A few minutes later, in the Taoist temple.

Cao Yi met Zhao Li.

A black sleeveless windbreaker with a soul-destroying gun on her legs, she is lean and thin.

"Master, please help me see the pills in this bottle?"

Zhao Li took out a small white porcelain bottle from the handbag he was carrying, with hope in his eyes.

Cao Yi reached out to take it, opened the plug, and a cold wind blew into his face, as if there was a ghost hidden inside.

A thought came out, the pills inside floated out.

This is a misty white pill, which reminds people of the pale face of a zombie. It lingers in the gray gas around the pill, mixed with the power of soul and resentment, which makes people feel even more uncomfortable.

“Where did it come from?”

Cao Yi looked at Zhao Li.

"The ghost pill I asked someone to refine is said to allow people who have lost their souls to give birth to new souls."

Zhao Li explained.

Cao Yi recalled a little, and remembered the origin of this thing. In the later plot, there is a soul ferryman named Murong who helped Zhao Li refine elixir and was wanted by Patriarch.

Later, Zhao Li and Jiutian Xuannv joined forces to have a good show, allowing Murong to pretend to die and escape.

"You ghost pill?"

Cao Yi's eyes returned to the pill and frowned slightly.

"how?"

Zhao Li, who had not believed in this ghost pill, felt his heart suddenly hanged when he saw Cao Yi, a professional frowning.

"How long have you eaten?"

Cao Yi asked.

"Hundreds of years"

Zhao Li replied.

"However, because it is difficult to get all the ghosts needed for alchemy, they eat them very few times, just a few times in total."

He continued.

“Is it useful?”

Cao Yi asked again.

Zhao Li's expression became very strange, "I can't say it either. Every time I eat the ghost pill, I always feel that I'm getting close, but I'm always a little bit short of it."

"Don't take this pill"

Cao Yi said.

Zhao Li looked at Cao Yi deeply and nodded: "Listen to you."

"The elixir I told you last time still needs some things."

Cao Yi said.

"What?"

Zhao Li asked anxiously.

"You need souls." Cao Yi paused for a moment and continued: "It must be a soul with great sin and a certain climate."

"Living soul or dead soul?"

Zhao Li asked.

"Life of the soul is better"

Cao Yi answered.

"The sin and evil are extremely evil, and the soul with a certain climate"

Zhao Li was walking while chewing these words.

Gradually, his eyebrows were deeply locked, and the existence he knew was not easy to mess with.

Well, to be precise, either you have a strong cultivation level or have a big backer. You can't mess with it easily.

"The ordinary ones are not good, but there are many ordinary ones who do evil in their lifetime?"

He said subconsciously.

"You must be guilty of great evil and have a certain climate of souls."

Cao Yi said firmly.

"Besides, are you not afraid of being seen by Pluto?"

He then said another sentence.

Zhao Li was silent for a while and nodded in agreement.

"Take me to your soul station, I have a premonition that I will see tonight"

Cao Yi said.

"Soul Station?" Zhao Li was stunned and then suddenly said: "You are talking about the convenience store No. 444."

Cao Yi nodded.

...

In front of the convenience store No. 444, a district in Gusu.

Cao Yi's eyes flashed with fire, and the convenience store in front of him was twisted.

It turned into a huge city gate as dark as ink, with a plaque hanging on it, with two bloody big words written on it - the Ghost Gate, and Yin Qi kept spewing out from it.

As expected, the No. 444 convenience store is just a cover. The passage to the underworld is its true face.

No wonder there are always ghosts gathering here in the original plot.

"This Ghost Gate is an extension of the Ghost Gate, just like a branch of a large mountain range."

Zhao Li explained.

"The waiter inside looks familiar, and seems to have seen it in a dog-beating stick."

Xiaotian followed and spoke.

"Don't mention dog-beating sticks"

Zhao Li stared at him.

The psychological shadow caused to him by Erya inside was too great, and he could not listen to the word "dog stick" at all now.

Xiaotian curled his lips and said nothing.

"Please"

Zhao Li leads the way.

Cao Yi, Xiaotian followed.

When I entered the Ghost Gate, or the convenience store No. 444, I saw Xia Dongqing, a night shift waiter behind the cashier, dozing off.

Zhao Li, who was walking in front, walked quickly to the cash register in three steps, poked out his big hand, and snapped the cash register.

Xia Dongqing suddenly stood up.

"When sleeping at work, I will deduct your salary if you believe it or not?"

Zhao Li pretended to be furious.

Xia Dongqing, who was so thin that she was almost losing face, was already quite nervous. When she heard the words "deducted" by the three words "deducted again, I'm almost deducted my salary by you."

"Sleeping at work hours shouldn't be deducted?"

Zhao Li sneered.

"There are no guests, why are I dozing off? Why are you not humane at all?"

Xia Dongqing was aggrieved and angry.

"I'm not a human being, what kind of humanity I want."

Zhao Li sneered.

Xia Dongqing was choked and couldn't speak.

"Ahem"

Cao Yi coughed twice.

Zhao Li turned his head and his face changed from the widow's face to the madam's face in an instant: "Master, please come in?"

"Taoist priest?"
To be continued...