Under the night.

When the yellow cat cleaned up the robber, his face was full of excitement and came back in a very good mood.

Yan Qingkang saw the cat brother so, can not help but dumb smile, said: "Cat brother, do a good job."

“The Meow.”

The cat cried modestly.

“Continuous, try to become the cat of the Great Tang Dynasty, so that when the bad people hear your name, they will smell the wind and flee.”Yan Qingkang encouraged, "Well, there may be future generations, specially for you to make a movie called "Big Tangxia Cat Legend"..."

The cat smelled, her eyes laughing.

It has seen the film of Master Huang, and has always been very eager to be like Master Huang, and he also wants to be moved to the screen like Master Huang...

A moment later, Yan Qingkang and the yellow cat returned to the Everbow Inn, which was already more than three o'clock in the evening.

Tonight's harvest was good, with nearly twenty wissters of joy and anger.

He said hello to his cat brother and was ready to go to the second floor to rest, but before he went to the account room to count the long-term money.

"The best dishes can produce a hundred long-term iron money..."

Yan Qinghang quickly inventoryed, and then couldn't help but speculate: "In ancient times, it was generally copper money, and iron money was there, but because copper was not enough, it produced iron money."And iron money is far less valuable than copper.”

“Is there going to be a long-term coin?”

Yan Qinghang was a little curious, and then he brightened in front of his eyes, and found a long-term happy money, which is a special long-term money.

There is a special long-term money, and you can buy a special recipe.

At this time, he hastened to open the ledger, which changed last night and became the book of the Everbow Inn with more records.

It now records four main items:

I. Invitation to the owner.

Second, the long-term inn care home.

Various special recipes.

Fourth, food, seasoning, etc.

Yan Qinghang opened to the recipe to buy that page, and saw that under the recipe of the martial food, there was an additional recipe.

“The damn food?”

A little surprised, some of them were surprised: “Is God a ghost?”What kind of food is this?Why did a ghost suddenly come out of a food?”

Damn, that’s not a good word.

However, he was just surprised, bought it without much thought, and then appeared on the long-singing recipe.

"Well, it seems to be about the practice of lightness."

Yan Qingyian had some surprises, and he felt it in detail, and couldn't help but rejoice: "Like a ghost, it is unpredictable, it seems to be good."

"No wonder it's called a ghost."

When Yan Qinghe knew its role, his heart was happy.

"It can be bought, but where is the spirit of this ghost?"When the sky calmed down, the eyebrows shone slightly.

He didn’t know what the ghosts were.

The spirit of Wu, the gas of the spirit of the weapon; is the spirit of the ghost, the spirit of the ghost?

But what is the spirit of the devil?

I have never heard of this, do you still have such a thing?

“What the hell is this shit?”

Yan Qinghe put down the long-stinged recipe and stood at the window and looked at the night sky to think.

If you don't understand, if you don't understand, it's impossible to charge.

“However, no matter what it is, it should be in the cemetery, in the mass graves of the place...”

Yan Qingkang speculated that he planned to go to the cemetery tomorrow to see if he had found it.

A moment later, he returned to his bedroom to rest.

The next day, when the East was white, he got up early and made a pot of “pie in the sky” and some other dishes.

When he and his brother had finished breakfast, he went back to the bamboo garden.

"Cat brother, it is not appropriate to take you out during the day, how do you practice martial arts and drink tea here?"In the water tower, Yan Qinghai to the Yellow Cat Road.

“The Meow.”

The cat was disappointed.

At this time, he changed a black suit, took out the sunglasses he bought in college, and as he walked toward the garage, the Malay phone called.

“Tea tea?I'm sorry, Mr. Ma, I'm going to go out and do something, next time."

Yan Qinghang Road, then he smiled and said, "General Ma, the cat brother is drinking tea, if you are interested, you can have tea with the cat brother, you can also learn."

“Then next time.”

The Malay had to go, looking for the cat brother to learn, purely to find abuse.

When the phone was hung up, Yan Qingkang drove to the cemetery in East Lake, and bought a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in a flower shop near the cemetery.

Although the luminaries have long since passed, there are still many people who go to the cemetery to hang.

In the front, Yan Qinghe was at the forefront, worshipping a bouquet of white chrysanthemums for the dead, and closed his eyes to feel the breath around him.

This is sadness...

The ghost did not feel it, but felt a lot of sadness.

Yan Qinghe shook his head and turned around, such as traditional burial, ashes, flowerbed burial, tree burial and other burial places, but received countless condolences.

The sheer number surprised him, surprised him.

However, a circle down is not to see the "ghost spirit", he does not know because he does not understand, so can not sense.

Or because there is no one here.

“Ghost, what is it?”

Yan Qinghe did not leave immediately, but stared at the tombstones of the one, thinking hard.

After thinking for a while, he felt the "ghost spirit", not so simple as ghost.

This is like the "spirit of martial arts", it is impossible for everyone to practice martial arts, it needs real martial arts, will have the spirit of martial arts...

Most of the people buried in this cemetery are ordinary people.

The Martyrs' Cemetery?

Yan Qingkong stood still for a moment, hesitated, and walked out of the cemetery to the martyrs' cemetery in East Lake.

The martyrs cemetery has the main entrance, square, mausoleum avenue, monument and so on.There are more than ten existing attractions and playgrounds, which gather memorials, excursions, and popular science in one garden.

There are many large flower beds on both sides of the tomb, and the flowers of the four seasons are continuous.

The grass on the tomb, surrounded by pine cypress evergreen...

However, after the face of the sky, hanging, only received a lot of mourning, still did not feel the "ghost spirit."

“Is my direction wrong?”

After Yan Qingkong walked out of the mausoleum, he sat in the car and thought, "The spirit of ghosts, first of all lies in a ghost word, just like the spirit of Wu, first of all, and then in spirit."They are human, martyrs, but not ghosts, so I was wrong at first.”

“Damn, there are devils, devils, necromancers, tough ghosts, water ghosts, wild ghosts...”

Yan Qinghe constantly thought, but in his opinion, these ghosts are not right, speculated: "Since these ghosts are not, then what ghosts are there?"And if there is an extraordinary person in the devil...”

“What other ghost?”

At this time, Yan Qinghe was a little staunted, except for those ghosts that he denied, and he could not find any ghosts for a while.

Bing!

A moment later, he suddenly patted the steering wheel and suddenly woke up: "It's actually running into a dead end."

“A soldier is not a ghost?Is it a ghost?Whether it is the city, or black and white, the bull-headed horse face of these gods, in fact, they are ghosts...”

The twilight couldn’t help but blurt.

When he figured it out, he immediately drove to the famous Chenghuang Temple in East Lake.

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