I'm not the underworld

Chapter 273 Showing a big face

"I'm afraid!" Tao Yiran tightly held the two wooden and copper coin swords in his hand and said.

"..." Chen Yifan was speechless, and glanced at Huang Yan.

Huang Yan nodded, directly took off the messy things on his body, and threw them aside.

A group of people just went out.

The chug sound of the tractor was heard all the way on the dirt road, and a group of people yelled and laughed and went to Longquan Lake to catch ghosts.

The old farmer driving the tractor shook his head speechlessly when he heard their conversation. It was another group of young people who were not afraid of death. Are water ghosts so easy to catch?

Fortunately, today the eminent monks from Xiaojinguang Temple came to the lake to perform rituals to catch ghosts, so it’s okay to let them go to see and see, otherwise he would not agree to bring these young people there, fearing that a few more lives will be explained.

How did the old farmer know that these noisy young men had already become a shadow in the minds of all those who came to Longquan Mountain to snatch treasures.

After yesterday, Yang Shande and the others never appeared again, as if they just disappeared.

Long Xuan, who was the only one who witnessed all of this, stayed behind closed doors, causing speculation among other forces who came to seize the treasure.

They were amused when they heard that Yang Shande brought someone to trouble Mr. Tao and his party. This Mr. Tao provoked the Xuexue Sword Sect, so it might be a good show.

The Tao family is rich, so I don't know how much profit they will sell to settle this matter.

As for Yang Shande and others being settled by two unknown practitioners invited by Tao Yiran, they really never thought about it.

But now, Yang Shande and others disappeared, and Mr. Longxuan who witnessed the incident that day did not stay behind closed doors, which really shocked people from other forces.

Human curiosity is strong, even among practitioners.

For example, at this time, there are quite a few practitioners trying to find out the truth about that day, the truth about the disappearance of Yang Shande and others!

There is a young son from the Shangguan family in Central China, who has a pair of celestial eyes since he was a child, and can see the past and future. According to ancient records, when the celestial eyes are Mahayana, he can see 33 days at a glance from the top, and penetrate the darkness from the bottom.

At this moment, the young master took advantage of Chen Yifan and the others to go out, and accompanied by a group of subordinates, came to the courtyard where Chen Yifan was renting.

Shangguan Jinghong, sixteen years old, was wearing a light blue sportswear with a pair of sunglasses on his face.

Walking to the open space in front of the house, he took off the pair of sunglasses on his face, his eyes were surprising.

Double pupils!And the pupils of the eyes are not black and white, but alternate between purple and black.

Those eyes seemed to be filled with stars and seas, like the top jewels, beautiful and delicate.

It's a pity, if it's an ordinary person, I'm afraid it's too late to appreciate this beauty, and I will be scared away by this double pupil, right?

Under the watchful eyes of five or six servants, Shangguan Jinghong turned his head to look around, and then his eyes stopped at the place where Huang Yan, Yang Shande and others were fighting yesterday, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Huang Daxian, it's interesting! Could it be that those two "people" are from the Northeast?"

Whispering, Shangguan Jinghong's face suddenly changed, and his expression moved a bit.

"That guy from the Crystal Palace...how is that possible? I'm afraid he will be punished by God if he marry someone?"

"This!" Not long after, Shangguan Jinghong's face changed drastically again, and an unbelievable expression appeared in those shockingly beautiful pupils.

Immediately, he hurriedly put on his sunglasses, turned around and left.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"what happened?"

"What do you see?"

Seeing his sudden movement, several subordinates were stunned and asked aloud.

"Yang Shande and the others should be dead. These two guys are not human! Don't mess with them!" Shangguan Jinghong replied.

……

At the same time, in another small village halfway up Longquan Mountain, people from four or five sects and families gathered together.

Among them, a white-haired, boyish-looking old man in linen with long hair was sitting in front of a low table. A tortoise shell on the table had been cracked.

"Send a letter to the Xuexue Sword Sect!" the old man in sackcloth said in a daze looking at the broken tortoise shell.

"He Xin?" asked a middle-aged man in his 60s and [-]s next to him.

"Report the mourning letter! The disciples they sent this time should be wiped out." The old man in sackcloth replied.

"Master Tao invited those two young people, who are they?" A middle-aged man in his forties with a Chinese face asked impatiently.

"I don't know, but... they all refer to death. I don't know whether he will bring death to others, or he himself is..."

"Another ghost boy?" The middle-aged man with a Guozi face trembled.

"Maybe..." The old man in sackcloth opened his mouth, his expression was a bit tangled, and he seemed to have something to say, but he didn't say anything in the end, he just nodded.

"This treasure hunting journey is difficult!"

"Old Ling, have you figured out whether the treasure fell into the hands of those two?"

"If I figured it out, do you think I will tell you?" The old man in sackcloth smiled calmly, picked up his teacup and took a sip.

The people around looked at each other, and they could only sigh helplessly. This is true, the old man in hemp clothes, He Lingzi, also has his own sect, and he is also here to seize the treasure.

……

Chen Yifan didn't know that he had already shown his big face in front of the leaders of various families and sects, and was following Tao Yiran, Huang Yan, Ao Lingyuan and others to the edge of Longquan Lake on a tractor.

Longquan Lake is at the foot of Longquan Mountain. It is a small lake with clear water. It is one of the reservoirs that supply water to the city of Shu.

Because the surrounding scenery is not bad, this place has become a small scenic area, and there are a few farmhouses by the lake.

When Chen Yifan and the others arrived here, they saw forty or fifty villagers sparsely surrounded by the lake. They could be seen vaguely, and one of them was cast on a temporary platform.

A slightly fat monk in his 50s and [-]s was dressed in cassock and dressed up, leading several young monks to perform rituals.

"Someone has already come first! Why don't we just go and play around, and leave the ghost hunting to that great monk." Seeing this, Tao Yiran suggested to Chen Yifan.

Chen Yifan glanced at him.

"Well, pretend I didn't say it!" Tao Yiran shrugged.

But soon, he leaned over again and said, "However, they have really hired someone to catch ghosts. We just meddle in our own business, and they may not be happy about it!"

"Shut up! Could it be that the name of another family is written on this water ghost? I can only catch them if they agree?" Chen Yifan said as he got out of the car and walked over.

Just as they walked over, and the eminent monks invited by the villagers were still chanting sutras on the altar to "save" the water ghost, the villagers who were watching the ritual suddenly became chaotic, and some villagers shouted loudly.

"Someone fell into the water! Someone fell into the water!"

"Water ghost, it must be that water ghost! I saw it!"

"Master, what should we do? Someone fell into the water!"

(End of this chapter)