Urban Witcher

Ye Xiaomeng shook his head, "I only met once. When my dad sent me to Shanghai that year, it happened that Ye Shaoyang's parents were going to Xuanqing Mountain to see him. Everyone dropped by and traveled together. My dad also took me to Xuanqing Mountain. Qing Shan, it's time for fun, I saw him that time."

Ye Shaoyang was shocked, and searched quickly in his mind. Thanks to his good memory, and the number of times his parents went up the mountain to visit him, he still remembered almost every time, and he really remembered the time when someone else was present.

At that time, was I eight or ten years old

He only remembered that the girl who was introduced by her parents as his younger sister seemed to be only five or six years old. Could it be this slim beauty in front of me?

Suddenly he thought of something, looked at Ye Xiaomeng and said: "No, you are also a disciple of Xuanqing Mountain, why did you only meet him once?"

Only then did Ye Xiaomeng realize that she had made a slip of the tongue, she turned her face to the side unnaturally, and whispered: "I'm not an official disciple of Xuanqing Mountain, don't ask, I'll tell you later."

Although Ye Shaoyang was full of doubts, but people said so, it is not good to ask further, so as not to arouse suspicion.

But Xiao Ma had a joke, and smiled at Ye Xiaomeng: "You met him once when you were a child, and you still remember it so clearly. It's amazing."

Ye Xiaomeng shrugged, "I remember him because he is the inner disciple of Xuanqing Mountain, the only and most powerful mage in our family. I take him as a benchmark." Blinking at Ye Shaoyang, said: "Xuan Qingshan Inner Sect Disciple, you should know what it means."

Ye Shaoyang said: "Well, spells must be much better than mine."

"It goes without saying that Xuanqing Mountain doesn't accept inner disciples easily, maybe it's already a real person tablet. You are an outer disciple, how can you compare with others?"

Xiao Ma patted Ye Shaoyang on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Little Ye Zi, you are definitely not as good as a spell, but I think you must be more handsome than that Ye Shaoyang."

Ye Shaoyang rested his chin on his hand, showing a charming smile, but Ye Xiaomeng snorted and said: "Brother Shaoyang was only about ten years old at that time, but he was just a handsome embryo, just you, hum."

Ye Shaoyang almost passed out, and had deep doubts about his appearance: Could it be that he is disabled, and he is not as handsome as when he was ten years old?

This is so sad.

The three continued on their way, and Ye Shaoyang tentatively asked why "Ye Shaoyang" was not called to deal with the disaster in his hometown this time.

Ye Xiaomeng's answer was that her father, Ye Bo, had tried to inform Qing Yunzi, the head of Xuanqing Mountain, to send Ye Shaoyang down the mountain, but she didn't know why he hadn't arrived yet.

Ye Shaoyang's heart sank. Ye Xiaomeng's father and daughter actually knew that Qing Yunzi suddenly thought that the master asked him to go back to his hometown because he was notified by Ye Bo. Well, is he sure that the drought is related to the corpse?

After much deliberation, Ye Shaoyang decided to call Lao Guo tonight. Since the master has gone to him, maybe he will have the contact information of the master. In any case, he should ask the master to clarify this matter.

When they were about to reach the cemetery, Ye Xiaomeng sighed, and once again expressed his emotion: "The drought is nothing, if my brother Shaoyang comes, it will not be a matter of minutes to kill it."

Xiao Ma touched Ye Shaoyang's shoulder and smiled at him meaningfully.

Ye Shaoyang was speechless in his heart, and really wanted to say to Ye Xiaomeng, big girl, you think too much, in fact, I'm not that good

When they came to the cemetery that Ye Qiuling had visited during the day and found the grave, Ye Xiaomeng and Xiao Ma were unwilling to do such a bloody thing, so Ye Shaoyang had no choice but to fight by himself.

"Brother, you're dead anyway, I'm sorry." Ye Shaoyang began to dig the grave with both hands.

Ye Xiaomeng immediately said: "You destroy other people's corpses, and you don't burn some paper money and incense sticks, just worship."

"It's so late at night, the target of the fire is too big," Ye Shaoyang said, "If someone finds out, he will be regarded as a tomb robber, and he will not be able to tell."

"But destroying someone's corpse without authorization is against the morality of a mage. Besides, this person just died, maybe he hasn't passed the first seven times. You are not afraid that he will come to you."

"Don't worry, it's fine if he doesn't look for you." Ye Shaoyang began to dig the grave, not worried about the soul of the owner of the tomb coming to him. To put it bluntly, he was afraid of everything except ghosts.

A ghost who dares to trouble him because of such a trivial matter is absolutely crazy.

Dig down along the place where Ye Qiuling dug, the soil is soft, Ye Shaoyang dug to the bottom in one breath, then half of his body got in, touched the corpse, and then pulled it out.

Seeing the broken face of the corpse at night, both Xiao Ma and Ye Xiaomeng felt a little panicked and turned their heads away.

Ye Shaoyang didn't care about anything, he took out the Xuanqing Mountain Mieling Nail, cut off a piece of flesh from the corpse's face, and took out a blank talisman, intending to wrap it up.

Seeing his talisman, he suddenly thought of something, took advantage of Ye Xiaomeng not finding it, put away the purple talisman, and asked Ye Xiaomeng for a few yellow talismans on the grounds that he didn't have the talisman.

Use one of them to wrap the excavated flesh, fold it, and put it in the bag together with the rest of the talismans. Then put the body back and bury it.

Half an hour later, after the three of them came to Mrs. Wu's house, Ye Shaoyang leaned on the wall and took a look. Mrs. Wu was not in the yard, so she probably entered the house, and the cats were not there, only one cat was left , squatting on the persimmon tree in the corner of the yard, with red eyes open, motionless, probably looking after the nursing home.

After Ye Shaoyang returned to the room, he found a branch at random, dug a hole in the ground, took out a sea bowl from his backpack, stuck it in the middle, the mouth of the bowl was just flush with the ground, and then took the piece wrapped in the magic talisman. Put the meat in.

Ye Xiaomeng was still puzzled by his method at first, but now she understands: this can guide the earthworms to crawl into the bowl, making it easier to catch them.

"That's what I did when I was catching nine-scented worms on the mountain," Ye Shaoyang said, "But I used washbasins and chicken blood, and I could catch one in a night."

Ye Xiaomeng wondered, "Why are you catching so many worms?"

"Turn the skin, dry it, sell it in a Chinese medicine store, and play game consoles."

"Playing is useless." Ye Xiaomeng taught in a condescending manner.

Ye Shaoyang smiled, but remained silent.

After his confirmation, Ye Xiaomeng drew an earth fire talisman and threw it into the sea bowl.

The dark green yin fire was burning, roasting that piece of human flesh. The temperature of Yinhuo is very low, it will not burn the meat, but it can let the smell of blood evaporate.

After a while, the smell of blood spread around and got into the noses of the three people. There was an indescribable strange smell, which was definitely not a fragrance.

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