"Last year, the painting was sealed outside the door. At three in the morning, I came out and looked at it. I have been there now."

The travelers who guarded the Siheyuan greeted a way like the sea of ​​Moses and made Wei Yan reach the front.

Zhou Xiyang frowned: "I promised him to clean up the street and restore the outside as the beginning, but there is no reaction of the New Year's painting."

Speaking of this week, Xiyang wanted to speak to Wei Yan. The time when Nezha Ling appeared was just a thousand broccolious paper and the big blood paper that peeled the butcher. Before that, Qianjia paper swept the drums and drums. At the same time, he did not show up.

Obviously, compared to those ghosts 'disappearances' in the 擂 擂 那 显, 'pollution' should be the key to the unbearableness of Nezha Ling.

But even if Zhou Xiyang promised to clean the Du Drum Hutong, this New Year's painting was still dead outside the Gate of the Courtyard. The year of the year of the painting glanced at Zhou Xiyang with three heads.

he.

"Hey ——"

Zhou Xiyang was reporting the situation. As a result, when he didn't pay attention, he saw Wei Yan pull out the flag of the tour guide, stabbed directly to the door seam, and Kaka Ka Ka and the New Year's Nazha's sharp gun poked for a while.

Zhou Xiyang was shocked, and he couldn't care about other hugging Wei Yan. In the next second, he saw the hot fire spraying the tip of the gun tip, and almost reached Wei Yan's cloak.

When Zhou Xiyang was pulled by Zhou Xiyang, Wei Yan was tight, and almost reflected the hand. Fortunately, he held back. Wei Yan looked at the flagpole of the tour guide.

, Wei Yan wants to try whether this flame can burn the tournament cloak.

However, Zhou Xiyang's spiritual fluctuations were great, and the sewing replenishment emphasized that the spirit of raising was almost scared to riot. Wei Yan raised his hand and patted his head at will.

"This is very-"

This is very dangerous!

Zhou Xiyang almost scared his heart cracking. He just wanted to say that he was risk in the danger of Bing 50!

But by Wei Yan's hand, Zhou Xiyang's restless spirit was raised miraculously, like a breeze scraped, and those strong emotions were swept away, leaving only peace.

"—— Very dangerous."

The words are justified, but there is no severe imagination at all, it seems that it is so casual:

"At least I said to us before starting."

After the words, Zhou Xiyang even rushed to Wei Wei and smiled. After the smile was relieved, his head felt relaxed and comfortable, and naturally revealed.

"Cough."

Zhou Xiyang barely raised his face, and he did not find the gaze of the people around him. It was unknowingly reflected. Is he just too fierce?

The spirit relieves this matter. Last night, Wei Yan and the dream chaser who had never left briefly discussed it. As the captain of the brigade, Wei Yan could associate him, and theoretically, he could relieve the returned passers -by.

At the same time, An Xuefeng also undertakes the mental pollution of some others. This kind of person is connected with An Xuefeng, and Wei Yan can also relieve it.

For example, Zhou Xiyang.

There are many kinds of spiritual relief. Like him and An Xuefeng, the fantasy realm of each other is not counted as the depth of the links. Even if you look at this form, even if you deeply relieve it.

Members stay in the same space, which is a shallow relief. The tour guide SAN value will gradually recover, and the mental pollution of the passengers will gradually disappear.

Having physical contact with brigade members, such as holding hands, hugging, etc., is a mid-level relief, usually used in emergencies. For example, if a member is suffering from a lot of mental pollution, a quick hug can make the other person's condition improve.

Entering the spiritual illusion is equivalent to deep relief. It is mainly aimed at the mental illnesses suffered by travelers who have been exposed to mental pollution for a long time. For example, Mao Xiaole's murderousness, Wang Yushu's mourning, and An Xuefeng's nine-level mental illusion.

If mental disorders cannot be completely solved, the first two types of relief will only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

Wei Xun patted Zhou Xiyang's head, just like patting ashes, and did not treat his mental disorder.

But Zhou Xiyang already felt refreshed, as if he was more than ten years younger and full of vitality!

It's different when you have a tour guide.

Zhou Xiyang used the greatest willpower to let go of Wei Xun, restrained his urge to stick to the tour guide, and said with concern:

"Are you okay?"

The mental pollution that fell from him is likely to fall on Bing250!

But when Wei Xun pulled out a paper-pricked figure and smeared it with his hands, the special five-star paper figure with a shred of soul from Qianjiazhi swallowed up all the mental pollution.

"fine."

Wei Xun waved his hand casually and looked at the devil businessman standing aside.

"You saw it too."

The devil businessman said slowly: "Nezha Ling is not the guide of this journey, and at his level...he doesn't have to give face to the hotel."

However, he did not come closer, and even kept a distance from Yu Hehui. His tone was colder than before, with a business-like attitude.

This change was obviously caused by the communication between the devil merchant and the black widow last night, but Wei Xun didn't care. This is not an issue that should be concerned about now.

"The character of the spirit is consistent with what countless people have imagined."

Taoist Ban Ming also became serious and found it difficult:

“Whatever Nezha is in the public’s mind, that’s what he is.”

Even the tour guides dared to burn them and fly their flags, and they even didn’t give the hotel any face at all.

There is nothing that Nezha Ling dares not to do.

"Last night we caused damage to the...'ecological environment of the underworld' in Leigu Hutong."

Mekel also put forward his own opinion: "This eight-armed Nezha City is, in a sense, his body. If you want to get forgiveness, maybe just cleaning up is not enough."

But it would be such a loss if we put all those old ghosts and various props and items back!

Even though all these things were picked up by the two tour guides, Wei Xun and Devil Merchant, Mekel felt it was too painful to bring them in even a little bit.

"wrong."

At this moment, October 10th suddenly spoke up and said in a cold voice: "There were so many renovations and reconstructions in this city in the past. If we really say it, the Eight-Armed Nezha City has long been beyond recognition."

"He already exists based on people's faith, not just a city transformed into a spirit."

Bai Xiaotian said silently: "This is what the deputy director said last night."

"The changes in this city will not have much impact on him."

"The physical changes will definitely not happen, but no one can tolerate the changes in mental pollution!"

Yun Lianghan couldn't help but said angrily: "If he is spiritual, he would be most taboo about mental pollution. I think he-"

Yun Lianghan didn't say the word "abnormal". Although everyone saw the deformed meat ball last night.

But the New Year pictures are still blocking the door. Only a fool can say bad things to his face.

"I have been talking for a long time, and I have to come up with a solution quickly."

Augustus became impatient and said angrily: "Should we clean up the streets or put all the ghosts back? Find a way quickly!"

For a while, the passengers were discussing in a lively manner, almost like a quarrel. Wei Xun looked at them in surprise.

The issue of Nezha Ling blocking the door was fundamentally caused by their tour guide, so it stands to reason that it should be resolved by the tour guide.

Even the Three Werewolves of the West District had nothing to do with themselves, and they listened carefully even if they didn't know Nezha very well.

Is it because this trip pays attention to punctuality. If there is a delay, the tour guide will be punished, and the passengers will also be punished. Experienced passengers all know the priorities?

But the tourists didn't even complain, or even have the slightest negative attitude towards the tour guide. Even Yun Lianghan only complained a few words about Qianjia Paper and the peeling butcher who went too far, with dirt flying all over the sky, and did not go to Bing Er Wu.

Zero and the devil businessman.

This made Wei Xun feel uncomfortable.

"Devil businessman, come here."

Wei Xun waved to the devil merchant and squatted in front of the courtyard door. Through the crack in the door, he met his eyes with Nezha, the New Year picture sealed outside.

"Need help?"

A shiny miniature crystal dragon lies on Wei Xun's shoulder. It is the spiritual consciousness of the dream chaser.

As soon as this sentence came out, it immediately attracted the attention of all passengers!

dream Catcher!

The three werewolves were tense and extremely vigilant. When the little crystal dragon didn't speak, they didn't notice each other's presence at all. It glanced over lightly and made Augustus stand on his head, almost turning into a werewolf.

state!

Even though they knew that the guardians could not act at will, or even have mental influence, the reputation of the Grade A tour guide alone was enough to make them fearful!

"No, you can just go and chat with your old friends."

Wei Xun said, his nonchalant tone was the same as saying to a child, "Go and play."

How can you talk to a dreamer like that!

Mekel, Taoist Ban Ming and others screamed in their hearts.

He is your golden thigh, aren't you afraid of his anger?

Furthermore, this is Dream Chaser’s offer to help, do you really not need it?!

"Old friend...tsk.

Alas, he was not angry. Dream Chaser didn't mind Wei Xun's filtering too much. Crystal Xiaolong was actually really good-tempered and flew off Wei Xun's shoulder: "We actually don't know each other very well."

"Black Widow, what do you think?"

"Oh, Dream Chaser, your words really make me sad."

A soft and elegant female voice sounded, and a button-sized black spider with a shiny carapace stood up from the devil merchant's shoulder. Its slender forelimbs rubbed its body. The joints of its forelimbs were connected by small and exquisite gears, making it look like a handicraft.

puppet puppet.

"It is not the gentlemanly thing to do to make a lady sad."

She gently performed judo and dropped the silk from the devil merchant's shoulders:

"Okay, little guy, I'm going to catch up with old friends. You can take care of yourself, right?"

Black Widow!

Zhou Xiyang was filled with fear, but did not raise his eyes to look. Even though this was just a small amount of mental consciousness of the guardian, and there was no possibility of mental pollution, the Black Widow's methods were really covert and sinister. According to legend, her token of the Tower of Babel is

She poisoned her husband, the brigade captain with whom she had a deep spiritual connection, and took it from him!

She killed a deeply connected traveler but did not die. Perhaps this is related to her title of ‘Black Widow’, but it is enough to show how vicious her methods are!

"Dream Chaser, I thought you stayed for the same reason as me."

When the Devil Merchant walked up to Wei Xun, Black Widow and Dream Chaser also started chatting.

"I smelled a breath of unsolvability from the spirit. You know, they can't solve it."

The unexplained black widow is not talking about the journey to the 30th North Latitude. It is the monsters at a higher level on the heavenly level. Hotels at that level can no longer label them, and high-level tourist guides are accustomed to calling them "unexplainable"

.

"We're not enemies, so there's no need to fight."

The dream chaser said casually, his eyes resting on Wei Xun.

"I believe Director Cui can do it."

"You really have confidence in him."

Black Widow smiled in surprise: "I rarely hear you speak so highly of someone. It seems that he really makes you feel at ease."

Peace of mind?

Peace of mind!

When he saw Wei Xun squatting in front of the courtyard door, looking at the Nezha New Year paintings, he suddenly took out a cup, filled some water and poured it into the crack of the door. The devil businessman next to him was stunned and couldn't stop him.

The crystal dragon almost screamed!

Even though he understood Wei Xun's intention, Dream Chaser still held his breath and wanted to curse.

There are so many ways, why do you just pour water on it?

So cool!

"Why did you pour water on him?"

The devil businessman could no longer pretend to be cold, and screamed, grabbing Wei Xun's hand, but he was a step too slow, and watched as he poured the entire glass of water over.

"You, why don't you tell me, and besides -"

Furthermore, the paper man is more afraid of fire! Why didn’t Xiaocui just take out his feather and poke it, instead of splashing it with water?

Set it on fire!

The Devil Merchant thought he was going to crack it directly with violence, so he subconsciously took out the skinning knife.

"Take it back."

Wei Xun lectured him: "The third prince and I have just reached an agreement. What are you doing with weapons? Don't let others misunderstand you."

Talk? Negotiate?

The devil merchant felt unkind eyes falling on him through the crack in the door. He hurriedly put away his skinning knife, but he couldn't help but ask questions.

"What were you talking about?!"

"He is the leader of this brigade, so we should take him with us."

Wei Xun pointed at him and murmured to Nezha New Year Painting on the door crack for a while. Nezha, the New Year Painting, glanced at the Devil Merchant suspiciously, looked at it from top to bottom, and finally curled the corner of his mouth.

He seemed very suspicious and dissatisfied with him.

"No, no, he is indeed the leading tour guide."

Wei Xun pushed the devil merchant: "Take out your brooch."

As he spoke, Wei Xun also took out his tour guide brooch and stuffed it through the crack in the door.

"Did you...really talk to him?"

Seeing that the Nezha New Year picture that had been doused with water did not look angry, the devil merchant took out the brooch hesitantly, but did not hand it over immediately.

"New attractions? Branch attractions? None of them look alike."

"Not these two."

Wei Xun downplayed it: "It's a commissioned task."

"Assignment?"

This word is a bit unfamiliar, even the devil merchant has never heard of it. He silently asked the hotel to get a general understanding.

Entrusted tasks refer to tasks entrusted to tour guides or tourists by creatures other than guides and ‘NPCs’ installed in hotels.

"It turns out it's a commissioned task."

The devil merchant nodded calmly: "What task? Clean up the garbage?"

"The whole city belongs to him. Isn't it easier for him to clean up the garbage than it is for us?"

Wei Xun was puzzled: "You don't really think that he closed the door just to let us clean up the garbage and restore Leigu Hutong. Are you such an idiot?"

idiot.

Nezha New Year Pictures glared at the Devil Merchant with contempt and made a face at him.

"Think about it, when did he come out? Was it when the streets were polluted by Qianjia Paper and Mr. Peeling?"

The devil businessman doesn't care about the New Year pictures: "That's not it."

"Is that Qianjia Paper and Mr. Peeling polluting the streets?"

Wei Xun said meaningfully: "This is the strength we 'shown' and got his attention."

Otherwise Nezha Ling would be too lazy to pay attention to them.

"You understand, this is not our strength."

The devil merchant said solemnly, glancing at the New Year picture Nezha with fear: "In fact, apart from cleaning up the streets, clearing away mental pollution, and releasing those ghosts and monsters back into Leigu Hutong, we are unable to accomplish any other tasks of Nezha spirit.

Do you understand?"

This is Nezhaling, a terrifying existence that is not on the same level as the entire journey!

There is no way they can complete any of his entrusted tasks!

"Why, are you afraid of death?"

Wei Xun looked at him in surprise: "The black widow is here, will she still let you die?"

"I'm not superman, boy"

Black Widow, who had been chatting with Dream Chaser for a while, chuckled and replied: "I will only give him one piece of advice, that is, don't accept the commission easily."

How powerful is an existence that is not a guide or an NPC set up in a hotel and can issue entrusted tasks to the tour guide?

That's unimaginable.

"Even I can't guarantee that I can survive such a commissioned task. Besides, I'm just a guardian. Even if I take action, I can't go too far."

The Devil Merchant frowned, and he realized from Black Widow's words that this commissioned task might not be as simple as he imagined.

"Wow!"

Wei Xun exclaimed in surprise, gave the Devil Merchant an elbow, and exclaimed excitedly in a low voice that could be heard by everyone:

"Hey, this is a mission that neither Black Widow nor Dream Chaser is sure about, so hurry up and get on with it!"

Devil Businessman:?

Is there any logic in what you say?

"To be honest, if I hadn't recommended you to Nezha Ling, no one would think highly of you."

Before the devil merchant could speak again, Wei Xun stood up happily and said, "I'll take it anyway, you can do whatever you want."

"you--"

The Devil Merchant almost couldn't breathe. What Xiaocui said was just like saying "I did it, you can do whatever you want" when drinking.

This casual doesn’t really mean ‘casual’!

"Dream Chaser, this is a task entrusted by the city spirit."

Zhou Xiyang asked worriedly. He actually opened his mouth just now to persuade Bing 250, but after thinking about it, he felt that this person would definitely not listen to his advice.

Furthermore, if there is a relief effect, his will may not be firm. Zhou Xiyang hinted at Crystal Xiaolong with his eyes.

Advise him, persuade him quickly!

Or is Dream Chaser actually confident? He just communicated with Bing250?

"Just like Director Cui said, I'm not sure either."

No communication, no communication.

The dream chaser said quietly: "But I don't know if he is sure."

"You mean-"

Zhou Xiyang held his breath, he realized it! The Dream Chaser was outside and could definitely contact the Returner and An Xuefeng. Did he mean that An Xuefeng and the others could also provide off-site support?

After all, Bing250 has a spiritual connection with An Xuefeng. They might have a special way of communicating!

"I mean, it's impossible for me to open up the thirty-degree north latitude scenic spot when I lead a team for the first time. It's also impossible for me to pass the team leader assessment on an extremely dangerous journey, and it's even more impossible for me to treat a heaven-level monster as a silver-level monster.

Sliding like a dog."

Crystal Xiaolong said gently.

So who knows whether Bing250 is sure of this kind of thing.

Zhou Xiyang wiped his face in pain.

At the gate of the courtyard, for some unknown reason, the devil merchant pondered for a long time, and finally accepted the commissioned task.

"The more difficult it is, the greater the benefit."

Anyway, Bing250 has accepted the commissioned mission, will he still die?

Furthermore, having already walked through two heaven-level monsters, the Devil Merchant feels that even accepting another commission mission is nothing.

He has been numbed by Wei Xun.

They are all new star tour guides. Could it be that Bing 250 can do it but he can’t?

The Devil Merchant pushed the door open, and sure enough, the New Year paintings behind the courtyard door fell down, no longer blocking the opening and closing of the door. The New Year paintings Nezha fluttered past the Devil Merchant and landed on Wei Xun.

After looking at the New Year pictures, Wei Xun poured out another glass of water and poured it on the pictures.

At some point, one of Nezha's hands in the New Year picture was holding a cup. At this moment, the originally empty cup was filled with light amber water, exuding a sweet aroma.

Nezha in the New Year picture is satisfied with the sniff, holding water and drinking.

[You have accepted the commission from Nezha Spirit in Eight-Armed Nezha City]

【——Looking for sweet water】

* *

At half past eight, everyone in the brigade stood in front of the Zhi Family Courtyard. Zhou Xiyang went to knock on the door, but no matter who it was, all the passengers were a little absent-minded.

Their thoughts were not on the funeral in Zhijia Courtyard at all, but on the commissioned task accepted by Director Cui and the Devil Merchant!

"Director Cui has taken back the mourning stick and the soul-catching rope."

Taoist Ban Ming whispered to Bai Xiaotian: "It's terrible, the seventh and eighth masters in this city listen to Nezha Ling!"

Last night, Wei Xun used the wail stick and the soul hook to block the door. Zhou Xiyang stayed up all night and almost stayed in the front yard, watching helplessly as two hands, one white and one black, stretched out from the ground beside the door to grab the wail stick and the soul hook.

As a result, a universe circle was thrown through the crack of the door, beating Black and White Wuchang down again.

At present, the mourning stick and the soul hook are going around in circles. After Wei Xun accepted the commissioned task and brought the New Year pictures, he took them back. Obviously, this was Nezha Ling's consent.

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiyang's face became a little sad.

The good news is that with the Nezha New Year paintings on display, they should be able to walk sideways in the entire Eight-Armed Nezha City. Even Black and White Wuchang can only pretend to be grandsons on their territory.

The bad news is that if Bing250 fails to complete the entrusted task... unless An Xuefeng comes, no one can save him.

"well--"

"Squeak——"

Zhou Xiyang let out a long sigh. At the same time, the door of Zhi's courtyard also opened a crack. A pair of black and white eyes cautiously looked out from the crack in the door, looked left and right, and finally asked cautiously in a low voice:

"Are you here to pay homage to the people delivering the libation ceremony?"

"yes."

Zhou Xiyang sighed quietly in his heart and responded casually.

The door was completely opened, and a beautiful woman walked out of the door. She was wearing linen and mourning, with a white paper flower on her temples. Her eyebrows were wrinkled, but the corners of her mouth were curved, as if she was happy or sad, as if

The upper half of his face was crying, but the lower half was smiling, and his face was as pale as paper.

"I am the daughter of the big housekeeper, responsible for this time, you can call me Sister Qian."

The woman looked around, frowned suddenly, and asked unhappy:

"Do you come to commemorate, why not bring the instrument?"

"There is no such thing as a steamed bunker. Why don't you even turn it?

Seeing that these people are really empty -handed, the expression on the woman's face is becoming more and more dissatisfied: "Are you really the person from the courtyard over the courtyard over the hutong? Why don't you understand?"

Zhou Xiyang is too lazy to talk. In fact, most of these laid -ups were bought at the same time last night, and most of them were bought at the same time. Everyone can take it more or less. It is nothing more than given.

If you give less, you need to be grinded.

But now they are not afraid of this at all.

Not only Zhou Xiyang, they are all numb. They are numb.

Seeing the sad and numb expression on their faces, Sister Qian suddenly showed a delicate smile, which was a very flat smile, like a arc on the paper.

The rotten paper, this smile is more like crying on her face.

"Forget it, the Yinjia Courtyard now needs male Ding most now."

She whispered, mixed with a few weird noise, like laughing, and seeing the meaningless bytes that emitted by excitement.

"You bring yourself, even if you don't bring the device--"

I have heard the words of Sister Qian in habitual, and I don't miss the little information. Zhou Xiyang stepped forward: "We didn’t bring the establishment of the instrument."

He took out a tattered paper ball to the front of Sister Qian, and said indifferently:

"We brought your father."

This paper ball was killed by thousands of paper on the night of the chaos of the Duke Hutong.

It is Sister Qian's father!

Sister Qian's eyes turned away instantly, just like seeing ghosts!

***

"Sixty -two bun husbands rest in the front yard, which is governing the coffin tomorrow. The people here are so messy, don't stain the eyes of adults."

Sister Qian worked hard, bowed her head, and took the small broken step to take the brigades to rush across the door of the door and walked towards the backyard.

Surger tickets.

Recently, Sister Qian cried and lost her face, but she was funny on her mouth. How weird and weird should be.

Wei Yan was also laughing, but was interesting.

When they entered the door just now, they saw the shadow wall and saw that there were eight verticals on the front yard, and more than sixty pairs of red lacquer bars were blocked. Yin Hong was like a bloodstain.

In the past, the husband was very fragrant. In order to make them full of strength when raising the coffin, the host's home would be delicious and delicious. It was rumored that when Li Hongzhang came out, he raised the coffin alone.

The husbands who went out of the Beijing City made 3,000 silver.

The structure of this family's courtyard is weird. All the pouring rooms in the front yard are flattened. Instead, the narrow and strange gully is dug underground.

It is also covered with scarlet blood marks.

How can this place live! Sister Qian said that there are more than sixty bars in the front yard, I am afraid that it is not a ghost, but a ghost. These 60 red paint bars with strong yin are lift up on the coffin tomorrow.

'Barfu "!

I don't know if the family has paid the money of Bunfu, but they are obviously aggressive in the courtyard, and they want to ask outsiders for paper money and incense!

If a regular caravan were actually traveling, even if it was led by Zhou Xiyang, they would probably burn all the incense and paper money to them. After all, in a funeral, the coffin bearers are the most important. The coffin must be carried out smoothly and smoothly.

The Eight-Armed Nezha City was carried to the funeral palace.

You may encounter various dangers and accidents along the way, and even be caught by ghosts. In order to prevent the polemen from throwing down the coffin and running away, it is crucial to give them enough money.

But——Zhou Xiyang’s eyes twitched.

"It seems we have to choose a good gang leader."

Wei Xun smiled and chatted with Zhou Xiyang, playing with Bai Wuchang's mourning stick lightly and deftly in his hands.

Then Zhou Xiyang watched helplessly as all the red-striped people lay down obediently in their own pits.

"What a shame."

Wei Xun sighed.

There is definitely a tendency to conduct assessments in the Zhi Family Courtyard. He had previously thought about whether he would be a coffin bearer or something like that. After all, coffin carrying is different from the 'paper-tying' performance, and it would definitely be done consistently.

·Throughout the entire journey.

But now it seems that even the mourning stick is so afraid, the possibility of the item being a stick is very low.

"Zhijia Courtyard has a history of more than 400 years. It is said that this place was once——"

The devil businessman in the middle and rear could not see the grand scene of the gate in front. He walked in the back of the queue as the leader, explaining the history of Zhijia Courtyard to the tourists. He would lead Bing250 to collect tickets later.

The tourists first visited the courtyard.

At this moment, the devil merchant was doing his duty, counting the people like a tour guide while introducing, and at the end, he confirmed that everyone was there.

What a coincidence, when the last person walked into the Zhi family courtyard, the door that was originally wide open suddenly closed automatically without any wind!

This sudden noise can definitely scare people. The door suddenly closes and cannot be opened. The people trapped in the building are like prisoners, trying their best to escape from the haunted house - this is an old drama.

"Don't worry, it's just the wind -"

The devil merchant smiled sinisterly and lowered his voice very atmospherically, but at this moment——

"Bang-bang! Bang-bang!"

The sound of the wooden door colliding kept sounding, as if someone was opening and closing the door vigorously. This posture was much more terrifying than closing the door suddenly. Even the bold and fierce werewolf Augustus turned his head sharply and gave him the most ferocious look.

Keep an eye on the door.

Then he immediately turned around, his neck making a snapping sound as he moved so quickly.

The devil merchant glanced back silently and saw a child in a red bellyband, kicking the door of Zhi's courtyard like a naughty child, as if he thought the door that would automatically close was fun. He kept kicking the door.

After it was in tatters and would no longer close automatically, he lost interest, turned around and ran forward, making a face at the devil merchant as he ran.

Nezha Ling...sigh.

The Devil Merchant took a deep breath and cheered up. Nezha Ling kept holding a cup in his hand and took a sip from time to time. The Devil Merchant also saw that Xiao Cui had splashed water on his paintings in previous years.

He then thought of the commissioned task - to find sweet water... Could it be that Nezha Ling just wanted to drink sugar water?

No.

The devil merchant shook his head.

"Delegating tasks is not that simple."

The black widow spider sighed quietly on the devil merchant's shoulder, bored out of its mind, twisted out a piece of silk, wrapped it around its forelimbs, and weaved beautiful patterns.

"Ghost, this is the East District. You may not understand many folk customs."

"Then Bing250 may not share it with you."

Black Widow said briskly: "Maybe he wants to kill you by entrusting a task."

After all, they know the same amount of information related to the journey attractions. But the commissioned task is only as simple as one sentence, with multiple interpretations and meanings.

There will naturally be a natural information gap between the East and the West.

"Even if I find out the news outside and tell you..."

The black widow made a wreath with spider silk, admired it and then rolled it into a ball.

"Orientals always prefer Orientals. Even during the journey, you know."

You are just an outsider after all.

"Even if you want to marry into the East District, I'm afraid you won't be able to."

Black Widow laughed: "Xiao Cui and his puppets are both sweet to me."

Black widow spiders eat male spiders after mating.

It feels sweet because both Xiaocui and Puppet are pure males. Even if the tour guide's cloak blocks the black widow, she can feel it.

Even though he had learned the news last night, after tossing and turning all night, the devil merchant was still silent. Suddenly he raised his eyebrows and chuckled:

"Well, does it matter to me whether it's a boy or a girl?"

The devil businessman sarcastically said: "You don't really think that I am good to Xiaocui because he is a woman."

"Of course not, I just chose the easier way to get benefits...Obviously, he doesn't mind, I treat him like a lady, right?"

"The cooperation between us is quite tacit, and now, tacit understanding is more useful than hostility. Black Widow, I respect you very much, and will do my best to bring the victory of the confrontation mission back to the West District. So, I hope you will not just provoke, but

It can bring me real help, just as promised last night."

When the Black Widow finally smiled and covered her mouth with her forelimbs, the exchange came to an end. The Devil Merchant breathed a sigh of relief. He seemed indifferent on the surface, but the depression in his heart was difficult to relieve, and he couldn't let it go no matter what.

Xiaocui...is he really a man?

* *

"Looking for sweet water...Xiao Cui, this task is not easy."

On the other side, Wei Xun had already gone to collect attraction tickets and props. Crystal Xiaolong lay on his shoulder and thought for a while, frowning, and subconsciously used his claws to hook Wei Xun's cloak.

"I'm afraid this mission involves dragons!"

Legend has it that the Dragon King and Dragon Mother who were causing trouble in Youzhou, the Bitter Sea, were suppressed by Nezha in the eyes of the sea. Only Longzi managed to escape. Later, Longzi grew up and became Duke Long. When he heard that the Eight-Armed Nezha City was going to be built, he was determined to take revenge.

Make trouble and take back all the water in the city.

So Mr. Long took Long Po and his son, Dragon Girl, into the city in disguise. Longzi drank all the sweet water in the city, and Dragon Girl drank all the bitter water in the city, and then transformed into two fish scale water.

I want to go back to the Black Dragon Pond in Yuquan Mountain.

This incident was planned by Liu Bowen, and Gao Liang took the initiative to ask Ying to bring the water back. He took the clear white silver gun transformed into the Nezha Fire Spear, caught up with Long Gong Long Po in disguise, and shot him

The fish scale water basket transformed by Dragon Girl was leaked. But Long Zi escaped and took the sweet water to the eye of the sea in Yuquan Mountain.

From then until now, there is no sweet water in Beijing, only bitter water.

Nezha Ling is looking for sweet water, so Wei Xun has to find the Black Dragon Pond in Yuquan Mountain, and even have to fight the 'Longzi' to get the sweet water back!

The dream chaser was worried, but he didn't say anything. Wei Xun used magic honey and sweet water to splash the New Year pictures and received this commission. Obviously he knew this allusion.

If he dares to proceed, he must have a plan in mind.

"If I hadn't been able to leave the city, I wouldn't have allowed that little dragon to be so rampant."

An unruly child's voice sounded nearby. When the dream chaser turned around, he saw the New Year picture Nezha lying next to him, staring at him with a pair of eyes, from the corner to the end, thoughtfully:

"You're such a strange dragon."
Chapter completed!