"My Pangpang is right. Since you claim to be the magistrate of Haicheng County, then why did you come to raise an army to question the crime while I was helping the people of Haicheng?".

"No, no, girl, I misunderstood! I'm not here to ask for punishment, and that's not what I mean. Don't get me wrong..."

"Then what do you mean?" Xiao Yuqi stepped forward, head forward, aggressively, not giving in an inch.

The ghost didn't look like he was dressed as someone from Beixin. Xiao Yuqi guessed that this guy was not a lackey of Beixin.

However, he had just scraped off all the grain that Beixin Gou had stored in Haicheng. Could it be that the ghost king of Haicheng who claimed to be an official in front of him came to cause trouble and settle the scores afterwards?

Or are you going to make yourself vomit out the food?

This makes no sense!

Don't say that he is just a ghost king and cannot control the food of the underworld. Even if he is the king of the underworld, there is no reason to eat the food he wants and spit it out again.

She still has to take it from the people and use it for the people!

It's just a ghost king. Suyun and the others are not afraid of him, but what about this one in front of them?

Well, although I don’t know why this guy has golden light to protect his body, the Lingzi in her little hand’s heart is not a vegetarian, and the sunbathing for so many years is not in vain!

Xie Zhizhong realized deeply that it is hard to explain what it means for a scholar to meet a soldier.

However, thinking about the other person's kind act that can make him loose food, no matter how aggrieved he is, he is still very good-natured.

"No, I saw that the girl was kind-hearted and sent a kid to deliver food to the people. I came here to express my gratitude..."

"You are the number one scholar in the thirty-eighth year of Emperor Yong of Great Guizhou. Are you the seventh son of the Xie family?"

Xie Zhizhong was talking. Next to him, Ji Yun, who had just listened to Xie Zhizhong's self-introduction, had fallen into deep thought. He suddenly remembered this person whose name he had only heard but not seen, but whom he admired in his heart.

Thank you for coming back.

This was Ji Yun's dictionary. Among the few officials he admired, he was the only one who was a strong-willed civil servant who would never surrender. He was once a handsome number one scholar with a literary talent - Xie Shiqi Lang, Xie Zhizhong!

"Master Xie, how could you do this?".

Ji Yun's tone was very respectful towards the person he admired. Seeing the other person's miserable appearance, Ji Yun subconsciously asked.

When he asked, Xie Zhizhong smiled bitterly.

"Hehehe, as you can see, I am incompetent!".

"Thank you, sir, please don't do this. You are a hero! The people of Daqian will always remember your achievements. You...".

Xiao Yuqi looked dumbly at Ji Fufu, who reacted abnormally next to him. She was dumbfounded when she saw this man and a ghost talking to each other like no one was around and talking to her like no one else was around.

Which kind of song is this?

However, the slander in his heart was the same. Xiao Yuqi showed no hostility when he saw the ghost. He waved his hands to tell the little darlings not to delay and seize the time to deliver food. Then he pulled Pangpang, picked up Pangpang, and stood beside Ji Yun.

Beside, listen to the story with your ears pricked up.

Two literati, oh no, it was a literati and a literary ghost who met each other and had a very interesting conversation.

Xiao Yuqi heard his story from the mouth of the poor head-holding ghost.

When she looked at the other person, touched the head that she had just installed, and apologized to Ji Jiu with an apologetic expression, saying that her ugly appearance scared them and that she wanted to forgive her, Xiao Yuqi felt quite complicated in her heart.

The ghost in front of me is actually an amazing hero, and he shouldn't have such an ending.

Especially when the other party is so concerned about appearance.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be the case. How could he, a being who has meritorious deeds and is admired by many people, not even have the ability to protect his own head?

Xiao Yuqi felt particularly sympathetic to the ghost king in front of him.

It's pity that he is an official who sincerely serves the people. He can't leave the land he protects even to death. The ghost who can't return home is no less generous than Uncle Qi and the others.

Uncle Qi and the others now had friends, and he would burn incense, candles, paper money for them from time to time, and also give them delicious food to pay homage to, so they lived a very happy life.

But what about Master Xie? He has never enjoyed this before.

It can be said that I drank the northwest wind and enjoyed the air to survive the difficult ghost life.

As soon as the feeling of admiring the hero emerged in my heart, it was out of control.

Xiao Yuqi remembered that there were incense, candles, paper money, and no sacrifices in the collection, but she could let the hero enjoy these things.

While one person and one ghost were still chatting and talking about something that he was impatient to hear, Xiao Yuqi did what he thought of.

He rummaged through the inventory of incense candles, paper money, and took them out one after another. While they were finished chatting, he jumped up.

"Thank you, sir. Ji Jiu and I are in a hurry and don't have anything good on hand. If you don't mind accepting these incense, candles, ingots, paper money, etc., please accept it."

"Here, give these to me?".

Xie Zhizhong's voice was trembling. He never expected that he would subconsciously come over to see the stranger and thank him for his generosity and kindness.

Not only was he lucky enough to meet a close friend who made him understand the current situation in Da Qian, well, that is, Southern Guizhou, how could there be such a benefit?

You must know that from the time of his miserable and aggrieved death, he has not received a single offering from him for many years.

He was even desperate and scolded his relatives, friends and descendants countless times. Why not offer him some of these things, even just a little bit?

Now, a strange little girl, who is not related to him, actually wants to offer sacrifices to him?

She is indeed a kind-hearted girl who is willing to give up precious food to help the people in troubled times!

Xie Zhizhong, who was relegated to immortality in Sanyuan Jidi, and Xie Zhizhong, who was the ghost king, couldn't help but feel so excited that his ghost eyes filled with tears at this moment.

"How can I be so virtuous and capable? How can I...".

"Thank you sir, you are worth it!".

Xiao Yuqi and Ji Yun rarely spoke solemnly at the same time.

The two of them were busy tearing up the valuables, lighting the pile of paper money in front of them, as well as the incense sticks and ingots. Xiao Yuqi and Ji Yun both held three sticks of incense and devoutly bowed to Xie Zhizhong, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times. This was a tribute to the hero.

A lot of incense, candles, ingots, paper money burned up in front of them, and then Ji Yun witnessed a miraculous scene.

These burned things were revealed little by little in front of Xie Zhizhong as they burned, until this side was burned out and his side was completely formed.

The smoke from the burning incense candles also turned into green light, and all of it rushed towards Xie Zhizhong.

The poor ghost king was enjoying worship and fireworks for the first time. He didn't even have time to look at the real ingot paper money in front of him. He suddenly felt that his body was full of power, and his neck was itchy and hot.

hot.

It was a warmth I had never felt since I became a ghost.

Xie Zhizhong is very smart, and he discovered something special about himself in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!