unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 212 Conspiracy
Before the chess game started, another piece of bad news came over.

That's when the ghost charm appeared.

This news was so unlucky that no one was willing to come over and be scolded. In the end, they unanimously handed over this important task to Song Buyi.

Song Bu Bu didn't understand the evil intentions of his compatriots, so he came over in a daze.

As soon as the news was told, he was almost shocked by Wan Lanzong's anger and disappeared from this world.

Zhang Yong told Song Buo to get out of here, and reassured the Wanlan Sect: "A talisman is not a big deal. It can stick to this, but not that."

Wanlan Sect sneered: "What if it's attached to the Shendu tripod?"

Zhang Yong frowned and realized that something was wrong: "You mean Song Yu will use the talisman to devour the Divine Capital Cauldron? This is unlikely."

Among the Nine Cauldrons, the most terrifying one is the Shendu Cauldron.

The others were either sealed by talismans or their whereabouts were unknown, except for Shendu Ding, which was sealed under the mural with great efforts, but the three talismans did not make it lose its power.

Just in case, they even used golden quicksand as a spiritual nest to block all possibilities.

The other eight tripods can only bow their heads in front of the god capital tripod.

Zhang Yong thought for a while and then said: "If you are not so nervous, you can't swallow even a charm. Song Yu should not be so reckless when doing things."

Wan Lanzong couldn't guess whether Song Yu would be reckless.

This person is like a strong wind without warning. You think she is going east, but she turns out to be going west.

Not only is it impossible to guess, but it is also extremely destructive, and can directly wipe out all efforts.

Since you can't guess Song Yu, then think about other people.

Such as Zhongliqing.

"Zhong Liqing, a psychic, lived a long life."

After Zhang Yong heard this, a thought immediately came to his mind: "You mean to kill Zhong Liqing?"

Without Zhong Liqing, this spell would indeed be impossible to draw.

Wan Lanzong nodded: "It is too easy to kill a sick person."

Zhang Yong reminded him: "But there have always been psychic people in this world, who are like a medium between yin and yang. Without Zhong Liqing, others will appear. What if that person is Song Yu? ?”

No one knows who it will be in the end.

It might even be Wanlan Sect.

But once it falls on Song Yu, all their plans will be useless.

Song Yu will definitely draw ghost spells all over the world, maybe he will have to draw two in the toilet every time he goes to the toilet.

Zhang Yong has no doubt that this person is so weak.

She will never let go of anything that harms others and benefits herself.

Wanlan Sect also thought of this possibility at this time and fell into deep thought.

The conspiracies and schemes in his mind were bubbling and fermenting, and he quickly made up his mind.

"I do have a plan that can kill two birds with one stone, but I need your cooperation."

Then he lay down next to Zhang Yong's ear and talked loudly.

Zhang Yong thought about how to achieve this goal of killing two birds with one stone, and happily agreed.

The city of Bianjing is still full of joy and harmony, no matter how hard it is, this year will always be passed.

Song Yu has no feelings for family reunion, but he is passionate about cannon sticks and food, especially eating.

She ate well every day and never had a day off. Before the New Year, she had no money.

At this time, I ate braised pork with bamboo shoots at the small stall outside Suzaku Gate. It was not bad and not thin, and with a glass of mulled wine, it was the last meal.

After eating this meal, either go to Zhongliqing to fight against the autumn wind, or go to Mrs. Su to be shameless.

Song Yu drank a glass of hot wine contentedly, and kept scolding Su Mian for being a gambler.

Su Mian never retaliated, even though the money he lost was not enough for her to go to Fanlouhu to eat Haisai.

After all, to fight the autumn wind, you have to sell Song Yu's face.

He boiled another pot of wine and was very satisfied with the current day.

The pot of winter bamboo shoots is rolling on the stove, steaming. Although the wine is muddy, it is also full of mellow aroma. Together with a stack of pickles and a bowl of wheat rice, it is enough to resist the wind and cold outside.

The sun was getting dark, and it was snowing heavily in the middle of winter. Snow flakes were flying, and I didn’t know whether they were going up or down.

For ordinary people like him, having such a hot meal is enough to dispel all their worries.

He watched Song Yu eat hard and gobble it up, thinking that although this man was illiterate, he was full of human spirit.

Seeing Song Yu using his chopsticks to create an afterimage, he suddenly came back to his senses.

No, you have to move your chopsticks quickly. If you don't move, you won't even be able to keep your mouth.

While the two of them were busy eating, someone else opened the curtain and got in, bringing in the wind, snow and coldness.

The people who came in randomly found a seat and sat down, and started chattering before their food was served.

"I think the emperor must have been bewitched by some demon, otherwise he wouldn't have suddenly said that he wanted to build a star-catching tower."

"It must have been instigated by that thief Taoist priest. He also said that the higher the building is, the closer it is to the immortal. It's just fucking bullshit."

"It's a cold time and the Chinese New Year is approaching. Forced recruitment of craftsmen at this time will destabilize the people."

"It doesn't matter if he is stable or not, we just need to recruit people. If we give him money, someone will do it."

"Such a little money is not enough to buy a cotton-padded coat. Who will do it for you?"

Song Yu heard this and thought as he ate: "Zhao Qin actually thought about building a high-rise building to get close to the immortals. Did he damage his brain by taking tonics? He told Zhong Liqing a long time ago that the emperor's general grid is not good for eating." Just some whole grains and that’s it.”

Su Mian listened and looked back. He had seen these two people in the casino. They were not high-ranking officials of the imperial court. They were the camp and maintenance envoys of the Ministry of Industry.

Neither of them took it too seriously after hearing this. Building a high-rise building would at most be like Fan Tower, with five or six floors, and they could mess around with it.

After the two of them finished eating, they ran to Zhongliqing's house in the wind and snow, but happened to meet Zhongliqing about to go out.

He was wrapped like a rice dumpling. He had just got on the carriage and looked gloomy. He didn't know what he was thinking. Song Yu called him three times before he realized what he was doing.

Song Yu squeezed up: "It's snowing so much, if you're not staying at home, where are you going?"

Su Mian also got on the carriage and attacked from the left and right, trapping Zhong Liqing in the middle.

The carriage rolled gurglingly, carrying them forward in the heavy snow.

Zhong Liqing moved his position: "When we entered the palace, the emperor suddenly said that he wanted to build the Star Tower. The ministers tried to persuade him, but it was useless. Let me persuade him again."

Song Yu was very puzzled: "Isn't it just a few floors?"

Zhong Liqing shook his head: "What the emperor wants to build is a star-catching building that can reach out to pick the stars. Naturally, the higher the better, a few floors are not enough, and the construction is going to start now. It takes so much money and money, just for the nonsense of a broken Taoist priest." Such talk is simply ridiculous.”

"Just free," Song Yu quietly squeezed the purse on Zhongli Qing's waist, "When you come out, let's go have dinner together."

Borrowing money has to be repaid, so she never borrows money.

Zhong Liqing didn't notice what she was thinking at all, and he didn't know where his thoughts were going.

The carriage quickly arrived at the palace gate. Song Yu and Su Mian watched Zhong Liqing enter slowly, but his figure was soon obscured by snowflakes.

(End of this chapter)