fried ghost

"Who?!"

The movement of kicking the door alarmed Qin Shaoyou, he turned around and slashed out.

"The Night Watchman of the Demon Suppression Division."

The person who kicked the door quickly backed away, and at the same time showed his identity to avoid accidental injury.

By the light of the lantern, Qin Shaoyou could see clearly the uniform of Zhen Yaosi on the people who came, as well as the identity badge held in his hand, and Qin Daoren who was following behind them.

Only then did he retract the knife he had split, but he didn't put it into the sheath, and pointed at the erotic book in the cabinet with the knife.

"You are here. A female ghost crawled out of this book just now."

"Where's the female ghost?"

The night watchman with the lantern asked, the shadows in the room lit by the flickering candles added a bit of weirdness and gloom.

"Killed by me."

Qin Shaoyou's answer was obviously beyond the night watchman's expectations.

They glanced at each other and asked in confusion, "Since you can kill the ghost in the painting, why did you send a signal to call for reinforcements?"

"Because before the fight, I wasn't sure I could kill her. Of course, I have to be careful and make the safest choice." Qin Shaoyou said seriously.

"This..."

Several night watchmen looked at each other.

If someone else said this, they would scold the other party for abusing the Cloud Piercing Arrow. But to Qin Shaoyou, they couldn't say that.

Who asked Qin Shaoyou to have a brother-in-law of Baihuguan, the Suppressing Demon Squad?

They even had to boast: "Master Xiao Qin is really... cautious."

Qin Shaoyou was very satisfied with this evaluation, and sighed: "Be careful. In this season of demons, you can't be too cautious, right?"

What can a few night watchmen say? Can only say yes with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, a night watchman took out a box full of talisman paper from the box he was carrying, put the Spring Palace book in it, and brought it back to the Town Demon Division for identification and inspection.

By the light of the night watchman's lantern, Qin Shaoyou noticed that there was one person missing on the cover of the Spring Palace Book.

What was missing was the female ghost he killed.

After putting away the erotic book, the night watchman checked Qin Shaoyou's room again.

They didn't find the remaining ghost breath, but they were almost hurt by the trap set up by Qin Shaoyou.

This makes them really want to scold their mothers - you are overly cautious with so many traps in your own room, right? Aren't you afraid of getting up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet and hurting yourself?

But reason prevailed over impulse, and they didn't dare to really scold them.

After carefully and quickly completing the inspection, several night watchmen hurriedly said goodbye, for fear that they would break the defense if they took a single step.

"You don't need to climb over the wall when you come, and you climb over the wall when you leave. What's wrong..."

Qin Daoren saw that these night watchmen did not leave the courtyard door that he had opened, but chose to climb over the wall again, and couldn't help shaking his head.

How did he know that these night watchmen were frightened by the traps made by Qin Shaoyou, for fear that there were still traps near the courtyard gate, so they chose to go the same way.

Even the position and action of climbing the wall were the same as when they came.

"That's right, it's too dogmatic." Qin Shaoyou agreed, but what he thought in his heart was: It seems a little too easy to overturn this wall? Some arrangements have to be made.

Just thinking about it, he found that his father and mother, who had just come out of the house, both set their eyes on him.

Qin Shaoyou thought they didn't understand the word 'dogmatism', and was about to explain when he heard his mother say, "Xiao Qi, I just heard you say in the room that the female ghost came from an erotic book. Crawled out?"

"right."

Qin Shaoyou first responded, and immediately realized that something was wrong, and quickly explained:

"That erotic book has nothing to do with me. It was brought to the town demon yamen by my subordinates, and I found it and confiscated it. Although I took it home, but I haven't read it, I plan to put it away for a while and wait for that person Give it back to him if you do well..."

Qin Daoren patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You don't need to explain so much, we believe in you."

Then he asked about the situation when he was fighting with the female ghost. With years of experience, he gave some suggestions.

Qin Shaoyou only felt that he had benefited a lot.

After the review was over, Qin Daoren yawned and said, "I and your mother went back to the room to rest, you should go to bed earlier... Oh, by the way, what do you think of Haocheng?"

Qin Shaoyou was still immersed in the review, and subconsciously replied: "Yan Fu is constant, eternal God!"

After saying this, he regretted it.

Sure enough, looking at Qin Daoren again, he looked like he was smiling but not smiling, as if he was saying, 'Look at how you pretend to be a kid'.

"I just flipped through it... just a little bit." Qin Shaoyou explained with a smile, embarrassed to the point of embarrassment.

Is there anything more embarrassing than being caught reading an erotic book by your parents?

Well, it seems there is...

Qin Daoren, who succeeded in the enticement, laughed: "No need to explain, we all understand. You have grown up and you are full of energy. It is normal to have these needs, but you must know how to control and not overdo it, otherwise it will affect your cultivation. Also, in the future If you encounter something like this again, don't throw the blame on your subordinates, it's easy to reveal the truth. The best person to blame is the jailer. Because of this kind of person, it's hard for outsiders to see, and it's not easy to be questioned…"

Qin Daoren was a little overwhelmed, so much so that he forgot his wife was still beside him when he imparted his experience.

Qin Li Shi was yawning constantly and was drowsy, but after hearing Qin Daoren's words, he instantly became refreshed, stared at his hips and said:

"No wonder you used to like to talk to the jailer about your work, and it was always late. I've been wondering for a long time, what kind of work do you have to talk to the jailer? Now I know that this is all your excuse! , Where did you go when you returned home late? Also, why do you know so much about the content of the Erotic Palace Book?!"

"No, I was really talking about work before. As for the content of the erotic book, I listened to others, and I haven't read a single page... Ehhh, don't screw your ears, Xiaoqi is still here, give it to me Is it okay to save face... it hurts, go back to the house, go back to the house and we will shut the door and say."

Qin Daoren covered his ears and begged for mercy, and was dragged back to the room by Qin Li.

In the days that follow, whether he sleeps on the bed or on the ground, it will depend on whether he can make up all the lies he told before.

Qin Shaoyou was very happy to see this scene.

When someone accompanies them to die together, it doesn't feel so embarrassing.

Watching his parents return to the room, he closed the door and started the 'interrogation'. Qin Shaoyou did not go back to the room to sleep, but went to the kitchen with a knife.

After beheading the female ghost, Qin Shaoyou really had a new page in the cookbook in his mind.

It's a new dish called 'Fried Ghost'.

The main ingredient used in this dish is the female ghost who was beheaded by him.

In the recipe, this female ghost is named 'Ghost Ghost'. She was originally a poor person who was harmed by ghosts, but after her death, she was willing to help ghosts to lure and kill others in order to obtain flesh and blood and yang energy, sinking step by step. Fallen into a demon.

It's pathetic, but also hateful.

The practice of deep-frying ghosts is very simple. You can directly fry the ghosts in the oil pan until golden brown, and then you can eat them.

As for its effect, it made Qin Shaoyou's eyes shine.

"Blood qi fills up the martial artist and eats it, which can smelt the blood qi into the viscera and bones, so as to strengthen the muscles and bones, and strengthen the body. It can also obtain the talent of [Qiao Tongue]."

"I guessed it right, the update of the recipe is really related to the beheading of demons. The effect of deep-fried ghosts smelting blood energy into the internal organs and bones is a key step in breaking through from the blood energy realm to the muscles and bones realm... However, this [Qiao Tongue] ]What is talent?"

In the kitchen, Qin Shaoyou pondered while lighting a fire.

Is it to make the tongue flexible?

The kind that can speak a lotus, and eat snails without toothpicks?

Oops, if the female ghost in the painting had said she had this talent earlier, I wouldn't have hacked her to death with a few knives, so I would have to give it a try.

Hmm, forget it, it's better to hack to death, in case she is attacked while trying, even if you can save your life, you won't be able to save your roots...

But what's the use of me taking this talent? Is it to change careers to do duck?

Although my handsome face is really suitable for soft rice, the problem is, I don't know any rich women!

Qin Shaoyou was thinking wildly, but a sentence was refreshed on the page of the fried ghost in the recipe.

[Comment]: A person with a clever tongue can speak well.

It is the explanation of the talent of [Qiao Tong].

"Able to speak well?"

Qin Shaoyou remembered the experience that when the female ghost in the painting first appeared, he almost bewitched him with a lame lie.

Could it be that the [Qiao Tong] talent gave him a similar ability?

Just don't know how it works.

"It's not the kind of tongue-in-cheek ability I thought..."

Qin Shaoyou breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time was a little regretful.

When the fire was booming, Qin Shaoyou picked up the pot on the stove and poured some vegetable oil into the pot.

The oil was quickly burned to the point of scalding, and as Qin Shaoyou thought about it, he took out the female ghost in the painting from the recipe.

The female ghost in the painting at this moment is no longer the exaggerated gourd-shaped figure before, but has become a dark cloud of black energy.

When the black gas came out of the recipe, it fell directly into the oil pan. It was obviously an invisible thing, but it was fried with a 'squeak'.

In a short time, it was blasted from pitch black to golden, from a spiritual body to a real body.

It looks crispy and has an enticing aroma.

The only thing Qin Shaoyou felt sorry for was a ghost who only made a fried ghost.

It is impossible to want to eat something like the demon wolf blood tofu every day.

After all, it is not uncommon to eat demon meat and drink demon blood in the Demon Suppression Division, but eating ghosts...

Haven't really heard of it.

And there is no mysterious recipe, and it is not an easy task to collect beheaded ghosts.

Qin Shaoyou took the fried ghost out of the pot, put out the stove fire, scooped up the used vegetable oil, put it into an empty bowl, and kept it for the next cooking.

Then I picked up the fried ghost that had cooled down and took a bite.

Fluffy and crispy, it tastes very similar to fried dough sticks. It is worthy of being called a fried ghost. It would be even better if there is another bowl of soy milk.

After a few bites of the fried ghost, Qin Shaoyou felt that the blood in his body began to surge.

Knowing that this was a sign that blood energy was about to melt into his internal organs and bones, he hurried back to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, put the knife on his right hand, and took out a cloud-piercing arrow on his left.

With this arrangement, in case of any accident when smelting blood energy, it can also respond in time.

Just after doing this, a severe pain swept over and enveloped Qin Shaoyou's whole body.

And in the Demon Suppression Division, the statue of the ancestor of Jiutian Dangmo, who has no eyes, once again shed blood and tears from the empty eye sockets...