unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 97
Song Yu also chose several names, learned them with difficulty, and drew them on the charm.

None of them worked.

Ghost spells are not that easy. Even if the name is right, the paint may not be right.

Just like the role of cinnabar, the color, like gold in a furnace, also plays a distinctive role.

Could it be that it’s not made from zhehuang, or that it’s made from gilt gold?

So sad, why is it so difficult to draw this ghost charm?

She lay on the table, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt. The black and yellow dye bloomed on her face, and then she closed her heavy eyes and drooled all over the floor.

Maybe there will be an answer in the dream, but not necessarily.

Su Mian heard her purring softly and snorted inwardly. People like Li Bi, who could write their own names wrongly, could safely leave this matter to her.

The only thing in the world that could escape her intact was pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

On the first day of April, Zhongli had nothing to do and invited them to go for an outing to Fengqiu outside Wazi in the north of the state.

Song Yu had no interest in outings. There was nothing interesting about hills and rivers. She had grown up in the mountains since she was a child, and she didn't think there was anything good about it.

Might as well go to the inner city.

But Zhong Liqing said he could make Sophora japonica rice, and Song Yu immediately agreed.

Sophora flower rice is delicious.

It’s just troublesome, you have to pick the sophora rice first, then you have to mix it, then you have to steam it, and then you have to mix it again.

It's not worth much, and it takes a lot of work. If you want to buy it, there is no place to sell it.

With this skill, Song Yu could kill two elbows.

But this time it was done by the cooks at Zhongliqing's village, and they only needed to pick some pagoda rice as if they were happy.

When they arrived at the outing, Song Yu saw several young talents coming to fly kites. He immediately left Su Mian and Zhong Liqing behind and followed the kites.

However, the kite was disconnected not long after it was flown. The young talent began to recite poems and write poems, and Song Yu walked back dejectedly.

Halfway there, Zhong Liqing was in a daze outside someone else's house.

"What are you looking at?" Song Yu poked his head in and saw nothing.

Zhongliqing said: "There are spiritual things in the house."

Song Yu said: "Zhai Ling, I have it when I come to the capital. It can also protect the master. Su Mian has seen it."

As time goes by, the house becomes more and more popular, and it will also give birth to spiritual beings, which are called house spirits.

An evil house breeds evil spirits; a harmonious house breeds sheltering spirits. This home is a sheltering spirit.

Zhong Liqing felt relieved after hearing what she said.

Su Mian went in and asked for a bowl of hot water, and handed it to Zhong Liqing angrily: "Your little boy Kang Ming is useless. You can't even ask for hot water. Don't forget what I just told you."

Zhong Liqing took the hot water and drank it slowly. While drinking, he thought: "What are you talking about? Oh, I said I want to marry Song Yu. It's strange. When did I want to marry her? Didn't you want to marry her?"

None of the three of them looked right.

Zhong Liqing felt that Su Mian and Song Yu were a couple, Su Mian felt that Zhong Liqing and Song Yu were a couple, and Song Yu thought they were shameless.

Confused, in the end, no one wanted to marry Song Yu.

Song Yu's heart that hates getting married has nowhere to put it.

At this time, a little girl came out of the room. She had a face like a red apple and bulging breasts. She was very cute.

As soon as she came out, the spirit of the house slowly appeared from the roof.

The spirit of the house is like a layer of mist on the roof tiles, its shape cannot be discerned, and you cannot even see it unless you look carefully.

It has no specific shape. As long as it is in this house, it can transform into anything.

Tiles, grass from the yard, rope from the well, maybe even dishes.

The spirit of the house followed the girl fetching water, changing constantly, and soon returned to the house.

Su Mian rubbed her eyes: "Why is this house spirit so wretched?"

It is indeed very wretched. Not only is it not as unpredictable as other spiritual creatures, it is also sneaky and perverted.

And Song Yu suddenly became very angry.

A spirit can actually have someone to love. She is a dignified spiritual hunter, good-looking, and speaks well, but she can't find anyone to love her.

It's really annoying and hateful.

She listened angrily to Su Mian and Zhong Liqing's chatter, saying that this house spirit probably liked other girls, and immediately interrupted the two of them: "Two big men are chattering, and women are chattering!"

Zhong Liqing had never received such a comment before, thinking that he had become so unpopular, he felt depressed and almost pouted.

He was at a loss as to what to do, so he took out the medicine and chewed it wildly. When he looked at Su Mian again, he looked very comfortable, as if he was really an old lady, and even gave him a sip of tea with concern.

Su Mian was so considerate, and an idea popped into Zhong Liqing's mind uncontrollably.

He wondered why Su Mian had to bring a handle, if only the handle and eggs could be pulled off together, it would be great.

It was a good idea, but when he came to his senses, he realized that he was not a eunuch?

Su Mian didn't know what he was thinking. He only knew that this man looked at her with a dangerous look. He quickly walked to Song Yu and stretched out a hand like a little eunuch: "Queen Mother, let's go pick locust flowers."

After picking the locust flowers and dragging them to Zhongli Qing's village, Song Yu had a hearty meal and returned to Bianjing burping.

It was impossible for a day's life to end like this, Song Yu changed into a man's clothes again, and went to Jilong Lane in deception.

Even if she turns into ashes, people in Jilong Alley can still recognize her.

Jilong Alley at night is filled with curses and laughter. The smell of alcohol and low-quality makeup is floating everywhere. It is vulgar and vulgar, lively and cheap.

This is another world in Bianjing.

As soon as Su Mian got on the card table, he forgot about Song Yu, while Song Yu walked around by himself, watching the two prostitutes fighting for customers, cursing and almost dying of joy.

Both of them were in their thirties, but they made small profits but quick turnovers, and their business was going well. They each had a group of die-hard prostitutes who helped them out, creating a lively scene in the Heavenly Palace.

The three-bald man was fastening his belt and came out to curse: "Whoever is making trouble here should get out of the way!"

His image doesn't look like a patrolman, but like a fugitive who is looking cool here.

Song Yu was caught in the crowd and quietly stepped on his trousers that were dragging on the ground.

With a stabbing sound, the three bald men bare their buttocks.

The crowd burst into laughter, and the excitement became more and more crazy.

Song Yule walked away scouring, and picked up brother Zhang Jiu's child on the road, and sent the child who was as thin as a reed stick to him.

"Take care of the child and throw it away again, but no good person like me will bring it back to you."

Brother Zhang Jiu hugged the child and thanked him, thinking that if you were a good person, I might be considered a Buddha.

"Why are you here swallowing a sword?" Song Yu took him a piece of sesame cake to eat.

Although the sword is fake, only half of it is real, but if it is hit, this half can stab him to death.

Brother Zhang Jiu said: "People here drink more. After drinking too much, the money in their hands is also loose. My eldest child is seriously ill."

When Song Yu heard that his eldest child was sick, he felt strange: "That little Zhang Fei of yours?"

The eldest child is 12 years old, tall and strong, full of strength, and his nickname is Xiao Zhangfei.

At such a young age, I often carried big bags at Hongqiao Pier.

(End of this chapter)