Chapter 792 Are You Sure You Are Here?

Familiar and dreamlike.

Song Anhui has adapted to it.

Her sight quickly fell on Kong Chunxiang.

Unfortunately, the latter was already in a coma and was in a state of dying.

After leaving the ghost road, Su Chen released the restraints, and the black "divine power" lingered again, wrapping Kong Chunxiang, and then most of it was intercepted by Su Chen again.

Xi Meng saw Su Chen pinching his fingers and had to admire him.

"Are you fishing?"

"Continuously sprinkling bait?"

Song Anhui couldn't see anything.

She was puzzled, and she was silent.

Anyway, Taoist Su was willing to take her away, and he would definitely not harm her.

As for the others...

Different professions are like different mountains, even if they explained, I might not understand.

My elder brother taught me that they don't have to be good at everything and control everything, they just need to control good people.

Control people...

Song Anhui looked at Su Chen's back and quickly lowered her eyes.

I'm afraid it's wishful thinking, so I can only settle for the next best thing.

Entering the ghost path again, Song Anhui was already calm.

This time, she could even clearly feel that the temperature of her body was much lower in this state.

This happened more than ten times in a row.

When Song Anhui stepped on the ground again, she heard a noise coming from downstairs.

"Here..."

She subconsciously walked to the window and looked down.

Not far away was a crossroads, with red lights flashing and more than a dozen cars parked.

There were many people on the street, wearing coats, hats, and high heels.

Her sight drifted away, and when she saw a familiar building, Song Anhui narrowed her eyes.

It's across the state.

But this time, Taoist Su walked a little slowly.

As soon as her thoughts drifted away, a voice came to her ears.

"Who are you?"

There was a sense of vigilance in the voice.

Song Anhui subconsciously turned around and saw a white man in a black coat staring at them with light blue eyes.

He held a cane in one hand and a Bible in the other.

It looked familiar.

Song Anhui remembered.

Once when I came to visit my grandmother, I saw him presiding over a prayer ceremony in a nearby church.

Pastor?

The man's eyes quickly fell on Kong Chunxiang.

Through the bloodstains, he glimpsed Kong Chunxiang's vague facial features, and his pupils shrank immediately.

Ximeng smiled: "Did you recognize him? I did it."

She lifted her long hair: "Do you want to avenge him?"

The man stared at Ximeng suspiciously, and seemed very puzzled.

"He actually wanted to see my true body," Ximeng smiled and looked at Su Chen, "He is so bold, can I eat him?"

Su Chen had already seen two pictures from the man through the Sky Eye.

Good harvest.

So it's rare to have the mood to joke.

"Add onions and garlic?"

Ximeng rolled her eyes.

Song Anhui had been observing the man, and when she saw him squinting, she saw that he understood the conversation between Ximeng and Su Chen.

Seeing him secretly lift up the crutches, just about to remind him, the next moment, the man was rolled up by the huge dragon's tail and couldn't move.

The dragon's tail pushed Ximeng's head against the ceiling.

She slowly lowered her head and stared at the man.

"This is even dirtier."

"No matter how much seasoning you add, it won't work."

She looked at Su Chen.

"Will you die this time?"

Su Chen shrugged.

"You can try."

Ximeng tightened the dragon's tail.

The sound of clacking continued.

Song Anhui shook her body.

Her eyes were full of fear as she looked at Ximeng.

Ximeng reached out and picked up the cane in the man's hand.

She observed it carefully and threw it to Su Chen.

"Lightning-struck wood, at least a thousand years old."

"It's a good thing."

Su Chen took it and glanced at it, and decisively tied it with the belt of the cloth bag, with a smile on his face.

Ximeng let go of the man, who trembled and slowly disappeared.

Song Anhui hurriedly reminded: "Not good, Taoist Su, he's going to run away."

Ximeng put away the dragon's tail.

"A trifle."

The next moment, Song Anhui heard a "bang".

The man's figure bounced back by the window.

He looked at Su Chen in astonishment.

The figure disappeared again.

"Bang!"

He was bounced back by the wall again.

This time, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Xi Meng dragged a chair, sat down and crossed his legs.

"I didn't fight."

"Too weak."

Su Chen pinched the hand seal and bound the man as well.

He looked at Song Anhui.

"There is a place called Dashatou. Do you know where it is?"

Song Anhui nodded subconsciously.

Her eyes flickered.

"In N City, I heard that there are many stowaways and vagrants there. Taoist Su, you ask this..."

"Do you have a map? Mark the location."

"Oh, let me see."

Song Anhui searched in the room for a while, and soon found a map from the study and marked the location.

While Su Chen was calculating the distance, Song Anhui asked in a low voice: "Master Su, could the evil god be there?"

Even if she was stupid now, Song Anhui understood that Master Su was just following the clues.

And the melon was obviously the evil god.

Without waiting for Su Chen to answer, Song Anhui pursed her lips: "The environment there is dirty and full of violence, and it is indeed easy to breed evil."

"It's just that there are a lot of people and it's very chaotic, and the evil god..."

She wanted to ask, what form does the evil god exist in.

If she can transform into a human like Xi Meng, maybe she can ask someone to help find it.

But if it was like a ghost, ordinary people couldn't see it at all, or it could possess people, she probably couldn't help.

Su Chen put away the map.

"I won't take these two people with me, you can watch."

"......Ah?" Song Anhui reacted and asked, "Master Su, you, you won't take me with you?"

Xi Meng shook her long hair.

"You want to be minced meat when you go there with your small body?"

"Minced meat doesn't think you have enough meat."

Song Anhui: "..."

Watching Su Chen and Xi Meng disappear, Song Anhui sat down slowly.

Many thoughts flashed through her mind quickly, but she suppressed them one by one.

Nothing was settled.

It's better to be quiet than to move.

At least no one knows that she has returned to China, and she is safe here.

Thinking of this, Song Anhui stood up and quickly checked the layout of the suite.

After confirming that only the man lived in the house and no one would visit suddenly, she was completely relieved.

The hanging heart fell to the ground.

Song Anhui couldn't help but think of the hard days she had spent with him in Dashatou.

It was a place that everyone hated, but it was a refuge for stowaways and vagrants.

They didn't need an identity, and they could get a job that could be paid in cash on a daily basis.

Of course, the salary was also extremely low.

But even so, he didn't want her to go out and show her face.

She couldn't sit still, and seeing that her neighbors were kind, she secretly helped with some manual work.

Although the speed was slow and they often had to redo the work, during that time, there was always laughter and joy in the cramped, short and dark room.

But in such a place, happiness is always short-lived, and sadness is the main theme.

Song Anhui ran with them to the stinky path.

She saw a woman who was stabbed dozens of times and fell in a pool of blood.

Just for a few dozen knives, the woman who once told her stories and made her laugh and bend over died.

Recalling that scene, Song Anhui no longer trembled as she did at the beginning.

But in the memory, she turned around, his face was blurred, but his body was still shaking.

"Azu."

Song Anhui whispered softly.

Then he smiled bitterly.

She was afraid of becoming that woman, and he was also afraid that she would become that woman.

So after being beaten up that time, she chose to be selfish, and he chose to fulfill her.

How ridiculous.

The rich lady gave up everything and eloped with the poor boy.

No, how could she give up everything?

As long as she looked back, she had countless ways to retreat.

And he, was doomed.

On the other side, looking at the dirty and messy narrow street.

Ximeng sniffed: "Are you sure you are here?"