"The monk's character is not good. I will save his life. I will forget it if I say thank you. I will blame me for killing you." When talking about Jingyuan, Lyon shook his head, his character is far worse than his.

"Maybe it's a misunderstanding, Master Jingyuan is very loyal..."

Liao Wenjie didn't give much explanation. Seeing that the entire first floor was empty, he stepped forward and opened Lyon's suitcase, and his whole body was full of equipment.

Water-sucking gun (pistol type) x2, underworld axe x2, magazine (boxed milk) x8...

"Lyon, I personally recommend that you can pour milk into the balloon and use it as a grenade."

“It makes sense.”

Lyon nodded and then said, "I told you that when you subdued demons and demons, you should carry two bottles of milk with you. If you were willing to hear that, would you be so embarrassed?"

"It will definitely be next time."

Liao Wenjie said perfunctorily that he also wanted to use milk to beat ghosts, but he couldn't do it.

When fighting ghosts, you need to use chocolate, and when catching ghosts, you need to use plastic wrap. It will only happen to Lyon. If it is someone else, you can make the ghost laugh to death.

The two of them sprinkled milk all the way, first from the first floor to the seventh floor, then turned back, drove all the ghosts into the basement, and followed them in.

Fenglin Building is an apartment building that has been built for many years. The basement does not have the function of parking vehicles. It is painted dark and has been used as a warehouse.

The ghosts crowded together in the basement. When they saw the two of them walking in, they ran towards the last room. However, after a while, the ghosts went out of nowhere.

"Yes, I said, milk is the nemesis of ghosts, and it's not wrong."

"Yes, yes, the magic power of the Lyon Immortal is boundless, and the sun rises to the east, and you are undefeated."

Liao Wenjie walked into the back room in the basement. In the Yin-Yang eyes, a wall was like a broken mirror, with cracks flashing fluorescent. At the center, about ten centimeters of holes were missing.

The continuous source of yin energy flows out from the cracks, the coolness penetrates the bone marrow and hits the depths of the soul. Ordinary people stand here? In less than two minutes, their souls will be frozen and left.

There is no problem with the walls of the basement, what is wrong is the barriers between the human world and the underworld? I don’t know why it was broken.

Liao Wenjie narrowed his eyes slightly, and his first thought was that the ghost king in the underworld fled to the human world.

"It's strange, why are there more passage here? Still so blatant?"

Lyon mumbled forward? He raised his hand to measure the width of the crack? He even put one hand into the underworld and shook it.

Are you bold? It's just someone like him.

"How is it, have you seen something?"

Liao Wenjie is not that bold? He is used to being cautious and can't do such a thing no matter what.

“There is a problem, and it’s a big problem.”

Lyon frowned? After a while, he pushed his sunglasses: "This passage is not formal, even more illegal? It is far less concealed than the toilet? It is not like the work style of the people below."

Liao Wenjie:(one`' one)

It doesn't make sense to say this sentence. The subtext is quite deep and can dig out a lot of powerful information. But if you want to say this sentence, you will be amazed and think about it carefully. Everyone understands the truth, it's just nonsense.

"Lyon, you are professional in catching ghosts. Is it possible that the fierce ghost in the underworld digs out the tunnel and smuggles back to the world from here?"

"How could I know about this? I don't have a list of eighteen levels of hell in my hand...he legs!"

Lyon spitted into the hole with a mouthful of saliva, and then the water-sucking gun shot twice, confirming that the ghosts on the other side had run away, then squatted down and flipped over in the suitcase.

Cement, sand, milk, spatula...

"What are you doing?"

"If you have a hole, fill it. If you have a man's true nature, what else can you do?"

Lyon took off his coat, held a cigarette in his mouth, looked like a master, mixed the cement and sand together, and stirred it evenly with milk.

Liao Wenjie raised his hand to cover his face: "Lyon, this wall... forget it, just say yes."

"Ajie, I know what you want to say. The key is milk. Believe me, I can always build a wall." Lyon exhaled a puff of smoke, skillfully used a spatula to pick up cement, filling the largest crack.

In Liao Wenjie's yin and yang eyes, the crack that was covered with cement... really stopped shining.

"Damn!"

"What's wrong, Ajie?"

"Nothing, I'll help you."

Liao Wenjie took out the putty knife, picked up cement to fill the smaller cracks, and muttered while working, whether this is considered a yang and a good deed, what a great contribution is it.

Five minutes later, all the cracks were filled, leaving only the big hole in the middle.

During this period, a wild ghost in the underworld was protruded by Liao Wenjie, who was covered with a water gun and shivered back with a scream.

Lyon picked up a large piece of cement and tried it several times but couldn't block the hole. He couldn't help but shake his head: "It's a big trouble now. There are no tools around him, otherwise it would be fine to use milk and mud to burn two bricks."

Damn, you really put the wall here!

Liao Wenjie complained in his heart, and said that it was not a big deal for his seniors to be too fragile, and he couldn't bear it now.

While complaining in his heart, he took out two gold swords: "Look, can you make a bracket?"

"I'll try."

Lyon took the money sword and tried it. It was fine to cross left and right at the entrance of the hole.

"It works, this will fill the hole with the lasting problems forever." Lyon nodded with satisfaction, and then applied the cement and started to dry it.

At this moment, a big hand reached out from the opposite side and took away the two money swords.

"It's outrageous. The shameless thing has stole something on my head!" Lyon was stunned for three seconds, picked up the water-sucking gun and wanted to give the other side a little white look.

At this moment, ripples appeared at the entrance of the fluorescent cave, and a giant who was more than two meters tall flashed out.

"I want to see who is brave and reckless in order to change the cause and effect of the ghost karma. Don't you know that good will be good, and evil will be bad?"

The giant had a burly and sturdy body, with a shawl and a armored strap. He held a three-strand steel fork in his hand. His words seemed to be rubbing with war and swords, and his whole body was covered with a layer of formation and killing spirit.

The most important thing is that the giant has a bull's head, his eyes are two balls of beating green flames, his horns bent to point to the sky, and one of the bull's horns is broken and he has a red cloth belt.

Liao Wenjie: "..."

The shape is too conspicuous, and he can guess who it is without the other party reporting himself.

The Underworld's soul-catching messenger, the bull's head.

Holding a steel fork in hand, he is extremely powerful. He is a yamen runner who patrols and searches for fugitives in the underworld. He is equivalent to a constable in the yamen. He is not a big official, but he is a god with a natural name and a serious name.

When I caught a ghost, I encountered a group of ghosts in the underworld who broke into prison, and bumped into a bull's head with a hole, and I was also left with two money swords...

Liao Wenjie said it was acceptable. There were too many surprises today, and nothing could surprise him anymore.

"Hey, Brother NiuTou!?"

Seeing the bullhead, Lyon was surprised and pulled down his sunglasses and pointed at his face: "It's me, Lyon, a ghost-catching expert, has been doing business for many years, but he didn't expect to meet again here."

"Ah, it's... it's you."

Looking down at Lyon's appearance, Niuta subconsciously took two steps back, and the ghost fire that was pounding in his eyes suddenly shrank.

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Liao Wenjie: "..."

If you read that right, this bull head is a little scared of Lyon... Well, Lyon bull criticism is so popular that people hate dogs, and the underworld all have his bad reputation.

Liao Wenjie expressed his envy, but he didn't say it.

Also, if he took it back, he could be surprised a few more times.

"Brother, I really didn't expect to meet you here... So what, I'm busy with business, I'll talk about it another day."

Niu Tou spoke quickly, and after speaking, he turned around and left.

"Brother Niuto, don't rush to leave! I'll meet again after a long time, I miss you very much."

Lyon flashed and blocked the hole, hehe, forced the bull to retreat two steps: "Last time, my brother pointed out to me and said that milk can restrain ghosts. I tried it and it turned out to be true. I don't know if there is any insider information this time, so I'll reveal it if it's convenient."

NiuTou: "..."

Milk can control ghosts, why doesn’t he know?

Liao Wenjie: "..."

It turns out that this is how milk restrains ghosts. He believed Lyon's nonsense before, and he really thought it was the experience summarized by catching ghosts for many years.

"Brother, why are you so shy when you speak?"

Lyon took two steps forward again: "You should be tougher when you catch people. If you have your body, you will definitely look at people with your nostrils every day, and your voice will be as big as you want."

Liao Wenjie: "..."

A pure passerby said something. When Niu Tou first came, he spoke loudly and pointed his nostrils at people.

"My brother, after many years of separation, your supernatural powers will be further improved. Few people in the world can do anything to you, and it is even more impossible for ghosts to be caught. The inside information about catching ghosts..."

Niu Tou shook his head: "It's not that there is no, but brother Wei can't think of it for a while. After all, the superficial tricks are not worthy of you at all."

"Indeed, I am so tall and very few people can match me."

Lyon pushed his sunglasses, nodded in agreement, and then looked at the three steel forks in Niu Tou's hand: "Brother Niu Tou, this weapon..."
To be continued...