After a quick grooming, Zhang Jinjin took out today's spoils.

It was an ordinary looking box. Body in rosewood with brass edging. Probably because the Xuanjin Jiulong lock outside is safe enough. This small box is not locked, and it can be opened by flipping the hasp.

Zhang Jinjin carefully opened the box, and there was no valuable treasure inside. Inside a roll of rags was a handful of ashes, ashes.

Zhang Jinjin stared at the ashes for a while. After a while, he came back to his senses and took out a porcelain plate from the Qiankun bag. The porcelain plate is like a lotus flower with a slightly higher center. Zhang Jinjin carefully placed the porcelain plate on the bed and poured the ashes on the lotus petals. He took out a small lamp from a precious place.

It was a soul lamp.

The light was dim, as if a single breath could put him out, but it kept flickering and wouldn't go out.

Zhang Jinjin placed the soul lamp on the heart of the lotus flower, took out a small knife, cut his fingers, dripped a drop of blood on the soul lamp, and began to gently recite an unknown mantra.

The wind was picking up in the room.

As if the wind was blowing from hell, it was cold and biting, and the wooden furniture was instantly covered with a layer of ice.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, whirling wildly inside the house. A wisp of black smoke appeared slowly, gradually gathering with the wind.

The copper coin sat upright on the ground, and his two big eyes moved around with the black smoke. Suddenly, the gust of wind stopped suddenly, and a figure was reflected in the jewel-like pupil of the copper coin.

At the same time, in the grotto of Tianji Peak of Moyun Mountain, the jade bottle in front of the elder Mo Zhiqi suddenly glowed!

Chapter 123

Demon Demon Town, Yuelai Inn.

In the Tianzi No. 1 room, the wind was howling and black smoke filled the air. Soon after, the black smoke gradually gathered into a human shape and hung on the soul lamp.

Before Zhang Jinjin could speak, the soul asked, "Who are you and why did you call me?"

"The next Zhang Jinjin is a wandering businessman. Your Excellency is Aguluo in the Demon Domain?" Zhang Jinjin's eyes did not blink for a moment, staring at the smoky human figure, as if he wanted to see the clues from his face.

"A... Gu... Luo..., I've never called me by that name."

"Then let's put it another way, is your Excellency Gu Qingqiao?"

"Qingqiao, Qingqiao," the soul said softly, as if the name combined happiness and pain, spanning a long time.

"How is it? What is it not?" The soul did not answer directly.

"If you are, I can help you get revenge." Zhang Jinjin gave him a sideways glance.

"Vengeance?" The voice was low, and the tea cups and trays on the table hummed like muffled thunder, with a trace of bloodthirsty cruelty in the end, "You help me take revenge, then, what do you want from me?"

Copper Coin was a little scared, and hid under the cabinet with a meow.

Zhang Jinjin is quite natural, Shi Shiran said: "I am a businessman, and I can make a profit. You can not trust me, you just need to know that my interests do not conflict with yours."

"Interesting." The words in the black smoke carried a hint of interest, "You are not small."

"I'm asking for wealth at risk. Alas, no matter how much, ah... Senior Gu Qingqiao, if you're ready, I'll cast a spell to transform you."

"Senior?" Gu Qingqiao was a little surprised, "I'm dead... How many years have I slept?"

"Not much, just fifty years."

"Fifty years..." Gu Qingqiao was silent. Fifty years, what an embarrassing time, is enough for a person to spend a lifetime, but not enough to forget a period of time. Alas, let's not think about it so much, I will return to this world horizontally and vertically, and there will always be a chance to see it in person.

"My body is destroyed, how are you going to resurrect me?"

Zhang Jinjin didn't speak, took the Qiankun bag and started to dig things out. saw him take out a clean bottle, a medicinal pill, and a stack of spells from the Qiankun bag.

"Shaping water, sports pill, soul-fixing talisman? Young master here are all good things!" There was a lazy smile in the deep voice, "I now believe your sincerity a little bit."

Zhang Jinjin rolled his eyes, didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went straight to the lotus plate.

Zhang Jinjin surrounded the lotus plate densely with a spell, pinched it with his left hand, and the Sports Pill immediately turned into powder, mixed with the ashes, and slowly poured the shape-forming water into the ashes with his right hand. Then he took a step back, chanted the spell in a low voice, and exploded a spiritual ball from both hands, which was poured into the lotus plate.

Like a drop of water splashing into the oil pan, the ashes on the lotus plate immediately churn, and the soul condensed by the black smoke suddenly flew down, spinning around the ashes.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the water-sprayed ashes were gradually crumpled into a small ball. Immediately afterwards, the small ball stretched out in all directions, and the head, body, limbs, and human figures slowly appeared. The black smoke melted into the body, the lotus plate gradually disappeared, and finally with a "snap", the flame of the soul lamp skyrocketed, from faint to bright, and a body was lying upright on the bed.

Zhang Jinjin's legs softened, he sat down on the chair in front of the table, and took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat. Tonight is breaking the formation and rushing, and this transformation ceremony is more laborious than expected, but fortunately, it is finally completed.

Zhang Jinjin rested for a while, then stepped forward to check the body.

man in bed. The shoulders are wide, the waist is thin, the legs are slender, and there is no exaggerated muscle, but there is strength in the thinness. The emotion in Zhang Jinjin's heart has not yet formed, and a hand with slender fingers suddenly hit him. Zhang Jinjin took a step back like lightning, but there was no other action. The hand was already around his throat.

"It's you who should be worried now!" Gu Qingqiao whispered in his ear. "Believe it or not, I'll crush you to death now, and see who will do justice for you, a lowly mixed-blood demon?"

Zhang Jinjin had a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, with dark pupils, but when he looked closely at the light, there was a faint blue light in his eyes, and there was a thin circle of gold on the edge of his pupils, which was a sign of demon blood.

"Aren't we the same?" Although it was difficult to speak, Young Master Zhang's peach eyes were still smiling.

Around Gu Qingqiao's eyes, the brown-gold light circle flashed away.