Isn’t the alchemist? Isn’t it the person Yan Ning has been paying homage to for eighteen years?

"Damn it, it's you! Do you know that I didn't even take the college entrance examination in order to give you an incense stick? My beauty, my college!"

Yan Ning wanted to cry without tears, but he didn't expect that the alchemy Tian he paid tribute to was like this.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Shitian waved his sleeves suddenly, and Yan Ning suddenly screamed and flew out, landing next to the corpse of the snake demon.

He heard a strange scream, ran back to Fang Shitian and shouted: "What are you doing! Let me tell you, I have been heartbroken since I was a child. If I had a few long and two shorts, I..."

Fang Shitian smiled slightly: "What are you doing to me?"

"I... I won't burn incense for you!" Yan Ning said that, and kicked all the incense candles beside him.

The fire light went out, and Yan Ning suddenly felt a chill on his back. When he looked back, Fang Shitian's face became extremely ugly.

Yan Ning suddenly felt guilty, but now he was already in a hurry to get rid of the tiger. He still said stubbornly, "Look at you, aren't there just a few candles? As for making you angry like this? I'll light it for you to say a few nice words."

Fang Shitian suddenly flew to Yan Ning, holding his hand and leaving, looking anxious, as if he was hiding something.

Yan Ning exclaimed: "What are you doing? Don't take me to the underworld! I don't want to hear what you say is good. Let me go, I'll light the incense candle for you now!"

"Dingling--"

At this time, the sound of bells sounded on the hillside, and then the sound of suona, gongs, and cymbals gradually sounded, and the sound became louder and louder, so loud that it was about to pierce Yan Ning's eardrum.

"There are still people holding funerals this night?" Yan Ning shouted, covering his ears.

"No," Fang Shitian let go of his hand and said with a gloomy face, "It's him here."

"who?"

"Fan Wuxue."

“Don’t know.”

"He also has another name, Hei Wuchang."

There was nowhere on the hillside, and the yellow paper was floating all over the sky. A faint mist enveloped the hillside. Six pale figures slowly appeared in the fog. They were carrying a black sedan chair on their shoulders and were slowly walking towards Yan Ning.

Yan Ning was a little scared. When the six people walked in, Yan Ning was even more scared!

The six figures carrying sedan chairs were actually six paper men wearing white mourning clothes! The paper men's expression was stiff, their faces were pale, and their cheeks were covered with bright red blush. Just a glance was enough to make people have nightmares for several days in a row.

In Yan Ning's terrified eyes, six paper men slowly knelt down, and along with the black sedan chair, Fan Wuxue's voice was also: "Fangshitian, you are really brave."

The alchemist Tian said lightly: "It's so fast."

The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted by a pale hand, and a man in black and holding a soul-catching chain walked down.

The man's tongue was three feet long, with only a stern white in his eyes, and a high hat on his head, which was the legendary Black Imperial No Rescue!

Fan Wujiu's voice was a little hoarse: "Is this kid him?"

"Ask a question knowingly." The alchemist snorted coldly.

"Then hand him over, you know the consequences of going against the King of Hell." Fan Wujiu had no expression on his face, and there was no sign of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Yan Ning was a little unhappy: "The more I listened, the more confused I became. Can you two explain what happened?"

Fang Shitian glanced at Yan Ning, and then the voice of Fang Shitian rang in Yan Ning's ears: "He is here to catch you. If you don't want to die, just listen to me."

Yan Ning was panicked. Fan Wujiu was a soul-catching messenger, and he would definitely not have a good end if he caught him.

He secretly glanced at Fan Wujiu and found that Fan Wujiu was still indifferent. Only then did he realize that only he could hear Fang Shitian's words just now.

Fang Shitian said again: "I will stop Fan Wujiu later. You run to the bottom of the mountain and escape to the Wumen Medical Center in the town. Remember not to look back!"

Yan Ning was crying and tears: I just came to burn incense. As for the King of Hell? But now I don’t care too much. In any case, it’s better than going to the underworld.

"Have you finished talking?" Fan Wujiu said coldly, "Yang Shitian, your sin is not yet concluded. Now you are still preparing to add more sin?"

Fang Shitian slowly walked towards Fan Wuji: "I only helped me to see my junior brother, but now I understand a lot. Some things that God does not allow, but people must do!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" Fan Wuji smiled for the first time, but his smile was very cold at this time, "Then I will take you both back and let the King of Hell convict himself!"

Yan Ning saw that the situation between the two was not good, so he ran away.

Seeing Yan Ning running away, Fan Wujiu waved his hand and the soul-catching chain in his hand flew towards Yan Ning and hit Yan Ning hard on the back. Yan Ning suddenly felt a dizzy moment, as if his entire soul had been pulled out of his body.

At this moment, Fang Shitian suddenly took action and caught Fan Wujiu's soul-catching chain with his bare hands. Eighteen golden needles suddenly flew out of his sleeves and penetrated directly through Fan Wujiu's body. Fan Wujiu felt pain and groaned:

"Wumen Ghost Technique, the ghost needle among the 108 golden needles, you have practiced the most proficient way!"

Yan Ning sat on the ground and breathed a few breaths, then he regained consciousness. He hurriedly stood up again, rolled and rushed down the mountain, rode a motorcycle parked under the hillside, and disappeared in a flash.

Seeing Yan Ning escape, Fan Wujiu hurriedly made a move. The six paper men carrying the sedan chair behind him stood up one after another and chased Yan Ning's escape, and the speed was even three points faster than the car!

"Leave it for me!" Fang Shitian waved his sleeve again, and thirty-six golden needles flew out and stabbed the six paper men.

Fan Wujiu also took action. A soul-catching chain flew in the air, blocking many golden needles, but the number of golden needles was too large, and five paper men were killed, but only one paper man chased Yan Ning.

Fang Shitian looked at the escaped paper man and felt a little nervous: Yan Ning, life and death are destined, but things are done by man, this is just the beginning - starting with this paper man.

Then, Fan Wuxue's soul-catching chain hit Fang Shitian. Fang Shitian could not dodge and was hit by the soul-catching chain head-on. Fang Shitian's body was weakened by three points, and he looked more transparent and pale.

Fan Wujiu raised the soul-catching chain again, and a cruel smile appeared on his face: "Stop me from catching people, Fang Shitian, let's calculate the grudge between you and me slowly tonight!"

...

Yan Ning rode a motorcycle all the way, and almost climbed into the ditch next to the mountain road several times, but he was shocked and finally returned to the town.

He remembered where the Wumen Medical Center was. It is said that the former owner of the clinic was named Ye Nianchun, who was also a famous doctor of a generation, but because this person was extremely greedy for money and had no money, his reputation was not good.

A few years ago, Ye Nianchun suddenly disappeared, leaving behind a clinic, which was abandoned.

According to Yan Ning's dead father, if Ye Nianchun had not refused to take action, Yan Ning's mother would not have died of dysfunction, so Yan Ning would never have forgotten this clinic.

It was already early in the morning, and the streets in the town were deserted. Yan Ning drove quickly on the street and finally stopped outside an alley.

There is a clinic at the end of the alley. There is a plaque in front of the door, with "A leaf of Wumen" written on it, and the words "The medicine will cure the disease and bring back the spring" and "The life and death of the people, the life and death of the king of hell."

Before Yan Ning could stop the motorcycle, he rushed into the alley and kicked open the door of the clinic.

It is a medicine rack with many medicine names written in traditional Chinese on it. There is also a worn account book on the table in front of the medicine rack, and an abacus with a few abacus beads missing.

The entire clinic was dilapidated and spider webs were everywhere. Yan Ning opened the medicine rack and actually saw a few rotten mice inside.

It seems that no one has visited here for a long time, and the ones that can be taken away have been taken away by the thief.

"Oh my god, Alchemy god, come here quickly!" Yan Ning closed the door, moved two more tables to support him, and then sat on the ground, talking to himself with sweat on his head.

The aged medicinal fragrance in the clinic is mixed with the smell of rotten rats, which is indescribable and unpleasant.
Chapter completed!