Yuanshen: Liyue Storyteller, Zhongli Gives Me God's Heart

See if there are any reluctant souls and the like, and send them on their way by the way.

Things that are scary to others seem to be a good pastime to her.

However, on this day, when Walnut came here to hang out and relax, he came across something incredible.

"call--"

"call--"

The girl's breathing was a little short.

At this moment, Walnut is running in the woods of Wuwangpo, as if avoiding something.

And the ghost like a marijuana potato in her body also emerged from the Qiankun Taigua hat.

Faced behind the walnut, it seemed to be staring at something.

"here we go again."

Hu Tao grabbed the top of his head with his little hand, grabbed the ball of marijuana directly, then threw it back, and shouted

"Send Yin to the next life!"

Fiery flames erupted from the marijuana potato, directly attacking the unknown object chasing the walnut in the darkness.

"laugh--"

The flames of walnuts contain the so-called "yang energy", which can hurt ghosts the most.

The unknown ghost was hit directly by Hu Tao, and stopped chasing as if suffering pain.

There was also a permeating strange sound in the mouth:

"woo-"

yonder ghosts repelled by walnut's marijuana, 12

But here, Hu Tao didn't stop at all.

He quickly ran out of Wuwangpo.

Not long after Hu Tao ran out of the boundary between life and death, a black shadow like a hill stood on the edge of Wuwang Slope, and directly picked up the ghost who was beaten by Hu Tao with one hand.

"woo-"

The ghost was still howling, but in the next second, it was completely quiet.

I saw that hill-like black shadow directly put the ghost into its mouth, and chewed it as if it was eating something delicious.

"pity……"

Hu Tao, who was standing at the foot of Wuwang Slope, shuddered rarely when he heard the sobbing man's words.

This ghost actually has wisdom!

You must know that Wuwangpo's dead souls are different from the living souls who have just died. They basically have no intelligence and only have the most basic instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

Just the ghost chasing Hutao is outrageous enough, but I never expected that there would be a huge ghost that had developed a spiritual intelligence!

And Hu Tao escaped the catastrophe precisely because of her extremely powerful so-called "inspiration".

The "spirit" here is the spirit of the soul.

Walnut is born with an unusual affinity for ghosts and souls, so even if she is in the boundary between Yin and Yang, she will not be affected by Yin Qi.

It is precisely because of this kind of inspiration that Hu Tao has always been uneasy these days, so he came to Wuwangpo to take a look.

"When did Wuwangpo's ghostly aura become so heavy?"

Hu Tao, who left Wuwangpo, was still a little uneasy.

Thinking back to the feeling I had at Wuwangpo just now, it seemed as if I would die at any moment.

While Walnut doesn't mind dying, it's better to be alive than dead.

Besides, Mr. Lin's snow knife is not over yet.

"I have to go back and ask Zhongli."

Thinking of this, Hu Tao glanced back in the direction of Wuwangpo, and then ran towards Xiangshengtang.

In the middle of the night in Liyue Port, everything is silent.

And late at night in the Xiangsheng Hall, it was quieter than other places.

After all, apart from Lao Meng, who was watching corpses in the yizhuang in the backyard, and Zhongli, who was homeless, the rest of Yixin had already returned home from get off work.

What else can there be?

Here, Hu Tao rushed to Zhongli's room in a hurry, and when he saw that the light was still on, he knew that Zhongli must be staying up late.

Tuk tuk, just knocked on the door.

"Zhongli, Zhongli, let me tell you something, Wuwangpo is haunted!"

Walnut lowered her voice, ran to the window after knocking on the door and said.

Here, Zhong Li put down the latest "Wanwen Magazine" and opened the door for Hall Master Hu.

I saw that Zhong Li was really well dressed, even though it was late at night, he didn't look like he was going to sleep at all.

After all, he is a god. If he wants to sleep, is he no different from a mortal?

It is very convenient for Zhongli to expand his hobbies.

Zhongli's magnetic voice sounded:

"Wuwangpo is haunted by ghosts?"

"That place, is there still a time when it's not haunted?"

Hu Tao straightened his crooked hat, rushed directly into Zhongli's room, picked up Zhongli's leftover half cup of tea and drank it down in one gulp.

Then continued:

"Oh, it's not an ordinary ghost, it's a very powerful one."

Zhong Li picked up a piece of white paper next to him, and based on the ghosts he had seen in his memory, he drew a little bit of it.

"Is that so?"

I saw a ghost with a bull's head and a human body drawn on the white paper.

Hu Tao refilled himself a cup of tea, and picked up Zhongli's manuscript with the other hand.

After looking at it, he gestured twice.

"No, it's much bigger than this."

Hu Tao made a very large circle with both hands to show the size of the ghost.

Zhong Li thought about it, picked up a pen and drew another picture.

This time, although the body has not changed, but the bull's head is much bigger.

"so?"

Hu Tao just glanced at it, and said angrily, "What's the use of having a big head?

This time Zhongli finally stopped displaying his artistic talent, pondered for a while, and asked:

"Great?"

Walnut nodded hurriedly.

"It will eat other ghosts!"

Zhong Li recalled a kind of ghost that appeared in the Demon God War before.

Although he participated in the Demon God War, he was not a Demon God, relying on devouring other creatures or ghosts to enhance his own strength.

This thing is called "gluttony ghost" by Zhongli himself, which is very appropriate.

Although he knew what it was, Zhong Li had nothing to do with it.

In the Demon God War, the gluttonous ghost was burnt to death by the "Yanghuo" of the flame demon god before it was ready.

It can only be said that one thing overcomes one thing.

It must be a physique that is invulnerable to all evil, in order to hurt that ghost.

As for Zhong Li, a demon god who uses strength to overcome ingenuity, he is helpless.

If the walnut with the most yang energy can't do anything about that ghost...

I'm afraid I can only find a period to try.

Thinking of this, Zhongli nodded.

At this moment, Hu Tao suddenly interjected an irrelevant sentence.

"Tomorrow, Mr. Lin is going to the new theater to tell a story, so why don't we join in the show?"

Zhong Li also forgot about the ghost in a blink of an eye, and was clenching his hands on the "Wanwen Magazine".

"So wonderful."

In the next day, two major events spread throughout Liyue Port.

The first thing is that the Heyu Teahouse will not be opened!

The second thing is the opening of Ninglin Grand Theater!

Regarding the first thing, it's not that Erye Fan doesn't want to open it, but that he really can't.

Mr. Lin is no longer talking to him, so what is he doing?

Just asking for fun.

Therefore, Fan Erye simply sold the property.

I discussed it with Mr. Lin to see if I could be a shopkeeper in the Ninglin Grand Theater. After all, Master Ningguang and Mr. Lin have other things to do, so it is impossible to be the shopkeeper by themselves.

Lin Zhibei was quite easy to talk to.

Fan Erye already has experience in this area, so it's best if he is willing to help.

Just say that in front of the Ninglin Grand Theater, this day can be said to be very lively, with dragon and lion dances in the morning and thousands of cannons fired in the afternoon.

There was even more discussion about this matter in Liyue Port.

"Have you heard that Master Ningguang is going to give a speech in the Ninglin Grand Theater today!"

"Master Ningguang's speech? Apart from showing up at the invitation ceremony, Master Ningguang doesn't seem to have made any public appearances outside.

"Yeah, why don't you go and see?"

"Hey, I didn't go to see Master Ningguang, I went to Mr. Lin."

Whether it is a restaurant or a small stall, basically everyone is talking about this.

Finally, it was time for Lin Zhibei to open his book in the theater.

This time, everyone finally got a seat.

Lin Zhibei looked down from the backstage on the second floor, and murmured: "There must be at least a thousand seats here."

Then he looked around upstairs, "Not to mention the private room upstairs."

Ning Guang came over from behind, and gently embraced Lin Zhibei, with the appearance of a domineering president, "This theater is contracted for you."

"Don't make trouble." Lin Zhibei put his arms around Ningguang, pecked Ningguang's pretty face and said.

Look at the speakers in all directions of the theater, and the huge microphone on the main stage.

Lin Zhibei felt like he was back in the Blue Star in the 80s and [-]s.

This is not something given by the system, but the latest product of Water Country Fontaine.

In order to run this system, Ningguang also specially hired two owners of Thunder God's Eye 990 to discharge.

So that Lin Zhibei's book can be heard on all five floors.

It can be said that it took great pains.

It was precisely because of this that the relationship between Lin Zhibei and Ningguang quickly heated up.

Because this is really crucial to Lin Zhibei.