Oops, I've become the puppy apprentice of my stupid master.

Chapter 118 Ice Poison Cold Corpse

If it weren't for the fact that the little fox would soon die, he would not have come to such a small town to do business.

No matter what, these few people were poor people who were once taken in by the Lord.

Therefore, he should spend time with the other person within the limited time.

Song Zhili knew the reason behind the matter.

Fengyu knew that she wouldn't live long, so she acted like a spoiled brat and threw tantrums in front of her friends.

At this moment, the little fox puffed up his cheeks and said, "How dare you say that? You've just been back for a few days and you've already spent so much of my money. You're such a nice person."

Xiyu said confidently, "If you don't spend it now, you won't be able to spend it in the future. Besides, I just haven't made any money yet. When I make money, I'll pay you back double the money, you stingy bastard!"

"Who asked you to pay it back? I don't care!"

Song Zhili asked, "By the way, Fengyu, you came out to accompany him to set up a stall to tell fortunes, what about Liu Xun?"

When talking about Liu Xun, Feng Yu couldn't help laughing.

"Brother Xun has been busy with his business recently and usually comes back at night. I have nothing to do, so I came out to find something to do."

Seeing him like this, Xiyu couldn't help but complain: "You laugh when I mention Liu Xun, can you be worth some money?"

"Why do you care about me? You don't even have someone you like. You know shit!"

"I……"

Xiyu was momentarily powerless to refute.

He really doesn't know much about love.

Song Zhili and his friends had a great time and a great meal when they were taken care of by these two people.

With the Lord watching beside them, how could they dare to neglect Song Zhili in the slightest?

By the time we had finished eating and having fun, the sun was almost setting.

"Mr. Song, I have to go home, you guys continue playing!"

After saying goodbye, Fengyu went home in a hurry.

Xiyu looked at the other person's back as he left and complained again: "We are already an old couple, where does all the freshness come from?"

Song Zhili said: "You will know when you find someone you like."

"So, could it be that you are pregnant?"

"I……"

The figure of a certain person emerged in Song Zhili's mind.

When the other party asked him this, his ears turned red with guilt.

"I didn't, and I don't know."

Xiyu curled her lips, "You have no nerve to say that to me."

Song Zhili didn't want to continue talking about this topic with the other party as he still had something important to say.

"Brother Xi, there is actually one more thing I need your help with. Do you have time next?"

Xiyu nodded immediately, "Yes, it must be there!"

"I, Xiyu, can easily exorcise demons and monsters, and can also tell fortunes with the help of my fingers. Just tell me what you want to say."

Song Zhili frowned and asked, "Does your exorcism include ghosts, evil spirits, and the like?"

"Of course it is included. Why, are you haunted by a ghost?"

Xiyu stared at his face for a moment, and then said, "I see that your face is very rosy, and you don't look like you are possessed by a ghost."

Song Zhili was speechless and said, "How could I be haunted by a ghost when I was fine? It's not my fault."

"That's right, no matter who gets entangled, it can't be you."

After all, he has the Lord protecting him, so how could such a thing happen to him?

Song Zhili naturally didn't understand what the other party meant by this sentence, so he didn't beat around the bush and said directly: "I wonder if Brother Xi knows the formation that can seal the evil corpse. It must be very strong, otherwise it can't be trapped."

Xiyu was puzzled and asked, "If it's a vicious corpse, why can't I just destroy it? Why do I have to go to the trouble of setting up a formation to seal it?"

"This corpse is special. It's like this..."

Song Zhili told the other party roughly about Chang Ying's situation, including his plan to go to the ghost world to find the messenger of hell.

Xiyu's expression became a little unnatural after hearing this. He was shocked and said, "What kind of medicine can actually make a person immortal? This, this, this... this is too damn incredible!"

"Haven't you ever seen this happen?"

"Of course it's impossible. I've been wandering around for so many years and have seen all kinds of ghosts, but this is the first time I've heard of a corpse like Chang Ying's."

Xiyu said as he took out a book from his wide sleeves.

The cover of this book has the words "Theory of Demons and Ghosts" written on it, and when you open it, it is full of illustrations and notes of demons and ghosts.

After seeing this book, Song Zhili couldn't help but become interested.

"Brother Xi, you are too professional. You even have this kind of book?"

Xiyu replied proudly, "I wrote all of this down stroke by stroke. You should behave in a proper manner when doing something. Look at my attire. Anyone who sees me will call me Taoist priest."

"Oh my god, did you paint all of this? It's too realistic, Brother Xi is such a great painter!"

From this moment on, Song Zhili admired Xiyu even more.

He used to be a person who loved painting very much. Now when he sees a wild art student, he will definitely feel good about him.

Xiyu felt a little embarrassed by the compliment. He put away his pride and said, "I'm not as good as you say. Compared with the master, I'm just scratching the surface."

At this moment, he had already turned to the last few pages of the book.

"These are all the dead bodies I know or have seen. There is no case like Chang Ying among them."

He was flipping through the pages when Song Zhili suddenly reached out and snatched the book from his hand.

Xiyu was stunned for a moment, and then asked doubtfully: "Mr. Song?" There is no need to be so excited!

Really, it scared him...

Song Zhili turned to the front page and read it carefully.

There was a picture of a very tall corpse on the piece of paper. Unlike other corpses, he did not have sharp nails and teeth, but his body was covered with corpse spots.

No, it can't be considered corpse spots...

The Ice-Poisoned Cold Corpse, with its body covered with frost, is the transformation of the God of Mold after his death. It is the most powerful and evil king of all the dead.

Seeing this, Song Zhili's fingers couldn't help but start shaking.

At this moment, he didn't even dare to look back at the man in black behind him.

Seeing that he was staring at this page, Xiyu took the initiative to explain it to him.

"You must have heard of the legend of the God of Bad Luck. He was tortured to death by the people of the world, and after his death, his evil spirit was so strong that he turned into a vicious corpse."

"However, before he could start harming humans, several gods appeared in the sky and burned him to death with soul-destroying fire."

Song Zhili suppressed his trembling voice and asked, "Is there any misunderstanding here?"

Xiyu shook his head and said, "I don't know either. After all, it happened hundreds of years ago. Whether the God of Miserables acted out of his own conscience or was wronged, perhaps only the gods in heaven know."