I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 119 Two ghosts came to the underworld

Qiu Ping, who returned to Gujing, didn't think about tea and food for several days, Xiao Hei's face was frowning.

As soon as he thought about going to school and taking exams, he felt that there was no fun in life at all.

"Crack clap."

The little loach grabbed a piece of spirit mine as if venting his anger, and chewed it into pieces. The rich spirit nourished his body little by little, which made him feel more comfortable.

Alas, at such a young age, I have to bear such a lot of pressure.

Life is so difficult, and only by relying on these spiritual mines and spiritual fruits can I bring myself short-term happiness.

Just as Qiu Ping sighed, there was a series of cries suddenly coming from outside the well.

The little loach pricked up its ears, its body turned into a black light, and then turned into a boy and sat on the edge of the well.

About a hundred paces to the west of Gujing, the door panel was dismantled early, and a skinny old man was lying on it, and he was already out of breath.

Although this family is not rich, they still tried their best to put on a decent clothes for the old man, which should be regarded as shrouds.

The filial sons and grandsons on the side cried with their heads in their arms, and they were really sad when they heard it.

"Another one left. I still remember that this kid used to steal my tribute, and I entrusted it to him in a dream, and beat him up hard." The land lord came to Qiu Ping at some time, and looked at the door panel. The old man said with some emotion.

The divine way is long, but life is short. In the hundred years he has become a god, life and death are nothing but repeated cycles for him.

It has long been commonplace.

The land lord babbled, picked up the "Shengmin Book" again, and crossed out the old man's name with a pen.

This sum means the demise of another life.

Seeing that these things had nothing to do with him, Qiu Ping plunged into the ancient well again.

……

"Hah."

Qiu Ping lay on top of a pile of spiritual mines, his mouth opened and closed, and a string of bubbles spit out from his mouth from time to time.

"I don't want to work, I don't want to go to school..." He didn't know what bad things happened in his dream, and his body shook from time to time.

Suddenly, with a jolt, he woke up from his sleep.

"Who, you don't sleep at night!"

Just now, he sensed a gloomy air machine breaking into his area of ​​jurisdiction, which woke him up suddenly.

Qiu Ping pushed open the temple door with an unhappy face, and anyone who was disturbed from sleep would not be happy in his heart.

When he looked up, he saw a hunched old man in a black shroud hovering at the gate of his temple.

"Old man, you are in the wrong place, the City God's Mansion is in that direction."

Qiu Ping recognized the old man, wasn't he the one who died during the day?

The Onmyoji Division in every county has a guiding formation. After a person dies, the soul will go to the City God's Mansion by itself, and then go to the Underworld Division under the leadership of ghost messengers at the beginning and middle of every month.

I just don't know how this old man came to the gate of his temple.

The old man's soul has no consciousness of its own, just wandering around in the same place stupidly, with his head already touching the wall of the temple, but his feet are still walking around.

Qiu Ping slapped his forehead and was speechless.

It was also unlucky for a soul to run around in front of his house for no reason. When he was thinking about whether to send it to the Department of Yin and Yang, he suddenly saw two figures walking along the underground river.

The two men looked rather scribbled, with sunken eyes, protruding upper lip, and a few hairs growing randomly on their bald heads.

However, don't look at them ugly, but they are wearing a dark suit.One holds the chain in one hand, and the other holds the shackles.

Seeing the old man's soul wandering here, one of them flicked the chain and arrested him.

Qiu Ping stared at the two people with wide eyes. They were both dressed as ghost officials, but their appearance was much more ferocious than that of the City God's Mansion.

"Huh? Why is there a little loach here?" Shi Shiran was about to leave, dragging his soul with two servants.When passing by Little Loach, one of them turned his neck ninety degrees and stared at Qiu Ping with piercing eyes.

Qiu Ping pulled a stiff smile on his face. It was the first time he encountered such a situation, and he still didn't know the origin of the two ghosts in front of him.

"You are the well god of this place, right? Our two brothers are ghost messengers of the underworld. From now on, the souls around you don't need to go to the city god, and we will pick them up directly." Looking at the pitiful and bullying appearance of the little loach, One of the ghost messengers said loudly.

"Oh." Qiu Ping nodded obediently, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart. It didn't matter to him who would pick up the soul, as long as it didn't come to trouble me.

"Walk slowly, you two, come to play often in the future." Seeing the two ghost messengers gesticulating to leave, Qiu Ping said hello.

The ghost's footsteps paused, as if he remembered something.

"By the way, we brothers are not very familiar with the road in this world. Little Niqiu, please help us lead the way. If you agree, this will be given to you." One of the ghost servants said with a smile, then The smile that was supposed to be kind, but on his face could scare the child to tears.

He took out a cloud of light blue smoke from his arms, and the smoke vaguely condensed the appearance of a human face, making an expression of pain or laughter.

Little Loach wanted to refuse. He felt that these two people were weird and he was not willing to deal with them.

However, when the cloud of smoke was taken out, Huangquantai, which had been sleeping deep in his consciousness, suddenly sent out a signal of longing, as if he really wanted to get this thing.

Qiu Ping reached out to take it, and squeezed the smoke lightly, the phantom human face let out a scream of "squeak", and then turned into a painful expression.

The Yellow Spring Terrace in the depths of his consciousness vibrated slightly, and the smoke in his hand was like a swimming snake, along Qiu Ping's nose and mouth, pierced into his body at once, and then was directly sucked into the Yellow Spring Terrace.

"This is... gone?"

Qiu Ping felt that nothing had changed, and he didn't know what it was.

"I didn't expect it, so you little loach is still a fellow, and you have also inhaled this blessing?" The two ghost messengers looked at each other with a little surprise in their eyes.

"No...no, I just squeezed it casually, and it got into my body by itself." Qiu Ping saw this thing for the first time, and even heard the name for the first time.

"Oh? That's the way it is, but if you suck it a few times, you'll know it's a good thing. Come, come, I still have two pills, so I'll give you both."

One of the ghost messengers took out two more balls of smoke and handed them to Qiu Ping.

Qiu Ping just got it in his hand, and all of them were sucked away by Huang Quantai.

What he didn't realize was that after inhaling three balls of Fushou Qi in a row, a gleam of brilliance appeared in the originally stiff and dull pupils of the ghost boy in Huangquantai.

　There will be an update in a while

　　
　
(End of this chapter)