I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

"Bang bang bang."

In the middle of the night, Xia Bing frantically knocked on the door of the inn.

"Guest officer, are you going to stay in the shop?" the sleepy waiter opened the wooden door and asked softly.

"What store are you staying in? Take me to the second floor quickly, something serious happened." Xia Bing said.

Xiao Er was frightened by her and didn't dare to stop her. She followed her up the stairs tremblingly. When she came to a guest room, she suddenly smelled a bloody smell, and her feet went limp uncontrollably.

Xia Bing pressed his hand on the wooden door, a blue light appeared in his palm, and the wooden door opened immediately. Pang Yong and Xiaoer looked into the room together, but because of the dim light, they couldn't see anything clearly.

"Huh, huh..."

Pang Yong reached out and took out a fire pocket from his pocket, ignited it and shone it into the house, only to see blood dripping from the bed, and a skeleton frame lay in the bloody water.

"Ho~"

Xiao Er took a deep breath, opened his eyes suddenly, then rolled his eyes white, and fell to the ground with a bang.

But at this moment, no one cared about him, and Pang Yong, who was holding the torch, asked tremblingly, "What's going on?"

He is the god of killing on the battlefield, possessing the courage beyond all means; he once slashed and killed hundreds of enemy troops with his own strength, and his hands were covered with blood.

He thought that there would be nothing to scare him anymore in this world, but the scene he experienced today made him terrified from the bottom of his heart.

"Looking across the house, one person can be turned into blood." Xia Bing said with a serious face: "This is a magic technique that I can't match. I am not an opponent."

Pang Yong took a deep breath and said, "Then what should we do?"

Xia Bing: "Are you a local?"

Pang Yong was taken aback for a moment, then hesitantly said, "That's right."

"Yes, yes, no, no, what does it mean?"

"That is."

Xia Bing nodded: "Based on your level of martial arts, you might come into contact with some extraordinary beings... Are there any familiar experts in the city? We need strong helpers."

The two Taoists he met in the palace suddenly flashed in Pang Yong's mind, hesitating whether to speak out.

"What are you hesitating for?" Xia Bing asked.

Pang Yong: "I know where there are experts, but I am not familiar with them."

"It's good to know, familiarity is not important." Xia Bing breathed a sigh of relief, and said almost like an order: "Take me to see them. If you have any secrets, just tell me their location."

"I'll take you there." Pang Yong turned his head and looked at the skeleton on the bed, making up his mind secretly.

After the two left, the figure of the yellow-haired man suddenly appeared in the room, and he muttered, "A master?"

The next moment, his body suddenly became illusory, flying up like phantom like smoke, and really quietly followed behind the two, gradually coming to the front of the palace.

"I can't find you no matter how hard I look, so you are here."

When Pang Yong knocked on the door, the man with yellow hair stared at the mansion with a smile on his face.

But when he sensed the other two powerful auras in the mansion, the smile gradually dissipated, and his body retreated slowly, gradually hiding in the darkness.

This house is guarded by gods. Although he is not afraid, he dare not attack by force.

"Duk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk."

"Come here, open the door!"

Pang Yong raised his arm and knocked on the door, shouting loudly.

Not long after, a servant carrying a lantern opened the door of the mansion, and when he saw Pang Yong, he quickly saluted: "Master Pang."

"Please tell Wang Sheng, I have something important to ask him."

"Yes, wait a moment."

In a blink of an eye, Wang Sheng in a long black gown appeared in front of the door with his wife, and saluted, "Brother Yong."

Pang Yong clasped his fists in return, and said solemnly: "Wang Sheng, I'm here to find those two priests."

Wang Sheng turned his head and looked at the servants who were accompanying him: "Go and invite the two priests."

"No need, we're already here." Under the moonlight, two figures, one tall and one short, came together, and it was Qin Yao who spoke.

"Daozhang Lin, Daozhang Qin." Wang Sheng greeted.

"Grandfather." Pang Yong clasped his fists.

Qin Yao looked at him, then at the girl standing beside him: "Are you here for help?"

Pang Yong was taken aback for a moment, and then said in a sincerely convinced way: "Gen Gong has a wonderful plan."

"Tell me, what is the specific situation."

Pang Yong glanced at Xia Bing, and then he was about to tell the whole story of today.

"Yellow-haired monster, attacking from the air, bloody skeleton..."

Qin Yao muttered to himself, and a flash of light quickly flashed in his mind.

He knew who it was.

Painted Skin 1 was born out of Liaozhai Stories.

The magic reform is not a random change, and the variable is not a random mess.

In the stories of Liaozhai, it is impossible to appear the characters of Journey to the West or Fengshen. The level difference between the two is huge. If they are forcibly merged, the world view will be torn apart.

Then in the stories of Liaozhai, the only monster that meets the above three characteristics is the scorpion spirit in "The Scorpion Guest", commonly known as the yellow-haired ghost.

As for the content of the story of the scorpion guest—in simple terms, it is the process of a scorpion spirit with great powers, taking revenge on the scorpion collector for his own race.

"Where is that monster now?" Qin Yao pondered, and Uncle Jiu asked.

"In Dongcheng, Yuelai Inn." Pang Yong replied.

Uncle Jiu looked at Qin Yao: "Go and have a look."

Qin Yao silently nodded.

"Do you need me to do something?" Wang Sheng asked.

Uncle Jiu: "Wait for our news."

It's not that he looks down on Wang Sheng, but based on Pang Yong's statement, if Wang Sheng brings someone to help, it will only be a disservice.

less Yan.

When Uncle Jiu, Qin Yao, Pang Yong, and Xia Bing left side by side, an illusory shadow suddenly flew into the palace, penetrated the wall, and appeared in a boudoir.

"Run fast."

He manifested his real body in front of the bed, stretched out his hand to touch the still warm bed, the yellow-haired ghost's eyes narrowed into a slit, and a cold light flashed.

East of the city, Pleasure Inn.

Uncle Jiu looked up at the small wooden building and said solemnly, "It's not here."

Xia Bing was taken aback, and quickly lifted the crystal bottle tied around his waist, only to see that it was really pitch black.

"Could it be that he had a premonition of danger and ran away early?" Pang Yong said.

Qin Yao shook his head: "Don't you think there is a more reasonable explanation?"

"What explanation?"

"From the moment you follow each other, you have been exposed to each other."

"how is this possible?"

Xia Bing, who had always been taciturn, said in astonishment: "If so, why did he turn a blind eye to us?"

"Because he still has a bigger goal, and he doesn't want to make a small loss." Uncle Jiu said.

Xia Bing: "..."

"Is there any way to find him?" Pang Yong asked.

He shuddered a little when he thought of what an invisible goblin was planning to kill in Jiangdu City.

Uncle Jiu counted with his fingers, shook his head and said, "I can't figure it out."

Qin Yao: "He will jump out by himself, I'm sure!"

The next day, afternoon.

sunny.

Pei Rong walked out of her cloth shop with her maid, and when they passed by a hexagram stall, an old Taoist priest with white beard and white hair suddenly opened his eyes and said loudly: "Madam, please stay!"