That Danzi spoke, the so-called "Ancient Soul Returning Hall" is at the various crossroads of Huangquan Road, because the dead gather here, being soaked in evil qi day and night, forming a temple-like space.
Near East Market Street, why is there an "Ancient Soul Returning Hall"? It’s simple, because this is the funeral street, every day there are funerals being held, with music playing, gathering countless dead people.
Over ti, this kind of eerie space naturally forms.
"Is this the Ancient Soul Returning Hall?" King Xishan listened, slightly dazed, and asked.
Zhou Xuan felt the situation was urgent, so he got straight to the point: "Lao Xi, don’t ask so much, just know that there are people from the Zoroastrianism in East Market Street, capturing dead souls to throw them into the fire pit to refine Human Pills."
"What?" King Xishan exclaid in shock,
Sister Cui suddenly felt everything go black before her eyes, and was about to fall to the ground, fortunately, Zhou Xuan reacted quickly and held her up, persuading her repeatedly: "Sister Cui, don’t worry, refining the pill is not done in a flash, it takes so ti."
He helped Sister Cui up and said to Sister Cui and King Xishan: "Lao Xi, Sister Cui, according to the tiline you ntioned, the ti since Hua Zi was captured is not too long, you both go back to the restaurant and wait for , if I have any news I will inform you."
To further comfort Sister Cui, Zhou Xuan emphasized again: "Don’t worry, it will definitely be good news."
Following Zhou Xuan’s instruction, King Xishan supported Sister Cui and left the Jingyi Shop.
On the road, Sister Cui clutched King Xishan’s robe sleeve like a lifeline: "Third brother, do you think Brother Zhou can really save Hua Zi?"
"Mr. is no ordinary person, if he says he can save him, then he will surely save him, sister don’t worry, just wait."
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After King Xishan and Sister Cui left, Zhou Xuan turned back and shouted: "Little Fuzi, the young master is not an outsider, no need to sneak around."
It turned out, Little Fuzi was busy in the kitchen earlier, scraping scales off the fish bought this morning, planning to cook a pot of fish soup for the shop’s people at noon,
but he heard Sister Cui and the young master talking about Hua Zi outside the hall—he imdiately stopped dealing with the fish and hid in the corner of the wall to eavesdrop,
At this mont, he was called out by Zhou Xuan, like a student who has done sothing wrong, with his head down, nervously coming out.
Zhou Xuan held Little Fuzi’s shoulder and said: "Fuzi, don’t worry, the young master said to bring Mu Hua back, and he will definitely bring him back, don’t be discouraged."
"Hey." Little Fuzi responded.
Zhou Xuan asked again: "Do you know what you need to do now?"
Little Fuzi shook his head.
"Kill the fish, and after you finish, rember to soak them longer in the scallion and ginger water, it helps remove the fishy sll."
After Zhou Xuan said this, he gently pushed Little Fuzi, who was no longer so nervous, back to the kitchen to continue killing fish,
while Zhou Xuan, flicked his sleeve, a gust of Gang Feng arose, suddenly shutting the wide-open shop door.
The shop door closed, the stone temple appeared, Zhou Xuan was guided by the stone temple and entered the temple.
"You’re here again?"
Danzi "Wujiang" raised his head, looking towards Zhou Xuan.
"I want to take a look at the fire pit at East Market Street." Zhou Xuan said.
"I already said, I also need ti to recuperate, you co back tonight." Danzi shook his head.
Zhou Xuan pretended to be relaxed, circled around Danzi, and said: "I suddenly rembered sothing."
"What is it?"
"If you can’t send into the small fire pit twice in a row, how can I trust you to take into the Big Fire Pit at Yellow Field Prefecture?"
"So you’re here to verify my abilities?" Danzi asked.
Zhou Xuan nodded in agreent.
He actually ca for Hua Zi, but Zhou Xuan was very savvy in business, understanding the principle "Wealth does not enter anxious gates."
When you’re too eager, whatever you do tends to beco hasty, spending much more to accomplish the sa thing compared to usual tis.
If Zhou Xuan were to explain to Danzi now—his friend was captured into the "Gui Hun Temple," Danzi would raise the price on the spot.
So Zhou Xuan found an excuse to "verify abilities," to let Danzi send him into the ancient hall on East Market Street.
"You Jing Country people are really hard to serve, establishing trust is too difficult."
Danzi kept talking, but he still inserted his fingertip into his palm, gouging out a piece of flesh, and stuck it on Zhou Xuan’s forehead.
The flesh from Danzi is a very effective Human Pill.
"Letting you co tonight was to let you think during the day, in the situation where divine skills are lost in Gui Hun Temple, how to deal with Zoroastrianism people."
"Since you don’t need that ti to think, I will send you in."
Danzi muttered a bit, and the flesh already started to crawl like a worm, through Zhou Xuan’s pores and into his body.
After Zhou Xuan left the stone temple, he once again experienced—the eerie quietness in Jingyi Shop, with the pendulum’s swinging frequency slowing down.
He walked familiarly to the shop door, gently pushed it open.
Jingyi Shop was still suspended in mid-air, the old man with the leather apron still burning corpses at the fire tower’s stove door.
Zhou Xuan was still dozens of feet away from the old man.
"How should I go down, and if there are other Zoroastrianism people, how should I deal with them?"
Zhou Xuan called upon his Bone Teeth and folded fan again but still got no response.
He stood at the shop door, looking down from above, and saw a second person appear dozens of feet underground.
This person—pig head human body, head is a wild boar head, pulling a cart, walking towards the old man burning the fire.
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