Zombie World: My Dao Fa can be cultivated by myself!

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Dong Xiaoyu, electricianIn the shadow, the one who was in a relationship with Qiusheng.

The original appearance is also beautiful, but unfortunately, the soul body is the soul body. After death, it will still take the appearance of death before death, and the scars on the face directly destroy Dong Xiaoyu’s beauty.

However, Ye Qing doesn’t care about that, he’s just here to ask…

At this moment, in the tomb, Dong Xiaoyu looked strangely at the two people who were approaching her outside. The old one, she felt a little scared, and the young one, she also felt a vague sense of threat. In short, anyway, She was afraid, didn’t dare to make trouble, and didn’t dare to move around, for fear that the other party would find something, so she took her own female ghost…

“Come out, it won’t hurt you, I want to ask you something!” Ye Qing looked quite amused, stood in front of Dong Xiaoyu’s tombstone, and said lightly.

Dong Xiaoyu’s body trembled, but she still didn’t dare to move. She thought this young guy was cheating on her…

“Hehe, if I don’t come out, I’m going to demolish the grave!” Ye Qing spoke again, staring straight at Dong Xiaoyu’s soul body hidden in the grave.

“do not……”

Dong Xiaoyu was startled, she opened her mouth quickly, and carefully poked her head out. She looked so pitiful, I really felt pity, but soon, when the sun shone, she retracted back to the tomb in horror, and there was a sad voice. It sounded slowly: “Master, the slave family is a ghost, it is inconvenient to come out. If you have any questions, just ask!”

All right……

Ye Qing is not too hard on others. Knowing that Dong Xiaoyu has not yet reached the path of not being afraid of the sun, he thought about it and asked in a low voice, “Let me ask you, how many years have you been a ghost?”

“The little girl has been a ghost for 18 years. She is floating on this mountain. She has no relatives at home, and no one worships. Therefore, the little girl stayed in this grave and failed to reincarnate and leave…” Dong Xiaoyu hurriedly explained, for fear that Ye Qing was here to trouble her.

Since he has become a ghost, he should go to the underworld instead of hanging around in the world.

Dong Xiaoyu knew that those Taoist priests with profound mana would clean up the ghosts left in the world. He thought that Ye Qing and Jiu Shu were also…

Well, Ye Qing is not, but Ninth Uncle seems to be…

“Haha, eighteen years…”

Uncle Jiu narrowed his eyes, is this ghost planning to stay in the world and not leave? Moreover, looking at Dong Xiaoyu’s strength again, it is not as simple as an ordinary wandering ghost, at least it is a resentful spirit with some resentment.

The cold light in Jiu Shu’s eyes flashed away, this Dong Xiaoyu, either into reincarnation, or let it disappear, save the scourge of the world!

“The Daoist…”

Dong Xiaoyu felt the cold killing intent in Jiu Shu’s eyes, and was frightened in his heart. He quickly knelt down, kowtowed as if pounding garlic, and exclaimed: “Daoist, the slave family has never harmed anyone, and has no intention of doing evil, and I hope the Taoist has mercy. , raise your hand high!”

“Hehe, Ninth Uncle, this is your indifference, what are you doing to scare a little girl?” Ye Qing shook his head and smiled, and patted Ninth Uncle on the shoulder.

“Little girl?”

The ninth uncle looked at Ye Qing strangely, pointed to the year on the tombstone, and said, “This female ghost was already in her twenties when she died, and eighteen years after her death, what about the little girl?”

“I was in my twenties in my last life, I’m in my twenties in this life, and I’m still in my forties…” Ye Qing murmured…

“What did you say?” Ye Qing’s voice was very low, and Ninth Uncle obviously didn’t hear it clearly.

On the other hand, Dong Xiaoyu, who was kneeling on the grave, looked at Ye Qing with a strange light, and someone still remembered the events of his previous life? Could it be that Meng Po soup is mixed with water?

Oh, by the way, the masculinity in this person’s body is like a scorching sun, and he is obviously also a practitioner. It seems that it is not difficult to remember the events of the previous life…

“Cough, it’s nothing, Dong Xiaoyu, let me ask you, have you seen any other feng shui master here in the past 18 years, especially the feng shui master who stayed at the grave of Mrs. Ren?” Ye Qing coughed twice. Looking at Dong Xiaoyu, he asked seriously, it was time to do business.

“Mr. Feng Shui?”

Dong Xiaoyu was stunned for a while, and quickly replied: “Yes, yes!”

“Huh?” Ye Qing and Ninth Uncle looked at each other with a chill in their hearts…

But I heard Dong Xiaoyu continue: “This mountain range looks at Longtou Mountain from a distance, next to Panlong Mountain, and you can see Pigeon Valley even more. Come here to see the feng shui of the mountains, and everyone who comes here to see the feng shui of the mountains. The gentleman will stop at the grave of the old man, and say something inexplicable such as [rare dragonfly touching the water hole] [unfortunately, unfortunately]!”

“Okay…”

Ye Qing and Ninth Uncle looked at each other, smiled bitterly, and made a happy co-authorship, but anyway, since you don’t know the whereabouts of Mr. Feng Shui, let’s assume that Mr. Feng Shui is still alive, and assume that he may come back to find trouble later , in short, be prepared for everything…

And there is the corpse of the old man…

“Qiusheng Wencai, put a plum blossom incense array on every grave, and tell me what it is like!” Jiu Shu turned his head suddenly, looked at the two apprentices who were idle in the distance, and drank.

Ye Qing looked at Dong Xiaoyu’s tombstone, there was no incense stick and paper money, shook his head, put the incense in his hand in front of the monument, and said with a smile: “It is pitiful if there is no incense and no fire, you can keep this incense, okay, go…”

In the tomb, Dong Xiaoyu stood up and looked at Ye Qing’s back, with a curious look in his eyes…

“Thank you…” After a long time, she whispered!