The Millennium After Dying Young Chapter 12: Why don’t you let me try?

Xu Le has reason to believe that the old Taoist should have really seen it, otherwise it would be impossible to show such sincerity and fear.

Because those people in the corner are not human beings.

The one in the front is wearing a black tights and holding a soul-hunting rope. His appearance is almost the same as Xu Beibei at night, and he is obviously a ghost.

The seductive rope in his hand was wrapped around the old man's neck. Half of the old man's soul had left his body, but half was still in his body.

If you think about it, this is the key reason why the old man is half dead.

There are two "persons" standing behind the ghost messenger. These two guys have big backgrounds. I'm afraid it's the reason why the old Taoist almost kneels when they meet.

These two people, one is completely black, the other is completely white, with a bright red tongue almost reaching the abdomen, looking extremely terrifying.

They all wore tall pointed hats and each had a feather duster. Anyone who knows the goods knows that this thing is called a mourning stick, and it is the status symbol of the emissary of the underworld.

At this point, the identities of the two are ready to be revealed.

Black and white impermanence!

When Xu Le entered the door, he found the existence of the three guys, and felt very surprised.

Because this black and white impermanent shape is very different from his impression.

Hei Wuchang stepped on a purple auspicious cloud, which was elegant and full of style.

Behind Bai Wuchang is a rapidly spinning tornado, which looks very domineering.

These two guys actually have cars.

Of course, this is not the reason for Xu Le's accident.

He just couldn't figure it out a little bit, you said that Bai Wuchang was riding a tornado, so what do you mean by his body spinning along with it?

And while spinning, you can chat with two people around you, which is unheard of.

With these two guys, Xu Le chose to wait and see what happened, and then he was going to talk to a few guys after the people dispersed. He didn't want to be treated as a **** by a room full of people.

Unexpectedly, the old man came at this time, so Xu Le took advantage of the opportunity to tease him, but he didn't expect the old man to see him, it was really a surprise.

"What did you see?" Xu Le still couldn't believe it.

The old Taoist said with trembling lips: "True...True Monarch!"

Xu Le believed it now, and looked at the old man unexpectedly. Unexpectedly, this guy really has two brushes.

The old man also reacted at this time, and looked at Xu Le in shock: "How can you see it?"

"It's not important." Xu Le waved his hand: "The key is that these two guys are here, and things may not be that simple."

These days, Hell is similar to logistics companies, and they all implement the regional contracting system. The ghost messengers are the contractors in each area, responsible for everything in that area, with a clear division of labor. Only when encountering extremely difficult things will they report to the next level for help.

Impermanence in black and white is the general leader of these ghosts.

Since the implementation of this set of plans, Impermanence in Black and White has been much freer. Generally, the little ghosts can handle it by themselves, but if it doesn't work, they call the senior ghosts. There are still officials on top, and they rarely have to come forward in person.

But today, not only did they appear, but they also came together.

It is enough to show that the matter of the old man is no small matter.

Obviously the old man agreed with this point of view, he swallowed his saliva, with an expression of "I'm scared to death", and remained silent for a long time.

Xu Le urged: "If you don't speak, hurry up and open the altar. If this continues, the old man may not be able to hold on."

"Pindao suddenly feels unwell...how about you come?"

The old man had a broken face, and asked him to fight with ghosts, what kind of international joke is he making? !

He doesn't want to die yet!

Xu Le shook his head: "I don't know what you do, it's really not good, you go to talk to them, anyway, they are also Taoists, I believe they will give you this face."

The old Taoist rolled his eyes. If he had such a big face, he would have made a fortune long ago, and he still eats and drinks every day?

"Rong Pindao slowly, hey, I'm getting old, and my legs and feet are weak..." The old man sat down and pretended to be dead.

Xu Le said unhappily: "What do you want?"

The old Taoist pretended not to hear, blowing his beard and looking away, it is better to live than to die, losing face is worse than losing life!

Looking at the old man's refusal to enter, Xu Le really regretted it. If he knew it, he wouldn't have come to remind him. Wouldn't it be better to let this old boy die by himself?

Thinking, Xu Le nodded: "I can go, but you have to help me hold these people back, don't let them divert their attention to me, is it okay?"

"...uh."

The old Taoist almost thought he had heard it wrong, so he clasped his ears and nodded hastily.

This kind of thing that dead friends don't die poor people is the most popular thing to hear.

After Xu Le finished speaking, he walked towards the corner of the wall, leaving the old Taoist with a mysterious and tall back.

The old man watched Xu Le walk away slowly with the eyes of a dead man, the corners of his mouth twitching constantly.

Is this guy really desperate? !

Black and White Impermanence has an excellent reputation in the world, however, they are not easy to get along with characters. Ordinary people who saw his real body would suffer serious illness at least, or die at worst, which is even more terrifying than the plague god.

But Xu Le said that he wanted to talk to them, who would die if he didn't die?

In a flash of thought, seeing that Xu Le was about to walk to the corner, the old Taoist hurriedly said, "The altar is up!"

In one sentence, it attracts everyone's attention. Then he picked up the wooden sword and danced it like a juggler, chanting words, which really looked like he was catching ghosts.

While tinkering, the old Taoist secretly watched Xu Le's progress.

As a result, the old man almost vomited blood.

Xu Le didn't go forward to chat with Black and White Wuchang at all, but stood aside, as if watching a play.

"What is this guy doing?"

The old man muttered, but he didn't dare to neglect right now, so he could only continue.

The old man didn't know that Xu Le really planned to talk to them directly at first, but when he came over, he heard these people talking about the old man.

Just listen to Hei Wuchang's sharp voice and ask: "... I ask you, who's soul do you want you to seduce?"

The ghost messenger said tremblingly, "Nan Zhenguo."

"Then who did you tick?"

"Nan Zhenguo!"

"Who is ticked now?"

"Nanyuan Mountain..." After finishing speaking, the ghost messenger seemed to be about to cry, only to hear him say sadly: "True Monarch Mingjian, the time has come before, I will attack Nan Zhenguo, who would have thought , I don’t know what’s wrong with this soul-hunting rope, it’s actually attached to Nanyuan Mountain, so I invite the two true monarchs to come and rescue it!”

Xu Le was dumbfounded when he heard that, it turned out that the one who was going to die today was Nan Zhenguo, that is, Nan Xiaoxi's old medicine jar. In the end, for some reason, he mistook the old man for Nan Zhenguo.

This is the big deal!

Forcibly seducing souls is the most serious illegal operation in hell. This ghost will probably have to be stewed in oil for a long time.

Xu Le looked at the half of the old man's soul sympathetically, only to find that the old man was also looking at him in surprise. It turned out that he was still conscious. However, his current situation is very bad.

With the hook hanging around his neck, he looks at black and white impermanence for a while, and ghosts for a while, his face full of horror.

"Don't worry...hehe...Since the matter...hehe...has happened...hehe...then...hehe...find a way to solve it...hehe...that's it! "

Bai Wuchang spoke. This guy was spinning while talking, with air leaking out of his mouth. A sentence was abruptly formed into several paragraphs.

Xu Le noticed that the corners of Hei Wuchang's mouth seemed to twitch a few times.

The ghost messenger said: "I also ask the real king to express it clearly."

"Huhu..." Bai Wuchang opened his mouth again, but before he could speak, Hei Wuchang stopped him in time: "Let me tell."

Then Xu Le saw that Bai Wuchang cast a confused look at Hei Wuchang with a circle as a cycle.

Hei Wuchang explained: "It's fine for me to say this kind of trivial matter, and you rest."

"Hoo hoo... good!" Bai Wuchang shut up with a puzzled expression.

Hei Wuchang finally heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head and said to the ghost messenger: "Living souls are different from dead ghosts, and this person has no cultivation, you can't completely hook it out, and you can't press the half of it out." Go back. If this happens for a long time, this person will become a living dead in the eyes of mortals."

The ghost messenger nodded anxiously: "Yes, Zhenjun, what should I do."

"Don't worry, this has happened since ancient times. The emperor has already arranged for it. You only need a soul-fixing orb to restore it. It's just that you will be punished for acting like this!"

The ghost messenger said dejectedly: "I would like to hear from Zhenjun!"

"That's it, I will deal with the matter in front of me first!" Hei Wuchang said, reaching into his arms and groping.

The ghost waiter watched Heiwuchang groping and groping in his clothes, but he couldn't find anything for a long time.

"Hey, where is my Dinghun Orb?" Heiwuchang's face changed drastically, but because he was completely dark, outsiders couldn't see it.

"Huhu...you...you...you forgot?" Bai Wuchang reminded.

Hei Wuchang slapped his head and said angrily: "A few days ago, a group of new ghost agents came from the underworld. They often hooked up the wrong souls, and the spare soul-fixing beads were used up. It's strange to say, the thing about the wrong souls recently. There are so many." Hei Wuchang's voice became softer and softer, and it turned into a muttering at the end, but Xu Le heard it clearly.

So Xu Le was stunned, why should this underworld be so unreliable? !

"Don't worry, just take me to the Great Emperor to get some." Hei Wuchang shook his head, with a melancholy expression on his face: "It's just that this will definitely alarm the Great Emperor, and I'm afraid the two of my brothers will also be implicated. Punishment!"

Ghost messenger's face showed shock: "If you implicate Zhenjun, the little ghost is really to blame for death!"

"Stop talking about this, wait for me to get it!"

"Dare to ask Zhenjun, how long will it take?" The ghost messenger looked at the old man in front of him with a worried expression on his face.

Hei Wuchang thought for a while and said: "Originally three to five days would be enough, but the emperor went to the Buddha's lecture conference, and he came and went back and forth. In terms of human time, thirty to fifty years would be enough."

"Hoo hoo...he is quite agile in handling things." Bai Wuchang commented.

Guicha and Xu Le were shocked at the same time!

Looking at the meaning of Bai Wuchang, are you quite satisfied with Hei Wuchang's estimated time? !

Thirty to fifty years, I'm afraid the old man's bones will be rotten, so why do you still need your soul-fixing beads? !

Xu Le knew that he could not rely on these unreliable guys, so he finally said:

"Why don't you let me try?"