment the small bottle flew out into the air, facing the moon that was about to disappear.

A glistening white light spewed out from the mouth of the bottle, and soon, a drop of silver-white dewdrop-like liquid dripped down from the moon, was caught by the white light from the mouth of the bottle, and was collected into the small bottle.

Mu Qingfeng stretched out his palm and summoned the little bottle back.

Although the eight-door ghost lock needle has not been unlocked, the right time and place here are still there, so naturally it cannot be wasted.

Collecting a drop of Yue Qiong's ointment, this trip is worthwhile.

Lu Changsheng also recognized the drop of silver-white dew, and he felt envious in his heart. To collect Yue Qiong's ointment, besides the right time and place, he also needed a great opportunity.

At the beginning, they chose this place to unravel the spell on themselves, but now his spell has not been undone, and there are new troubles, but the person in front of him has easily collected a drop of the magic that monks dream of. treasure.

It's really sad.

(End of this chapter)