Chapter 63 Jingyu Inn

"Why should I deal with you?" Lin Tao drank a bowl of his own mouth and smiled, "The person who wanted to capture me was Yin Bugui, and the person who wanted to refine the corpse pill was Yin Bugui, but he had been killed by me, so the grudge between me and the Death God Village had been settled. You are just disciples, and you have nothing to do with me on orders and do things for the sect. I will pass on you to assist in the exercises and then invite you to have this meal, and you will be free."

Lin Tao raised his hand and a booklet that had been written long ago flew to the ghost maniac.

The ghost man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly opened it hungrily, widened his eyes and started to browse. As soon as he looked at the page, he stood up from the table, went to the corner beside him, sat cross-legged, and started practicing directly.

"Sure enough... indeed... this technique really brought the [Nine Death Magic Art] to the extreme..." After a moment, Guimao trembled all over and muttered to himself, unable to control himself.

Lin Tao and Feng Pengju seemed to be not aware of his existence, and they were having fun drinking loudly.

"Since he knows the relationship between this technique and the [Nine Death Magic], he must understand the essence of cultivation. Although I can practice by myself, if I can give him guidance, I will definitely be faster. This young man seems to be young, but he is meticulous. He seems to have seen through my thoughts for a long time and deliberately throw out something that I can't resist and let me follow his mercy... But what else can I do besides taking the road he has set up?"

The ghost crazi glanced at Lin Tao who was drinking, and he made a series of speculations in his heart, but he always felt that he was controlled by this delicate boy and could not get out of his palm.

"Oh, the god of death Zhuang Danxi is out of control, I have no way out. This young man is my only life-saving straw. Otherwise, if you want to avenge a great revenge, the chance will be slim."

The ghost maniac weighed the pros and cons, finally came over. The arrogant head finally lowered and bent down to face Lin Tao and clasped his fists: "Young Master Lin, if you don't dislike the ghost maniac's origin, please accept me as a disciple."

Lin Tao and Feng Pengju's drinks stopped immediately

Especially Feng Pengju, he even looked at Lin Tao with great admiration and said in his heart: The young master is still powerful, it is indeed a while of drinking and chatting, and the hero bows his head.

"Good Ghost Mad Young Master, I've been waiting for you for a while." Lin Tao stood up with a smile, took off his big gift, and said, "In terms of seniority, Ghost Mad Young Master is one generation higher than me, so if you want to call yourself a master, you really don't dare to be a friend, but it's more suitable to sit and drink."

"If Mr. Lin has any objection, I won't force you to call me by your name." Guimao sat down with a little nervousness, picked up the wine, and raised his head to kill it.

Lin Tao filled him again and said with a smile: "Okay, since he is a friend, it is best to call Brother Gui. In fact, although I came from the Ao Shizong and claimed to be a wealthy and upright sect, I personally don't know the boundaries of evil and left-minded sects. Practicing martial arts is also a self-cultivation. Evil Kung Fu does not necessarily mean bad things. A well-known sect does not necessarily mean killing people and robbing people. Take [Nine Death Magic] for example. This is a legendary magical skill. I added the skills of Brother Gui and your existing skills to the orthodox [Nine Death Magic]. However, it was tampered with by others and practiced by refining corpse pills later. It was a pity."

The ghost was eating meat in a big mouthful while listening quietly.

"For the first time, I felt that you were practicing the evil version of [Nine Death Magic], but there was no corpse pill aura. This shows that Brother Ghost is extremely disgusted with refining the corpse pills of living people to assist in the practice and has never taken it. This also shows that Brother Ghost is still very kind in nature."

"Yin Bugui used ghost wrath to refine corpse pills, not you, which means that your loyalty and righteousness must be far above him, otherwise, you should be the one who dies."

"A loyal and good person is enough to become a close friend of mine, Lin Tao."

When Lin Tao said this, the pace of eating meat by ghosts was obviously slowing down.

Obviously, he was even more shocked by Lin Tao's accuracy of his analysis.

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He entered the Death God's Manor just to repay Yin Bugui's adoption. Although he practiced the [Nine Death God Art], unlike Guiwu, he never ate those corpse pills, let alone capture those civilians. These are his bottom line in life.

As for him arresting Lin Tao and others, he heard that he killed Yin Honghu. In his imagination, Lin Tao was just a playboy disciple who was fighting for the cultivation site.

But these things buried deep in my heart were completely unrestrained in front of a fifteen-year-old boy.

Of course, this is not enough to make the ghost crazy completely surrender. He bowed to Lin Tao and had no choice but to surrender, but the arrogance in his bones still exists.

Guimai slowly raised his head and said, "Young Master Lin, what exactly are you going to say?"

"Haha, these words are indeed long-lasting." Lin Tao met the confused gaze of the ghost maniac and smiled, "The Death God Village is now without a leader. If you go back now, you should be the boss there. I have a request. With this set of martial arts, you should not refine corpse pills. Pass on the orthodox cultivation method of this martial arts to comfort the senior who created the martial arts. That's all."

Ghost crazy thought for a while and nodded, "Okay, I can do this."

"Well, Brother Ghost is really refreshing." Lin Tao waved his hand and a golden eagle came over, flapping its wide wings. "This is a witness of our friends, and it is also a gift I have given you. Now you have a touch of internal strength into the golden eagle's body. It has been domesticated. As long as you remember a simple formula, you can control it. If you have any problems in practicing in the future, or what happens to the death god village, you can pass it through it and Mr. Feng at any time, and I will do my best."

Lin Tao gave the eagle, on the one hand, he could contact the ghost madman, and on the other hand, he was also to control the ghost madman. With this golden eagle, the ghost madman can be found anywhere, anytime, anywhere.

Because the aura of this golden eagle is also controlled by Xiao Hui

The ghost maniac naturally had no objection, and he was a little surprised by Lin Tao's open-mindedness and generosity.

After drinking and eating, Lin Tao sent the ghost crazy out of the cave, watching him steeringly controlling the golden eagle and disappearing in the sky.

"Young master, are you sure he can come back when Guimao leaves?" Feng Pengju was extremely worried about Guimao.

Lin Tao smiled and said lightly: "It doesn't matter. If you let someone go, of course you must have the awareness of never returning. In short, the chance of coming back is better."

"But, the ghost maniac is from the infamous Death God's Village after all. Even if he is really willing to serve the young master, it is probably not very decent to take him out in the future."

"The Death God Village can be infamous, and of course it can also become famous all over the world. Besides, I don't care much about a person's past. What I care about is what he does now and in the future. Let's go, Mr. Feng, do we continue to drink? Haha"

Lin Tao turned around and walked into the cave. However, these words made Feng Pengju stunned and pondered again...

It was completely dark.

The ghost madly drove the golden eagle and passed through the mountains. His mood gradually returned to his calmness, because it is certain that he is really free.

"When I return to the Death God's Mansion, I will reorganize my subordinates. If I am willing to stay, I will pass on the authentic [Nine Death Gods Mansion]. If I don't want to stay, I will not force myself to stay. After all, this Death God's Mansion has condensed some of my hard work and disappeared like this. It's a pity that Ao Shizong will not come to encircle and suppress it within one year. With this year, I can completely rectify the Death God's Mansion, and use it for me to take revenge."

"However, I still can't believe Lin Tao's words. If Ao Shizong uses me as an introduction to gather the people from the Death God Village again and take the opportunity to catch them all in one go... Now, I still have to contact the eldest son first and let him make a decision."

The ghost maniac kept thinking in his heart, lowered his height, used his night vision ability to judge the position, and suddenly turned left and disappeared into the vast night...

Several lights are dotted with an ancient small street.

This is the only street in Aries Village. The "Jingyu Inn" with a big red lantern hanging on it is also the only inn in the village. Perhaps there are no customers today, and the inn has closed early and the door has been closed.

The ghost walked on the street, deliberately raising his robe to block his face, and paying attention to the movement behind him from time to time. He walked about four or five times back and forth on this street and confirmed that there was no one behind him. Then he flashed to the front of the "Jingyu Inn" and knocked on the copper ring on the door.

When, when...

A very regular rhythm, knocked six times in total. After a while, the door of the inn opened silently, and the ghost maniac never talked to others. He stepped in directly, and then the door of the inn was closed.

"Ghost Madman, where have you been these days? I didn't expect that such a big thing happened to Zhuangzi, and I thought you had already..." The inn owner was a middle-aged man, with a simple and honest face of a farmer, and his eyes were shining with gleam. Naturally, he was also a good warrior.

"I was caught by them and almost died..." Gui Kuang lowered his head slightly.

"So that's it, it's good to escape. The eldest son has replied to your letter of help, and I'm waiting for you to come back."

"Take it."

The middle-aged man jumped out of the window, climbed up along the beams and pillars, climbed to the corner of the square chimney made of bricks, uncovered the tiles, took out a black package, turned back into the room, opened it, and opened it, and it was a letter.

Guimao opened the letter, and there was only one line of words on it: On the third day of the second month, wait for me to come back

"The third day of the junior high school, there are three days left. I have to go back to the village to deal with it first, and then meet the eldest son. I will leave first." Guimao put the letter on the lamp and burned it, stood up decisively, and left the "Jingyu Inn".

Three days later.

In Jingyu Inn, except for the middle-aged boss and the ghost maniac, there was an extra young man in the room.

He was about twenty years old, and his clothes were very delicate and gorgeous, without any dust. His face was also white and clean, and he looked like a weak scholar, but his eyes were very big and extremely spiritual. His lips were tightly pursed and pulled down slightly, as if he always had a smile.

The man put his hands on the table, his whole arms were extremely slender, disproportionate to his body shape
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