Looking at Sanqi, who was like a ignorant deer, Su Jin felt pity and sighed slightly: "Then wait a little longer. Only the blood of the Arhat in the world can kill Meng Po, Meng Qi..."

Speaking of this, Su Jin couldn't even talk about it himself.

The Arhat Wuming is now in the underworld!

After waiting for another three years, during which time, Manzhu Shahua, who was watered every day, had a sprout of tender buds inexplicably, made her very happy. She was so happy that she jumped on the spot, and even pulled Su Jin, who was studying the Yang Juan, and talked excitedly.

The eight hundred miles of barren land may actually cultivate flowers. This heavy harvest made Sanqi happy for several days. In his heart, the status of this pot of flowers was infinitely raised, and the care of Su Jin was even more meticulous than that of Su Jin...

"Sanqi, can't wait any longer."

One morning, Sanqi had just woken up and his right eyelid couldn't stop beating. He felt panic and hurried out of the room. He saw Su Jin standing outside the manor door with a white hat on his head.

The weather today is not good, the wind is very cold, and the yellow sand is rolling, the sky is yellow, the ground is yellow, and the sky is like a hideous bloody mouth, wanting to choose someone to eat. This bad weather, coupled with the words coming from my ears, made Sanqi shudder.

"It's windy today, maybe it's another day..." Sanqi knew that he couldn't stop the other party, but this strange weather would always make people feel unknown.

"I searched through your mother's books, studied Yangjuan for three years, and finally found a path that could lead to the underworld. This road only appeared when the wind blew in the underworld. Today is just right." Su Jin said.

Sanqi suddenly felt like a knife, his eyes were filled with tears, and he cried, "Doctor Su, I'm waiting for you and my mother to come back at home! You must all come back safely, don't leave me alone in this deserted sea of ​​sand."

Su Jin reached out and touched her little head, smiled at her, lowered her hat, and resolutely stepped into the violent storm and sand, and soon disappeared.

...

My mother left and Doctor Su also left. Sanqi felt as if she had lost some kind of pillar in her heart, and she became dumb and stupid. It took more than three months before she could barely cheer up and ferry the dead souls.

"Brother, there is a store in front of you."

In the afternoon, the wind was calm and the sand was quiet. Sanqi sat behind the table with sleepy eyes, her upper and lower eyelids kept fighting, and her little head was bit by bit, as if she was about to fall asleep in the next second.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, a muffled sound suddenly exploded outside the manor, scaring her to tremble all over.

"Go in and take a look, and find out what to eat. When we were alive, we were hungry and full, but now we are not as good as living. We have never heard of ghosts having to eat!" Outside the manor, an evil ghost with a short body and an ugly face held a bone knife in his hand and complained to a burly ghost beside him.

"Please come in, two of you." Qi Yang heard the sound, took a kitchen knife and dressed in a chef's clothes and said with a smile.
Chapter completed!