Lookout Men and Widows

Chapter 117

You Ming had a premonition in advance on the day when the three ghost kings came into the world.

Probably not only him, anyone who knows that the ghost king of the three directions is coming, it has been cloudy and rainy for the past few days, and the temperature has dropped more and more day by day. Even in the deep winter, there are six to seven degrees. The last time it was below zero was 50 years ago.

The temperature is abnormal, and the residents are complaining again and again. There is no collective heating here, and the electricity bill of turning on the air conditioner is unbearable.

A few days ago, You Ming coaxed Papa You and Papa Jiang to go to Hainan for vacation, preparing himself for what will happen next.

These days he is wearing a Shayi, and the Shayi needs human blood to support him. You Ming will release a little every day, but not much, and it will not affect his health.

As for the Kong Lantern, Zhou Yuan couldn't use it either, but Yang Rongbao could.

Uncle Zhou Yuan will not leave after he comes. He, like his father, thinks that fighting with ghost kings from all over the world is a once-in-a-thousand-year spectacle. If you miss this time, maybe they will be reincarnated early next time. Take a good look, it's not a loss.

Zhou Yuan couldn't persuade him, and the other party was an elder, so there was nothing he could do.

You Ming wanted to contact Jiang Yu'an, but Yuntong went back to the underworld and told him that he didn't find the boss in the underworld.

"Maybe he has come to the underworld." Yuntong followed You Ming, and he turned into a young man again, with a rare serious expression. He pursed his lips and said, "It is impossible for the three ghost kings to go to the underworld. It is us who went to the underworld. Boss' home."

The underworld does not communicate with each other, and the four underworlds are independent.

Even to go to the underworld, there are other passages. The underworld is actually a huge coffin. Ghosts live in the underworld, and then wait for the day when their souls fly away. Those who want to reincarnate can only ask the ghost king to see if they can pass the ghost gate again. Once Mengpo soup.

You Ming took out a plan and did the math, calculated the exact direction, took the compass and went out.

He is not a road idiot, but if he is in the deep mountains and there is no sun now, he can only rely on the compass to guide the way.

There is also a compass in the mobile phone, but what You Ming is worried about is that if there is a problem with the mobile phone at that time, it will be troublesome, so he still needs to be prepared.

You Ming took the Shayi and the compass and went out. First he drove to pick up Yang Rongbao. As soon as he arrived at Yang's house, he saw Uncle Zheng, a patient who had just recovered, standing on the side of the road alive and well, smiling like a chrysanthemum fluttering in the wind. .

You Ming stopped the car, rolled down the window, and the wind started to blow again in less than half an hour since he left the house.

A passer-by yelled, "Wori! The wind is blowing again!"

After shouting, he ran towards the nearest open shopping mall, and the small shops on the street also quickly closed their doors.

Whether it is a rolling door or a glass door, as long as it can be closed.

The wind has been blowing every night recently, knocking down countless big trees on the side of the road. The thickest one requires two people to hug, and many poor-quality glass in residential buildings have been blown and cracked.

Motorcycles and electric vehicles on the side of the road were blown over and even blown into the distance.

The power is about the same as that of a typhoon, but the provincial capital is an inland city, and this kind of weather is very rare.

The last time was when You Ming was in junior high school.

Folks say that it was the Dragon King who sneezed.

Now You Ming can't drive anymore, so he went to Yang's house to take shelter from the wind.

Fortunately, the apartment that Yang Rongbao rented had a parking lot downstairs, otherwise You Ming would worry about being blown over by the wind when the car was parked outside.

"It's been scraping for the past few days, and it will probably stop in another hour." Uncle Zheng stood beside You Ming very enthusiastically. As soon as You Ming entered the door of Yang's house, Uncle Zheng poured him a cup of hot juice. It's powdery, but it tastes good.

Yang Rongbao was still working on his psychological training, and he asked with the dark circles under his eyes that had been caused by the fear of the past few days: "Brother You... the matter of the ghost king... we mortals can't get involved in anything."

In Yang Rongbao's view, things about ghosts and gods are different from the evils that ordinary people encountered before. When people do evil, he is a celestial master and he should take care of it.

Evil ghosts and evil spirits should also be taken care of.

But now it is a matter between the ghost kings. In fact, the ghost kings are no longer ghosts, but ghosts and gods.

As long as it has something to do with the character of God, it is beyond the control of the industry of celestial masters.

He said cautiously: "I now feel like we are red-clothed cows, rushing forward with their buttocks pouted."

You Ming almost spit out the juice, looked at Yang Rongbao and said, "Your analogy is amazing."

Yang Rongbao sighed and said, "I still have a lot of things I want to do! Thanks to my death, I may be able to be reincarnated in this life because of the blessings I have accumulated in several lifetimes."

You Ming felt that what he said made sense.

Uncle Zheng curled his lips: "If I die, I won't be reincarnated. It's meaningless and tiring."

"It's not bad to live in the underworld, as long as people in the underworld remember to burn more things, they can live like big landlords in the old society."

Uncle Zheng is a man with dreams.

You Ming stood by the window. The air conditioner was turned on in the room. It was much warmer than outside. Even though it was dry, turning on the humidifier didn't help much.

The wind outside was blowing hard, and a tree on the opposite street was blown down and hit an SUV on the side of the road. I guess the owner of the car would not be able to cry when he saw it. It will be troublesome if it is broken.

The wind blew for more than ten minutes, and it began to rain outside. It was still a heavy rainstorm, and it fell on the ground with a crackling sound. There were no pedestrians on the street. Heavy rain, moderate rain under the umbrella.

When the wind stopped and the rain subsided, You Ming took Yang Rongbao to the garage. Although Yang Rongbao had a mournful face, he didn't refuse. Uncle Zheng insisted on going with them because he refused to stay at home.

Sitting in the car, Yang Rongbao said to his master: "Master, you are old and old. If you go, you will hold us back. It was five points thrilling, but you have become nine points since then."

Uncle Zheng slapped Yang Rongbao, blowing his beard and staring: "I'm not old yet! I'm stronger than you, I can run faster than you, and I'm better at spells than you."

Yang Rongbao: "But I have hole lanterns, do you have any?"

Uncle Zheng: "...If I wasn't in the car and I was afraid of getting into a car accident, I would let you know why the flowers are so popular today."

This time, Mr. Zhou and You Ming just called and told them that it was their business whether they came or not.

The car drove onto the road and turned a small road into the mountain. The dirt road here is almost closed. It used to be a road here, but it was very narrow and dangerous. There are more than ten car accidents every year, and even the car overturns with people. There are many cliffs, and later there are new roads and expressways, and no one comes here.

The cement paved road was cracked, plant seeds sprouted in the gaps, and vines were crawling on the ground, and no one came to repair it here.

The concrete road broke soon, and the dirt road behind it, just after it rained, the ground was full of mud.

You Ming jumped out of the car and stepped on the muddy ground. He was wearing a pair of artificial leather Martin boots, which were very thick and of good quality, and did not get in water.

Unlike You Ming, Yang Rongbao was wearing sneakers, water got in after a few steps, and the uppers were covered in mud. He looked at You Ming's feet, and then at his own, feeling sad, and he went out. Why didn't I remember to change my shoes before?

The rain had stopped, but the dark clouds in the sky hadn't dissipated. They were rolling and brewing, like huge dark gray waves, about to crash down.

You Ming walked up the mountain along the dirt road.

Yang Rongbao and Uncle Zheng followed behind him.

This time You Ming calculated the exact direction, he just needed to hold the compass instead of relying on intuition like last time.

He was wearing a Shayi, holding blood beads tightly in his hand, and his mind was full of the tricks and incantations that he had forced himself to memorize during this period.

You Ming has done all the preparations he can, just for today, for now, for this moment he can play the greatest role beside Jiang Yu'an, not to hold Jiang Yu'an back.

You Ming had a serious face, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and recently they were drawn into a straight line.

Yang Rongbao could only see the back of You Ming's head from behind, and secretly said to Uncle Zheng, "I think Brother You is quite confident."

Uncle Zheng also said: "If you have half of his skills and composure, maybe our school can also flourish."

Yang Rongbao curled his lips: "You will put your hope on me, how can you not do it yourself?"

Uncle Zheng coughed lightly: "Who said I couldn't do it? It's just that when I was young, the society was not like it is now, with underdeveloped transportation and communication. You didn't know where you were when I was hungry in the 60s!"

After arguing with his master for a while, Yang Rongbao was not as nervous as before.

After You Ming climbed to the top of the mountain, he looked up and saw the dark gray clouds churning into a vortex, with the center facing the top of the mountain.

I didn't encounter any monsters when I went up the mountain this time. Maybe it was because the ghosts were too heavy. The monsters were waiting for the opportunity and didn't choose to come up at this time. After all, they didn't get any benefits last time.

The top of the mountain was haunted by the dark wind, and You Ming opened his eyes with his hands. He could see ghosts everywhere. The mountains and plains were endless, and the blood-red eyes seemed to overlap, which made people get goosebumps all over.

But these evil spirits didn't pay attention to You Ming.

They are confronting each other, the boss has not fought, and they will not act rashly.

You Ming looked for Jiang Yu'an's figure.

He found Jiang Yu'an almost instantly. This time, Jiang Yu'an didn't stand in the air, but stood on the ground. He stood in front of the ghosts he commanded. Huge stature and weapons.

Jiang Yu'an looked very small in front of them.

But it's not weak, Jiang Yu'an only needs to stand there, and the ghosts following him will not flinch in the slightest when facing hostile ghosts that are larger in number than them.

You Ming didn't know why, but his heart tightened and his breathing became rapid. He reached out and grabbed the clothes on his chest, and his panting became louder.

Behind him, Yang Rongbao and Zheng Shu hurried to You Ming's side.

"Are you okay?" Yang Rongbao was frightened.

You Ming waved his hand, evoking a forced smile in Yang Rongbao's eyes: "It's nothing."

Only You Ming knew how he felt at the moment.

It was as if hot blood was boiling in his chest, roaring and gushing out.

This is probably the real feeling of being alive.

The author has something to say: the text is coming to an end!But there is also a side story, the sweet daily life of Xiao Ming and Sigui Jiang.

There are also some little stories to tell.