Cultivating immortals and destroying the world is their duty

Chapter 57 The Call of the Orphanage
When we got back to the post house, the street lamps had already started to turn to incandescent light. Nanshan carefully leaned against the door and listened for a while, but he couldn't feel any movement in the room. Just wondering, he smelled the thick alcohol around him. Xiang, my heart finally relaxes.

Stepping lightly into the door sideways, Nanshan immediately saw Dongli and Qingyue lying on the table head to head, both pillowed on his arms, sleeping soundly.

Qingyue was not drunk, and when he heard Nanshan's footsteps, he raised his head very vigilantly.

Seeing the cold light flashing in the eyes of the pair facing him, Nan Shan quickly put on a begging look and said, "Don't, don't hit me, I know I was wrong!"

Nanshan put his head in his hands, squatted down without thinking, and tried his best to curl himself into a pea bug.

"Oh, I'm too lazy to argue with you," Qingyue sighed, patted his cheeks with his hands, and asked, "How is it, what good things happened on the first day of taking office? Tell my dear second senior brother .”

"Ah? Two...Second senior brother, are you okay?" Nanshan let go of his arms and raised his head to look at Qingyue. Only then did he realize that Qingyue's face was as fair as usual, and there was not even a single scar left, and the clothes on his body were also worn out. After changing, Qingyue stood up and walked towards her slowly, showing no sign of any injuries.

"It's okay. I can heal others, so I can naturally heal myself. I was tortured by you before. I'm used to it, I'm used to it..."

Qingyue gave her a charming wink, Nanshan smiled innocently, and many embarrassing images appeared in her mind. Indeed, she did not fail to trip Qingyue when she was in Xianling Mountain. To put it bluntly, this time she was trying to get rid of Shackles, wanting to act independently, is finally a reason that can get on the table.

"Then, that senior brother... is he still angry?" Nanshan asked tentatively.

"Speaking of this... Oh, second senior brother, I am a model of repaying grievances with virtue! Last night, I drank with him all night, and finally got him drunk so that he can't trouble you, second senior brother, right? Especially considerate?"

Qingyue put his hands on Nanshan's shoulders, with some ambiguous affection in his eyes, and then said: "How do you plan to thank me? Or, how do you plan to compensate me?"

"I...I..." Nanshan took two steps back, his eyes drifted, and he suddenly had an idea: "Second senior brother! Something big is going to happen in the city! Last night, Senior Jasmine and I met a group of resentful spirits, a group of them !"

"Wraith? In the city?" Qingyue was puzzled, immediately put away the cynical expression on his face, and said thoughtfully: "I remember... there will be no resentment in the big city of the underworld!"

Thinking about it, he quickly turned around and went to the table, pushed Dongli twice, and raised his voice: "Wake up!"

Dongli's eyelashes trembled slightly, he opened his eyes to see Qingyue, snorted impatiently, turned his head to the other side, and continued to sleep.

"No way, second senior brother, what kind of wine did you drink last night? Is there any alcohol in this world that can overwhelm senior senior brother?" Nanshan was anxious and complained in his tone.

"You...do you think he's a good drinker?" Qingyue rolled his eyes, picked up an empty bottle from the ground, pointed to the words on it and said to Nanshan: "However, what we drank last night was really unusual Wine, these were specially sent by Zhaotai to carry them up from the underworld, and they said that they were only brought out for entertaining distinguished guests."

"Then what should we do now? Senior Jasmine asked me to stay with you, saying that we could take care of each other, and maybe it would be safer. But I am very worried about them. Seeing them as if they are facing a big enemy, it seems that there are vengeful spirits in the big city. , is an extraordinary matter..."

Nanshan rubbed the backs of his hands, paced up and down the room, looked up at Qingyue for a while, and Dongli for a while, his eyes were full of resentment that hated iron for nothing.

Seeing that he couldn't wake up Dongli, Qingyue didn't seem overly flustered. He thought quickly, now that Bai Miao and Bai Xiaohua are missing, and it's only been a few days for the three of them to set foot in the underworld... A faint feeling appeared in his heart. A little uneasy, there is always a strange feeling, isn't it because of their visit that this ominous atmosphere will be brought to the underworld?
But the girl named Jasmine was right, Nanshan and the two senior brothers were indeed the safest arrangement.

In the past few days, Nanshan has been obediently nesting in the posthouse with Qingyue and the others, never stepping out of the posthouse.

During this period, Jasmine sent someone to deliver a message, telling Nanshan not to go to the patrol department to report for the time being, because now except for the routine patrol team, the entire city has entered a state of alert where the whole people are forbidden to leave day and night.

Nanshan sighed, and silently mourned her repeated "short-lived" jobs. Jasmine also told her that Tiankui had already contacted Zhaotai, but their previous idea of ​​uniting Zhaotai and Death God to repair the enchantment might not be possible for the time being. up.

The God of Death retreated for a month, and the bottom of the purgatory where he lived is now covered with an inexhaustible barrier that no one can break into. This includes his lover Zhaotai.

"I didn't expect that Dongli could sleep so well..." Qingyue stuffed a glutinous rice cake into his mouth, shaking his head helplessly.

In front of him, Dongli still closed his eyes tightly, motionless, and looked like a tall ice sculpture with a handsome face and an extraordinary temperament. If he didn't breathe evenly, his complexion would be the same. Qingyue was really going to think in an unlucky direction.

Nanshan was sitting at the table, her gaze was dull, and she was playing with the bone slough jade hairpin in her hand, but she kept thinking about the scene of that night in her mind. There was a feeling of deja vu for a moment, as if there was something in her body, and at that moment, she wanted to break out of her skin desperately.

She didn't remember any other time when she had this feeling, maybe when she was bewitched by the big rabbit's wraith when she first stepped into the underworld, or when she confronted the fur monster in Bairuifang in the demon world, Or, it was when she was trapped by the phantom of the black robe with a formation in the Valley of the Beast King...

The jade hairpin flipped up and down on her frail and boneless fingertips. Suddenly, she felt something glowing in her arms, and when she took it out, it turned out to be her badge of the unitary group.

Panicked all of a sudden, Nanshan knew that this was a way for the inspector to pass on the news, and she was very sure that it couldn't be someone from the unit sending a signal to her. Those people had such a Don't need to report the order, still not happy to roll around at home?
Then the only one who would call her was Senior Jasmine.

Nanshan came back to his senses and found that Qingyue had already walked out with an empty plate.

This inn obviously entertained distinguished guests from the God Realm, so food from the underworld, such as dead shrimp with strange eyes flashing, or rice porridge with soul energy emitting green smoke, would definitely not appear on their dining table.

"Senior Jasmine is in danger?" Nanshan said to himself, touching the intricate and gorgeous patterns on the badge, her heart beat even faster.

But this time she finally weighed her weight clearly, and no longer intends to act alone, she glanced at the bed again, Dongli maintained his peaceful sleeping appearance - making one wish to pour a basin of footwashing water on his face sleeping capacity.

"Second Senior Brother!" Nanshan saw Qingyue walking towards her through the corridor with a plate of roasted seeds in his hand, and immediately went up to meet her.

Qingyue saw Nanshan's uneasy expression at a glance, but he didn't panic, and teased: "What's the matter? That guy Dongli, has he finally died?"

"Second Senior Brother! Look at this!"

Nan Shan trotted all the way over, approached him with the badge in his hand, and hurriedly said: "Senior Jasmine is probably in trouble, look, she is calling me."

As the two walked back to the room, Nanshan quickly explained the situation to Qingyue.

After listening to Nanshan's few speculations, Qingyue opened his eyes in disbelief, and said in surprise: "I never thought, Xiao Nanshan, you will be the first to think of asking Second Senior Brother for help when you encounter something now?"

"Huh?" Nanshan was taken aback, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Oh..." Qingyue followed her gaze and looked at the "living dead" Dong Li on the bed, and was immediately brought back to reality, realizing that he was not the "best candidate" at all, and his expression became a little dejected.

"Then, let's go quickly!"

At this time, Nanshan didn't care whether there was any unhappiness in Yue's heart, he just pulled up his sleeves, and the two ran out the door one after the other.

The time in the underworld should be in the evening, and there was no one on the road. Qingyue followed the badge all the way, and soon led Nanshan to an area composed of old houses, because it was inconvenient to show such a high-level person in front of Nanshan. Qingyue still used a relatively conservative flying sword, but also avoided those Hades patrolling the streets and alleys.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, dead still.Qingyue made a silent gesture, looking at the old houses vigilantly, Nanshan followed behind him, and his steps were very light.

"This is... the Lonely Soul House?"

Qingyue wiped off the ashes on a piece of the door plate, and murmured to read the mottled lettering on the door plate. He suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he twirled the ashes with his fingers, feeling sick all of a sudden.

——It is the fly ash that the soul of the dead turns into after dying.

(End of this chapter)