Dalang is the nickname of this prefect Hu. His surname is Hu, not Wu, and his concubine's name does not have the word "Jinlian", so naturally, there is no danger of death.

This medicine soup has many functions such as nourishing yin and yang, maintaining the body, increasing essence, and rapid practice.

Each bowl has many precious medicinal materials, even spiritual materials, which are made of special magic tools and mixed with boiling.

On average, this bowl of medicinal soup is worth hundreds of taels of silver. Most people cannot afford it. Only after becoming the prefect and becoming the prefect and having a lot of money can Hu drink a bowl every three days.

Since the prescription was established, with the luck of the imperial court that the prefect could share, Hu Taishou felt that he had made great progress. At the current speed, it would not take long before he could break through to the Grandmaster realm.

Thinking of this, he took the medicine soup and drank it all. Then, feeling the warmth in his stomach, nodded with satisfaction.

"By the way, lord, he didn't do anything to you, right? I was so scared to death just now." As he said, the concubine rubbed her chest.

"Of course, I have been studying all my life, and I feel ashamed of being upright and have a sound in my heart. When I saw Xiong Yan, before I could speak, the boy was shaken by my righteousness and came to apologize..."

However, as he spoke, the prefect took the concubine into his arms and started to do something. The old couple had a happy time, and the old couple was always insufficient.

Then, accompanied by a burst of laughter, the two began a battle.

The battle was very fierce and all the clothes were torn. The battle situation was very anxious. Prefect Hu had the upper hand for a while, and the rain was falling and windy.

However, with his innate cultivation, he still relied on endurance to gain the upper hand.

After a while, Yun Xieyu stopped. The battle was too exhausted, and the two of them fell asleep directly on the bed.

After a while, the concubine who had already fallen asleep opened her eyes and looked at the prefect who was sleeping like a dead pig in front of her, and then pinched her hands and spit out a magical sound.

clumsy!

Looking at this scene, with the help of the treasure, the guest hiding beside him was about to glar.

I thought this trip was considered a waste of money and I guess there would be no gains.

But who knew that at this moment, there was a new change.

With a light shout, the prefect opened his eyes, but his eyes were dull and he looked very dull.

Seeing this scene, the guest minister was even more careful. It is actually very simple to control an ordinary person. Any cultivator who has cultivated his spiritual power can do it.

It is not difficult to control a congenital master, prepare in advance, and prepare special medicines.

However, it is very difficult to control a prefect.

The prefect is the head of a county. He is protected by the imperial court, and it is logically uninvasive to all evil. Even if he cannot reach the point where all laws are forbidden, more than 90% of curses and head-subduing spells are useless.

However, at this moment, the prefect Hu, who was the sixth rank of the imperial court, was actually controlled.

It is terrible to think carefully, and it is terrible to think carefully. However, in a moment, the guest no longer thought about these things, but carefully recorded everything in front of him.

"What did Xiong Yan ask you today? Let's talk carefully."

"then……"

Soon, the maid who knew everything returned to normal, lay on the bed again and began to sleep.

...

The underworld is the city god's mansion. The village is the land and the township is the land. When it is at the county level, it is the city god. This place is Shangshui County, so it is naturally the city god.

It is said to be the City God Mansion, but it is actually a super big and super big blessed land in the underworld.

After the death of the entire Shangshui County, most of the people entered this place.

Here, the dead souls that have been inhabited for thousands of years, and as long as the Yin Life has not yet ended, they all live here.

When calculating the population, it is definitely more than the population in Shangshui County, the current current.

Some dead souls fall into a state of sleep and basically cannot wake up. Some dead souls have strong obsessions, sometimes awaken and sometimes sleep.

There are also some dead souls, the most powerful, who are awakened and maintain complete memories of their lives.

It seems that it is no different from a living person, and it can absorb the yin energy of the City God Mansion and practice.

With the souls that are almost living, the City God Mansion naturally becomes lively.

At this moment, Xiong Yan had no time to carefully observe the scene of the City God Palace.

In fact, when he arrived here, the official spirit on his body automatically formed a set of seventh-rank censor robe, which was draped over his body.

With the great luck of the Great Chu, many little ghosts even dared not look directly at Xiong Yan.

"What's the important thing about the Censor here?" Looking at Xiong Yan, the City God asked directly.

Of course, he has been a city god for so many years, and he is not a fool. He naturally has some guesses about Xiong Yan's purpose.

“Investigate the warehouse fire.”

"The dead souls after death are all here, please follow me."

Soon, in an environment that is very beneficial to ghosts, Xiong Yan found his own goal.

The soul of the official and the soul of several minor officials guarding the warehouse.

However, their status is not optimistic. Xiong Yan asked a few questions, but no one answered them.

After careful observation, although I am still alive, I am almost the same as a mentally retarded person. I don’t know anything and can’t remember anything.

"They've always been like this?"

"No, at the beginning, it was even worse. At that time, there was only a trace of residual soul left, and even the complete form could not be preserved."

"Then, when the City God received a notice from the Censorate, he took action to save the residual soul, and the situation gradually improved. Now, at least one person has appeared." The judge next to him explained carefully.

After checking it carefully, sighing, Xiong Yan left.

The murderer behind this scene was really clean and there was no flaw at all.

I don’t know how many sins have been covered up under an explosion. Unfortunately, after so long, the few clues that were originally broken have been broken.

After thinking about it, Xiong Yan returned to the warehouse, which is the market at this moment.

Here, Xiong Yan took out a treasure, a time-like treasure. As time goes back, he only saw a big explosion. As for the scene before the big explosion, he couldn't see clearly.

The scene was destroyed and the memory was useless. There was no evidence except guessing! Under normal circumstances, it was naturally impossible to find out.

However, when Xiong Yan thought of the news that the guest minister had sent him, he felt much better.

In any case, at least I have a clue. I just don’t know who is behind the concubine.

After thinking about the memories of his previous life, Xiong Yan looked to the West, where there was a Taoist gate called Qingshan Dao.
Chapter completed!