Yin Changsheng took his soul and martial artists to Nanshan, preparing to cook the five gods who were not dead. As for the monk Huiyuan and the Taoist Mingli, they went to the royal palace to find Chen, and Yin Changsheng asked them to explore Xu Hongru's situation.

As for the two additional ghosts, Yin Changsheng just vaguely said that it was sent by his family last night.

Monk Huiyuan and Taoist Mingli are like those who want to speak but stop, want to ask your family members why they have to do it themselves?

Isn't it enough to just ask your family to take action, but they didn't ask in the end, but Yin Changsheng saw it.

He didn't explain it either. The more he explained this thing, the easier it would be to have problems. It would be better for them to guess and make up for it by themselves. Maybe they can make up for it.

"Are you sure you remember the location of Nanshan?" Yin Changsheng walked over the morning and couldn't help asking.

The martial artist looked around: "Lord, that's right, this is the place to Nanshan."

It’s not because Yin Changsheng doesn’t believe it. Nanshan, Nanshan, is said to be a mountain. Why didn’t he walk into the mountain? Instead, he walked even smoother? This is not scientific at all.

"We shouldn't have any problems." Yin Changsheng always felt that what would happen next.

His intuition is still very accurate, and he doesn't know what it is.

The martial artists and souls are speechless. You have such a high blessing, don’t do anything casually. Others may just be illusions. Who knows what will happen to your illusions?

"I had known that I should buy a mount skill, so I could ride a horse, almost riding a donkey, but now I have to walk with my feet. I really hope to get a ride." Yin Changsheng just finished complaining, and the luck value of 300 just now burned directly.

Yin Changsheng is a black line at the end.

"I just complained casually, you actually played for me." Yin Changsheng vaguely heard the beating of gongs and drums not far away, and the sound of firecrackers approaching.

From the festive sound of suona, it is likely to be a wedding party, but where can I go to the deserted mountains and rivers to welcome the bride?

"What, this ride-hailing is a wedding car." Yin Changsheng carefully took out the pine stick, and his soul floated on his chest, carrying a walker stick higher than him, while the martial artist floated on Yin Changsheng's head, so he had a wider vision.

A gust of cold wind blew, and white mist kept spreading, quickly covering Yin Changsheng.

"This little gentleman..."

"No, I'm not young." Yin Changsheng interrupted the old voice and replied directly.

The other side was obviously stunned. What is the answer?

"This great man..."

"Please pay attention to your wording. I am not a husband, I am...Wait, I will tell you after I make it up." Yin Changsheng subconsciously quarreled, but after quarreling, he found that there was no word behind him, so he could only tell the truth.

But in fact, Yin Changsheng completely saw the situation opposite through the white fog.

It was not what Yin Changsheng saw, but the thought power of the martial artists was perceived, and then projected into the connection of the thoughts, allowing Yin Changsheng to see the real situation on the opposite side.

The leader is an old ghost, whose appearance cannot be described as ugly, but can only be described as rotten.

There are also some little guys who beat gongs and drums, who look a little better. Although they lack arms and legs, they are not that bad at all.

There was a white sedan chair in the middle, which looked like an eight-carriage car. There were eight paper men carrying them, and a long list of paper men were followed by the back. These paper men were painted with blush and wore bright clothes, including men and women, and I don’t know how they moved.

"Mr. My wife is newly married today, and there is still a groom. I don't know if you want me..." The old ghost in the lead spoke again. He felt that this was the most difficult person he had met.

Because he hadn't finished speaking, Yin Changsheng interrupted again: "Is your married groom now? Good guy, do you have sisters in your wife? I'll make a fortune together."

Yin Changsheng was still a little excited about this. To be honest, he was missing a monster, otherwise he would not have gone to Nanshan to find the Wutong God who was not dead. No matter how small the mosquito meat was, it was still meat, let alone his lack of evaluation.

"Since that's the case, please ask your husband to get on the sedan chair. I will take your husband to..."

"Stop beating, go, it's quick." Yin Changsheng interrupted the old ghost again and had climbed into the sedan chair at some point.

Tell him directly that there is no danger and that his luck has not dropped, which means that it is fine at all and the other party can't do anything to him.

He also asked the spirit and the martial arts strategist, can these ghosts solve it?

Jinghun said it would take some time, but the martial artist was more straightforward and asked Yin Changsheng directly whether he wanted to live.

So, he climbed into the white sedan chair with great confidence.

The old ghost discovered this situation and the whole ghost was in trouble. He always felt that he was being squeezed tightly by the other party's rhythm today.

He also saw Yin Changsheng's spirit and the martial artists. He didn't take it seriously when he saw that there were only two small groups. He was just an ordinary ghost, and he could be as powerful as his wife?

"Get up the sedan chair~" the old ghost shouted, and the paper people lifted the white sedan chair with one hand.

Yin Changsheng was a little curious. At first he thought the sedan chair was made of white cloth, but in fact it was not, but was made of white paper, which was like a joke.

I don’t know what spells this white paper sedan have added. At least he, an adult, sat in a steady state without any slight turmoil.

"What are you doing there? Let's continue playing music and dancing. When we came, the drums were loud, but why did it become dumb when we went back?" Yin Changsheng tore open the curtains of the white paper sedan chair, stretched out his head and shouted loudly.

In the originally quiet white mist, Yin Changsheng's words seemed particularly abrupt.

The old ghost in the lead was even more speechless. He had picked up so many grooms and met such a strange one for the first time.

"Play music." But there is nothing we can do about it at the moment. I can only say that I will follow Yin Changsheng first and wait until I go back, and he will feel better.

You know, his wife is a big deal, and there is no problem when she goes on the way, so she can only do it as it should.

"Bah, what's the quality of garbage?" Yin Changsheng threw out the paper curtains he tore off. The situation made the little ghost beat the drums and drums in the back twitch.

It was my first time to die for so long that I saw such a desperate person.

The main reason is that Yin Changsheng is confident and needs a beating to calm his inflated mood.

Especially after both civil and military affairs, he became even more inflamed.
Chapter completed!