I was full of doubts. Could this Ren Shuai be a ghost from the underworld? Or, he is much awesome in the underworld than Bai Wuchang, so after being fucked by Lao Bai, Lao Bai was afraid that he would punish him after he returned to the underworld to restore his memory, so he simply turned away Ren Shuai out?

I instantly had a big idea, but no matter which type it was, I felt that it was inconsistent with Ren Shuai. This guy was timid and vulgar, so how could he look like a guy with a huge reputation?

"He doesn't seem to be a ghost?" Yuwei, who was sitting next to me quietly, suddenly pulled me and said with some uncertainty.

The old ghost head and I looked at her in surprise, not understanding why she said this.

"Sir, why did you say this?" The old ghost head obviously knew Yu Wei's true identity and showed great respect. In front of Yu Wei, he was like a well-behaved elementary school student, looking for knowledge and learning.

I was a little stimulated, and it was really hard to connect this guy with the old ghost who loved money.

"I can't explain it clearly. In him, I have a feeling of the same level. I always feel that he is at least like a ghost king."

Yuwei frowned and looked at Ren Shuai inside. The guy actually felt something. He turned his head and smiled at us with a flattering smile. That was humble!

I'll go! I really can't believe that this unconscionable goods will be no less than the Ghost King. Besides, how long has he been dead? Is it twenty years?

"Ghost King? Not the King of Hell!" The fat guy was beating him. Immediately, a big steamed bun with green bags rushed in.

I almost burst into laughter. The fat man looked like a beating refugee, but he still had a humble smile on his face.

"King of Hell?" Yu Wei took it seriously, browsed and suddenly said, "Maybe he is not a ghost at all!"

Not a ghost? Then how did he die unjustly?

I laughed dryly, not embarrassed to refute Yuwei. The fat men also had strange eyes and chose not to discuss this issue anymore.

The fat man quickly changed the subject and said that he was beaten by a rich second generation in the morning, but he made a low-level soul-sucking spell for the rich second generation and put it in his pocket, and he didn't know what would happen tonight.

I was sweating profusely when I heard this. This fat man actually cursed someone. He did such an immoral thing, and he was not afraid of damaging his good deeds.

"Tsk, what are you afraid of! Is it that my brother is a short-lived boy, afraid of damaging this kind of good deed? At worst, I can live a few years later!" The fat man grinned and showed a sense of ruthlessness in his obscene eyes.

"Besides, that's the lowest level soul-attracting spell, which will attract at most two lonely ghosts with no attack power."

I sighed. Although the fat man is careless, he is very strong at heart. This rich second generation must have done too much, so he made the shameless fat man do such a thing.

But seeing that he didn't take the initiative to say it, I would never mention it.

"Who said that Jueyang boy is a short-lived ghost?" The old ghost rolled his eyes wildly, then looked at the fat man with a smile, and said, "As long as you learn the yin and yang technique, you can protect yourself. What are the fears of those ghosts who want to suck you?"

The old ghost said it very well, and the fat man was stunned when he heard it, and was almost fooled by the old man to become a disciple on the spot.

I stopped the two of them from talking nonsense and prepared to clean the fat man's wounds. As a result, the Huangquan specialty store did not even have some tissue boxes of cotton gauze. I was so drunk. Seeing the fat man screaming in pain, Yuwei volunteered to buy cotton and so on.

Five minutes later, I had cleaned the fat man's wounds, and Yuwei came back, carrying a big bag of things. I opened it in wonder and saw that the black line on my forehead skyrocketed.

There are so many kinds of things inside, and the one that takes up the most space is at least half a pound of cotton! There is also a bag of auntie scarf!

"Sister-in-law, are you here?" Fatty little guy, didn't think about it, will a thousand-year-old zombie come to your aunt? Besides, even if he can, he is your sister-in-law, so you ask with shameless questions?

"Auntie?" The old ghost head curiously stretched his head and looked at him, almost unable to hold back his laughter. However, thinking of the terror of the corpse king, he coughed a few times, snatched up and down, left and right, and then said seriously: "This is also cotton, tear it open and pack it up, no problem."

After saying this, my fat man and I suddenly looked bad. Can you use your aunt's scarf as cotton? Is it really good to wrap it on your head?

Yuwei never understood what auntie and aunt were. She asked me curiously, and I had a bitter face. Fortunately, my grandfather came back, distracted Yuwei's attention and I felt relieved.

Grandpa brought a lot of things, even military tents, convenient cooking utensils, ropes, and shovels. It seems that he is preparing to work in the provincial capital.

Half an hour later, except for the old ghost head, we all set off. Ren Shuai begged for the soul talisman of Zhang Gu and followed us to set off towards Xiao Yunshan.

Since we had no car, we had to take a taxi. When the strange combination of three people arrived at the foot of Xiaoyun Mountain, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. Fortunately, it was cloudy today, and Ren Shuai was like a fish in water, following us, running around like a prisoner who was venting the wind.

Xiaoyun Mountain covers a large area, with several hills on the mountain range, which makes people dazzled. Grandpa pointed to the highest hill, which was densely packed with woods, and there seemed to be no villages at all, and there was no farmland. It was in sharp contrast with the fields on other shorter hills.

Grandpa took us up the mountain from the foot of the mountain in Yiyang. On the way, we passed two or three villages. The villagers were curious when they saw us, especially the two big bags of things that Fatty and I carried for our grandfather, which were very eye-catching.

It took us more than two hours to reach the highest mountain.

For some reason, this mountain is extremely desolate, as if no one has entered it for many years. The towering trees and vines are entangled. Looking at it, you can't find a suitable path for walking.

Fortunately, my grandfather prepared a few hatches, and the three of us started to move forward while driving the road, and our speed slowed down. My grandfather stopped from time to time to fiddle with the compass and find a location. Later, Yuwei couldn't stand it, so she walked to me in two or three times, stretched out her legs, and began to sweep.

The speed and strength made us feel inferior to that. The fat man even admired him and wanted to kneel down to Yuwei.

Grandpa put away the compass, looked at Yuwei who kicked down more than a dozen trees in an instant, nodded and muttered: "This grandson-in-law is not bad. I will definitely find her heart for the old man and let her completely resurrect her. Then, I will give birth to a bait for our Fang family."

I was so amazed and laughed. This is really my dear grandfather. Now he is thinking about his great-grandson. He doesn't think about it. Can a zombie give birth to a child?

No! Grandpa said he was completely resurrected? I suddenly realized that the old man was hiding something from me. Could it be that Yuwei is not resurrected now? What is the situation?

Yuwei rushed to the front with a red face. It seemed that she heard grandpa's muttering. Grandpa found out that he let out a mouthful, coughed twice, pointed to the northeast direction, and said, "There is something happening there."

I snorted coldly. I couldn't get what the old man didn't want to say, and I was too lazy to ask. I followed Yuwei with the fat man and drove a way out.
Chapter completed!