Chapter 320 The Old Ghost Who Likes to Help Others!

"Fuck!"

Seeing the flames, Zhuang Tianhu leaned back as if his tail had been stepped on, the chair fell, and he almost fell to the ground, his face changed drastically, and he didn't know where to throw the cigar in his hand went.

The group of ghosts was even more terrified and scattered, staring at the cluster of flames in Su Hang's hand, their faces full of fear.

"Sanmai True Fire?" Zhuang Tianhu's face trembled for a moment, it's a pity that he is a soul body, otherwise his heart must be beating wildly at this time.

Su Hang was taken aback, and looked at Zhuang Tianhu strangely, "What's wrong with Ghost King? Didn't you ask me to light a cigarette for you old man?"

With that said, he took another step towards Zhuang Tianhu.

"Stop, don't move." Zhuang Tianhu pointed at Su Hang and shouted, his fat face was full of fear, Su Hang took a step forward, but he hid more than a foot back.

Nima, at this moment, Zhuang Tianhu's heart has been cursing, and he actually used the real fire of Samadhi to light a cigarette, this kid must have done it on purpose.

The real fire of Samadhi has great damage to the soul and body. Even if it is a master of the ghost sect realm, it will definitely be injured. It's impossible to take off a layer of skin.

Wan Erniang, Yaoji and other ghosts nearby were also terrified, and they didn't dare to approach Su Hang at all. Although Su Hang's hand was just a cluster of samadhi real fire, it was enough to hurt them.

"Uh, don't you need to light a cigarette?" Su Hang asked knowingly.

"No need, no need, Daoist Chief, you put out the fire first, we have something to talk about." Zhuang Tianhu didn't have the arrogance just now, he was really scared to death at this time, for fear that Su Hang would come to him.

"You should have said it earlier." Su Hang laughed jokingly, and extinguished the real fire of Samadhi. This thing is a deterrent to ghosts, but it consumes a lot.

Picking up a stool and sitting down, if I knew it was so simple, I should have used the true fire of samadhi long ago.

Seeing that Su Hang put out the fire, Zhuang Tianhu breathed a sigh of relief, and walked over slowly, "Forgive me for my blindness, the little Daoist still has this kind of ability, this Samadhi true fire is not something ordinary monks can drive, the little Daoist To have such a level of cultivation at such a young age is probably not as simple as a casual cultivator, right?"

At this time, the tone was somewhat flattering. The True Fire of Samadhi is the sacred fire of Taoism, and only high-level Taoist monks can drive it. Up to now, the Chinese Taoist circle can still drive the True Fire of Samadhi, definitely a slap can be counted come over.

How old is this kid? It was completely beyond Zhuang Tianhu's expectation to be able to drive the Taoist sacred fire. God knows what other skills this kid has?

Is it possible for casual cultivators to drive the real fire of samadhi? Impossible, the driving method of Samadhi True Fire is an absolute secret technique even among the Taoist sects.

"Ghost King, don't talk to me." Su Hang waved his hand, "I said earlier that there is no malice. My name is Su Hang. Don't call me Daoist, just call me Su Hang."

"Uh, ha ha!" Zhuang Tianhu laughed dryly, "Brother Su also calls me Lao Zhuang, so there is no need to call me Ghost King. Since we are neighbors, we can avoid any trouble."

This attitude has changed too quickly.

No matter where you go, strength is the solution to everything, but Su Hang will not be as arrogant as Zhuang Tianhu.

Although these ghosts are indeed afraid of the real fire of samadhi, with Su Hang's current ability to use the real fire of samadhi, unless the old ghost does not resist, otherwise, it is not easy to kill him. After all, the old ghost of hundreds of years, There must be some means.

"Then I won't be polite." Su Hang grinned and called Lao Zhuang.

The group of ghosts were extremely cold, and they greeted them with black faces just now, but they became so polite in a short while, it was really shocking.

After a while, the little ghost Huang Kai came in, followed by a woman in her forties, Su Hang looked at her, she was not tall, she looked very honest, she should be the person he was looking for.

However, the woman's soul and body looked very weak. Su Hang looked at it with yin and yang eyes, and it was almost transparent, as if it would dissipate at any time when the wind blows.

"Big, big, big king, Wang Xuemei brought it." Huang Kai said tremblingly.

Zhuang Tianhu sat back on his seat, nodded slightly, and glanced at Wang Xuemei behind Huang Kai, "Why are you so weak?"

Huang Kai trembled again when he heard this, "She is a new ghost just formed."

After hearing this, Zhuang Tianhu didn't ask any further questions. The newly formed ghost shouldn't be so weak, he must have suffered a lot of torture.

Fearing that Su Hang would blow up his hair, he dared not say this.

"Wang Xuemei, right? This brother Su came to me to beg you to go, you go with him." Zhuang Tianhu said directly to Wang Xuemei, there is no reason to offend a Taoist expert because of a weak soul.

Wang Xuemei was in a daze after hearing this, and looked at Su Hang suspiciously. Obviously, she didn't know Su Hang.

Su Hang said, "I have two friends in Rongda, thank you for saving me that night."

After saying this, Wang Xuemei suddenly realized that there was indeed such a thing. After she died, she was dazed and slowly regained consciousness, but she was already in the body of a ghost, but no matter what, she couldn't get out of the dormitory building. Speaking out to save each other is only out of the responsibility of a dormitory aunt.

Wang Xuemei forced a smile at Su Hang, "I, I don't want to leave."

"Well?"

Su Hang was stunned for a moment, but he was a little surprised. Could it be that he found an organization because he saw a lot of ghosts here?

However, looking at Wang Xuemei's appearance, it seems that there is something unspeakable hidden.

"Why?" Su Hang asked, even if she refused to leave, she still had to have an explanation. After she went back, she could explain to Qin Shiyu and the others.

Wang Xuemei hesitated to speak.

"If you have anything to say, just say it straight, Mr. Zhuang is here and will make the decision for you." Su Hang said, but put a high hat on Zhuang Tianhu.

Zhuang Tianhu laughed dryly, and Su Hang gave him a compliment. If he didn't show it, how could he get off the stage?

"Say it, don't be afraid." Zhuang Tianhu said to Wang Xuemei.

Wang Xuemei knelt down with a thud, grabbed the ground with her head, and wept bitterly, and it took a while to speak out what was in her heart.

It turned out that Wang Xuemei was a single mother with a 12-year-old daughter named Wang Ruixue. The mother and daughter had always depended on each other, but half a month ago, Wang Ruixue suddenly disappeared. The police searched for more than ten days, but there was no clue. Where is Wang Xuemei? After being able to bear such a blow, he couldn't figure it out for a while, so he committed suicide in the dormitory building.

"I'm just such a daughter. If something happens to her, what should I do?" Wang Xuemei cried miserably, which made people feel compassionate.

It seems that she wants to ask Zhuang Tianhu to help her find someone. After all, Zhuang Tianhu is the leader of the ghost world in Sichuan.

"Old Zhuang, it shouldn't be difficult for you to find someone in the middle of Sichuan, right?" Su Hang asked Zhuang Tianhu.

Hearing this, Zhuang Tianhu immediately started to quiver, "Don't tell me anything else, are you looking for someone? That's our specialty. Give me a photo. As long as she is still in the middle of Sichuan, it will take two days at most. No matter whether she is Life is death, I promise to find someone for you."

Su Hang listened, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes fell on Wang Xuemei, "Did you hear that? Mr. Zhuang promised to help you, why don't you thank Mr. Zhuang?"

"Thank you, Mr. Zhuang, thank you, Mr. Zhuang." Hearing this, Wang Xuemei kowtowed to Zhuang Tianhu.

"Helping others is my duty, Lao Zhuang. Get up, and thank you when you find someone." Zhuang Tianhu was very helpful. Perhaps, this is the first time he has done good things in his life. It feels like nice look.

"However, your daughter has been missing for a long time. If she left the middle of Sichuan, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you much." Zhuang Tianhu added that in the world of ghost cultivators, the division of regions is quite different. Strictly speaking, he can only play tricks on his own one-acre three-point land.

Su Hang nodded slightly, he would naturally find a way to help find it, it was just a matter of finding someone.

Then, Zhuang Tianhu drove Wan Erniang away, asked her to take Wang Xuemei down, searched through her daughter's photos, and ordered her subordinates to search for her.

Wang Tong and Yaoji were left, three missing one, but Zhuang Tianhu pulled Su Hang to sit down and asked Su Hang to accompany them for two rounds.

Playing cards with ghosts, this is the first time.

"Uh, I'm not very good at playing."

This Old Ghost Zhuang is really a mahjong fan. Su Hang doesn't want to come with them. Ghosts don't have physical bodies, and they don't see things with the naked eye.

Four people play mahjong, and all three players can see your cards. Isn't this a guaranteed loss?

"It's easy to win if you know how to play!" Zhuang Tianhu was quite enthusiastic. He became addicted to this card, so he didn't care about Su Hang's concerns.

Su Hang had no choice but to sit down, at worst, use some tricks to prevent them from peeking at the cards.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as the cards were stacked, Zhuang Tianhu stopped suddenly, grinning wide, and smiled at Su Hang, "Brother Su, do we have to win some prizes?"

"Well……"

Su Hang hesitated, and said with a smile, "If I lose, I will burn a carload of joss sticks and paper money to you when I go back!"

After hearing this, several people couldn't help sweating.

Zhuang Tianhu laughed dryly, "That thing is useful."

"How to say?" Su Hang asked.

Zhuang Tianhu pointed at Yaoji, "You explain to him."

Yaoji said, "Brother Su doesn't know something, joss sticks and paper money are really useless to us..."

After some explanations, Su Hang got a rough idea of ​​what the Underworld and the Bank of the Underworld were all imagined by mortals. Now the Temple of the King of Hades in Yuzhou is just a monk organization, not in charge of returning souls. from.

After a person dies, the soul dissipates, and only the power of the remnant soul escapes into the world. Only in some special circumstances can it become a ghost to stay.

That is to say, the so-called reincarnation belongs to the patent of the powerful monks in the ghost world. Only the ghost monks who have reached a certain level can directly enter the mother's womb, devour the young soul, capture the body, and regain a new life.