Nanchen called them directly:

"etc.

Take these yellow money!”

As he said that, he took out a stack of yellow money.

It was lit directly with the candle next to it, emitting green flames and turned into black and gray.

But the old man had a stack of brand new yellow paper in his hand.

Nanchen clapped his hands and said slowly:

"Two, humans and ghosts have different paths.

The world is not where you should stay, don’t leave any souvenirs.

This money should be enough for you two tolls.”

"this……"

The old man and his wife looked at the yellow money in their hands, revealing a hint of strange color.

However, he still bowed to Nanchen.

Then he turned around and left.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a fog of black fog and disappeared into the darkness...

Nanchen saw it without any emotion.

In this world, there are ghosts everywhere.

The panic at the beginning, now the numbness.

He had long been accustomed to it.

After seeing the old man and his wife off, Nanchen saw it was still late.

So I prepared to put away two bowls of tea that had lost the aroma of tea and turned into a clear water.

Then, prepare to go back to the house to sleep.

But at this moment, bursts of clear copper ringtones suddenly rang outside the yard.

From far to near, it keeps coming.

"Lingling..."

"The Yin people go on the road, and the Yang people avoid it."

"Lingling..."

"The Yin people go on the road, and the Yang people avoid it."

The sound is not too loud, but these words make people's scalp numb.

Nanchen's body shook, turned his head suddenly, and stared at the door tightly.

"The corpse-driven bell. Taoist Simu, here..."

Nanchen’s biggest reliance on coming to this world.

It is familiar with the world, all the settings and plots.

If Taoist Simu appears to drive away the corpse, it will inevitably indicate the beginning of Mr. Ren's plot.

Although he was prepared for a long time, Nanchen was a little nervous when he thought about his knowledge.

After a while, waves of neat footsteps approached and stopped outside the door.

A middle-aged man knocked on the door outside the house:

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

"Senior brother, Qiu Sheng Wencai, I am Simu..."

Nanchen hesitated for a little, but still stepped tightly to open the door.

I saw outside the house.

Standing was a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a yellow Taoist robe, holding a yellow cloth prayer flag, a mustache and round-frame glasses.

He was still a little stunned when he saw that it was Nan Chen who opened the door.

But Nanchen noticed behind him.

There, there was a row standing straight.

He was dressed in Qing Dynasty official uniforms, and his face was sallow and yellow.
Chapter completed!