Zuodao Changsheng: I can transfer the price

Chapter 6 The Ghost King Gets Married (Favorites!)
But it said that Lin Shou was sitting in a carriage, walking in a lush forest accompanied by the sound of horseshoes.

I don't know when the fog in front of me is getting thicker and thicker. It is already close to dusk, and the fog is getting darker and darker.

The coachman's face was a little pale and gloomy, without any brilliance, which was considered normal. In today's chaotic world, only a few people can eat enough.

It's also thanks to the fact that these coachmen have government documents, so they can exercise their official duties. Even so, they have to hand over most of the money they earn.

Even so, being able to drive a carriage on the official road is a job that countless people dream of. After all, there are no sheltered country roads, and who knows what ghosts and ghosts are there.

The people in Daqian are struggling to survive, and most of the people are starving, but the barren mountains and wild ridges are becoming more and more lush.

Lin Shou leaned on the window rail of the carriage, resting his chin with one hand, watching the scenery outside, as if his gaze penetrated layers of fog to reach the distance.

With the other hand, he was playing with the [Spiritual Money Sword], and with his index finger, he passed one piece of spiritual money after another.

"My brother has been in this business for many years, right?"

Lin Shou asked a little casually.

The coachman was startled when he heard Lin Shou's question, and then slowly replied in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Probably... about three or five years."

"Oh? It's only been three or five years? How do I feel that your carriage is dozens or hundreds of years old, and the wooden frames are all rotten..."

While speaking, Lin Shou held the railing he was leaning on just now with one hand, and the railing, which was like a brand new before, rotted into a piece of dead wood while he was speaking.

Hearing Lin Shou's words, the coachman suddenly turned his head back to stare at him, the whites of his eyes bloodshot.

"Hehe... It seems like you are not the protagonist of this scene."

After Lin Shou finished speaking with a chuckle, the entire carriage he made quickly decomposed into a tattered frame as if time had accelerated.

Several sections of wooden frames were sloppily leaning together, as if they were about to fall apart, and the horses pulling the cart in front quickly turned into a skeleton.

The coachman's body quickly became transparent, and his face, which was already a little pale, turned into the face of a dead man at this moment.

He screamed, and his arms quickly turned into sharp bone claws, rushing towards Lin Shou.

Lin Shou grinned, and stepped on the buttocks of the horse skeleton in front of him, a layer of blood ignited on his body, as fast as thunder and lightning, and he flipped away three feet away with a backflip.

The rotten carriage frame under Lin Shou was not so lucky, and now it died completely, turning into a pile of shapeless rotten wood.

Lin Shou looked at the coachman in front of him who had completely turned into a monster, but he didn't feel the slightest fear in his heart. Instead, he was eager to try. He knew that the other party's level was just a ghost slightly more powerful than the lonely ghost.

Although a ghost of this level is enough to wipe out a village, Lin Shou, who has cheats and inheritance, is worried that he has nowhere to use his skills.

The demonized coachman let out a roar, and one arm turned into a huge ghost claw, and grabbed Lin Shou.

Instead of retreating, Lin Shou raised the Spirit Money Sword, and the blood-red light on his body burst out instantly, shaking the demon's ghost claws into pieces.

The old Taoist priest has taught Lin Shou three things in the past eight years, the same is the original Nine Suns Scripture, which can be regarded as top-level martial arts among common people and can strengthen one's own blood at the same time, which is a great restraint for ordinary lonely ghosts. But it was not enough to deal with the ghost soldier who mastered spells in front of him.

The second is the paper thaumaturgy, although it is infinitely useful, it is useless at this moment.

The third is the burst of blood that came out of Lin Shou himself, which is one of the strange spells. The light has a certain resistance to spirits and the like.

Li Gui was astonished, but quickly reacted, its figure flashed, turned into a cloud of black smoke, and flew towards Lin Shou.

Lin Shou's eyes were slightly fixed, and the Lingqian sword was dancing in his hand, using the sword technique in the Nine Suns Manual to fight against the enemy.

When the Lingqian Sword met the black smoke, it was like a hot knife met butter. Every time the sword was swung, it could cut off a part of the black smoke, and it fell on the ground and turned into a puddle of black liquid, corroding the ground. A big pit.

The ghost soldier knew that he was no match for Lin Shou, so he opened his mouth and spewed out streaks of green poisonous gas, attacking Lin Shou suddenly.

But at this moment, Lin Shou had the blessing of the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique, and his speed was as fast as lightning. With a light tap of his toes, he easily dodged the burst of poisonous gas, and then pierced the opponent's forehead with a backhand sword.

The ghost soldier let out a shrill scream, his body shook violently a few times, and then dissipated into a cloud of black smoke.

Lin Shou held the Spirit Money Sword back, and muttered to himself, "This ghost head is not its key point..."

Suddenly, the fog in front of him became more pervasive, so thick that he couldn't see clearly with his hands. A bone claw stretched out from the ground, grabbed Lin Shou's ankle, and pulled him into the ground.

The body kept falling, Lin Shou held the spirit money sword in his hand, but did not resist the opponent's behavior, but instead absorbed the bloody light from his body into his body, turning off the spiritual consciousness gathering technique.

The sense of weightlessness gradually ceased, and the fog in front of him gradually became indifferent until it disappeared. Lin Shou finally saw the scenery in front of him clearly.

A simple mansion appeared in front of him, with blood-red lanterns hung high on the doorposts on both sides. Looking further into the distance, a black mountain range stretched away like a tide.

It seems that under the thousands of mountains and peaks, there is only this mansion standing there alone, with the big red lanterns on it written one after another with the word "Happy".

The gate of the mansion was half-covered, and the faded door god painting on it had long been unclear. There were many people in the gap between the doors, each holding a plate or wine jug in their hands.

Taking a closer look inside, there are still dozens of people wearing fancy clothes, but kneeling in the middle of the yard, all of them stuffing food into their mouths with frightened faces and trembling bodies.

And the ghost soldier who was still fighting with Lin Shou just now turned into the same appearance as before, an honest middle-aged man with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

I saw that the other party no longer entangled with Lin Shou, but left quickly, walked towards the mansion, and then bowed in through the side door next to the gate, as if full of respect for the owner of this mansion.

Lin Shou raised his head and looked at the dark night sky above his head. He was obviously underground, but now he could see the night sky when he looked up, but not a single star was bright.

What should have been the first quarter moon turned into the last quarter moon at this moment, and it was stained with a trace of blood red.

"It seems that there is a wedding going on here, so it would be unlucky to go in with a sword." Lin Shou smiled and tied the Lingqian Sword around his waist, but inadvertently splashed two yellow cow tears in his eyes, "Go I was very tired after a day, so I just went in to ask for a glass of wedding wine."

After the words fell, Lin Shou lifted his foot and left.

The mansion seemed to have a spiritual intelligence, and the dilapidated gate creaked and opened automatically.

At this time, the suona sounded.

(End of this chapter)