The cold wind was miserable, the cold moon shone on the graves below, the tombstones were lined up, and suddenly a newly soiled grave shook for a moment, and then a hand stretched out from under the ground.

Zhao Ran crawled out of the grave with difficulty, and then angrily smacked the soil in his mouth, he thought that climbing the grave was as easy as last time, how did he know that the coffin that the Horse Mansion had bought for him was really good, and it took him a day and a night to climb out of the grave.

He carefully re-piled the grave, then looked down and couldn't help but say with a discolored face: "Who stole my elbow!"

A large pot of elbows was almost all swallowed by the wild dogs, and only one that had fallen in the grass beside him was left, and he picked up the elbows that were left from the dog's mouth in disappointment, and ran towards the mountain road by taking advantage of the darkness of the night, and then turned around and dug out a burden under a tree.

He neatly pulled out the human skin of Rong Xian from the burden, and turned out the half of the order from the human skin, and took off the skin of the mother on his body with ease, and put the human skin on the face of the person, and immediately became dizzy with hunger, and gnawed off the elbow by dividing it by two, and a thin layer of flesh and blood grew under the skin, which was not much different from the old zombie at the beginning.

He wanted to hide his burden on his body, and it was inconvenient to bring too many things, so Rong Xian's newly purchased old cotton clothes and pants did not take it with him, and he was still wearing the previous set of Mrs. Li's costume and looked around the mountain for a while, and saw Hu San carrying a big basket coming from the mountain road.

"Hu Sanzi!" Zhao Ran greeted happily when he saw his acquaintance.

Hu San looked up and saw that Zhao Ran was so frightened that he immediately turned around and ran, and after running not far, he saw Zhao Ran running to the front, the figure of the old zombie was neater than that of a living person, and his desire to escape was suddenly discharged.

"Ancestor...... You, why are you chasing me again?"

"I need help with an acquaintance!"

Hu San was simply about to cry without tears, thinking that you can't find someone else when you are old, but then he remembered that the old zombie in front of him was an old ghost who had nothing to do after turning around under the Demon Suppression Tower, it seemed that this line was by no means ordinary, so he said politely: "What do you want to help with the little one?"

Zhao Ran gestured at the clothes on his body and said, "I still need Brother Hu, you need to do me another favor and change this set of clothes on my body into a suitable one!"

Hu San found out that Zhao Ran was wearing another red and green robe, and couldn't help but say: "You are always ......."

He replied disappreciatively: "I asked someone to bury it again." ”

Hu San said enviously: "Your old descendants are really filial, and this shroud doesn't know a lot of money at a glance." ”

Zhao Ran said casually: "That's what they should have." ”

Hu San thought that this old ghost was really in the blessing and didn't know the blessing, and sighed: "Old ancestor, you are already a blessed person, have you heard of Rongjiazhuang?"

"Rongjiazhuang, what's wrong?" Zhaoran's ears immediately pricked up.

"No, nothing. Hu San's words came to his mouth and swallowed back, and he subconsciously tightened his back to the basket.

Zhaoran pointed to the basket and asked, "Third Brother Hu, don't you cut firewood?" What is in the basket?"

Hu San hurriedly said: "Some mountain goods, just some mountain goods!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhaoran saw the lid on the basket move, and then an onion head came out of it with its head against the lid, and Zhaoran blurted out: "It's you!"

He didn't forget the little boy, it was he who poured a soak of urine on Wen Zhigeng.

Hu San was stunned: "Old, do you know the ancestor?"

"Isn't he a child from Rongjiazhuang?"

The onion grinned and cried.

It was night, Zhao Ran didn't see clearly, it was daylight and the onion head was close and close, and the mouth was very big, he could see that the onion head only had two teeth in his mouth, not the front teeth, but two small tiger teeth, and it was not the ordinary pointed heel length, and it had a little inward curve.

Zhaoran was clever, where are these tiger teeth, they are clearly two snake teeth.

The onion head cried, first grabbed Zhaoran's clothes from the basket, and finally simply climbed out of the basket and hung on Zhaoran's clothes.

"I picked up this child, not stolen it!" Hu San argued.

"Okay, okay, where did you pick up this child?" clearly saw that this little boy should be the son of the village chief of Rongjiazhuang, how could such a valuable child be lost.

Hu San saw the intimacy of the grandfather and grandson, as if he had guessed the origin of Zhaoran, and couldn't help but regret that the cheap son shouldn't have picked it up, so he had to honestly tell how he picked up the little boy.

He got up early to chop wood, and at dawn he saw something moving in the grass, and he thought it was a hare for the winter, so he quietly moved forward a few steps with a woodcutter, and when he got closer, he found that it was a little boy.

Rongjiazhuang disappeared without a trace, which is not a trivial matter in the local area, almost everyone knows about it, and they all say that they offended the big officials in the capital, so they ran away overnight.

The little boy's ornament was engraved with a word, Hu Santuo asked the old gentleman in the village to read it, and said that it was the word Rong, and Hu San was so big that he could guess that the onion head was pulled down by Rongjiazhuang when he fled.

Hu San's family was so poor that he couldn't marry a daughter-in-law today, so he had the idea of picking up a cheap son, but the little boy had two fangs and was really infiltrating, so he wanted to take the onion on his back and go to Rong'an Town to find a doctor to see, or find a tool to frustrate, but he didn't think about it.

Zhao Ran imagined for a while, it was about the time when the war was in chaos, and the little boy didn't know when he climbed out of the car, and then he missed the Lord Rongjiazhuang who was in a hurry.

According to his meaning, even if Hu San likes it, then keep it, but the onion head just doesn't let go of Zhaoran's clothes, Zhaoran doesn't want to raise a little snake to play, so he has to repeat: "Come up to your Hu Dad!"

But the onion just didn't let go, and in the end he actually took two small teeth and held Zhaoran's clothes.

Hu San stammered: "This is really not a family that doesn't enter the door, the little baby is related to the ancestors!"

Zhao Ran's face almost changed color, this onion-headed ancestor General Python has a snake head, what does it have to do with him?!

He was trying harder to get the onion off his body.

The onion head got up in the middle of the night and booed, usually he booed it was a big thing, grandpa look, grandma look, grandma look, dad and mom look, everyone had a smile on their faces, but that night no one paid attention to him, so he decided to scare them, and hid in the grass by the side of the road.

Who knew that he fell asleep as soon as he hid, and then his grandparents, parents, and parents were all gone, he already felt that he was fed up with grievances, and he was disgusted, he cried so much that tears soared, shaking his head, and it sounded like Zhaoran was abusing the baby from a distance.

Zhaoran had to hug him and said, "That's it, that's it!"

Hu San glanced at the onion head worriedly, although it is not good for the doll to follow the zombie, but fortunately, the old zombie is the ancestor of the onion head, so it will not hurt him, and besides, what ability does he have to deal with an old zombie with such a deep Tao.

He sighed thinking in his heart, this time he was familiar with it, and when he arrived in Rong'an Town, Hu San found a stall to collect old clothes, and exchanged Zhaoran's gold-inlaid robe for huàn.

The straw stall naturally saw that there was something strange here, where did a woodcutter get this expensive robe, but the profit here was too big, so he turned a blind eye.

Hu Santing knew how to do things, not only picked out a cotton robe for Zhaoran, but also got a small cotton suit for the onion head, and then he went to the place where he met Zhaoran with a big bag and a small bag.

Zhaoran changed his clothes, patted Hu San's shoulder and said, "I asked Hu Sange to help twice, but I haven't invited you to eat yet, let's go, I'll invite you to eat Buddha fish!"

Hu San was shocked when he heard this, and said in his heart that this old zombie actually regarded the Demon Suppression Tower as nothing, could it be, could it be, it was not an old zombie, it was actually a legendary autopsy immortal.

There is a legend of the Yiren Tomb in the Five Elements Mountain, the high-rollers of the rivers and lakes who come to look for the Yiren Tomb every year do not know how many, and there are not many people in the mountain who rely on this to eat, such as the most famous guide village Rongjiazhuang, so the mountain people love to listen to the strange stories and love to pass on, and naturally Hu San also likes it.

Hu Sanxin thought about it, so he followed Zhaoran into the hotel in a daze, sat in the private room of the big hotel where he had only seen the door curtain in his life, and looked at the food in front of him, it was in the clouds, and he didn't know what it tasted like when he ate it, but fortunately, Zhaoran was also generous, and he didn't eat a bite, but he packed it and brought it back.

Before leaving, he took out a few ingots of silver and said: "Third Brother Hu, it's not easy for me to see you, I'll set up a small stall for you to do some small business with these ingots of silver." ”

Hu Sanhun walked out of Rong'an Town in a daze, chewed the silver in his hand carefully in his mouth, and then made sure that it was not a stone that had changed, nor was it □□ changed, but it was indeed silver, and he couldn't help but burst into tears, kneeling on the ground and shouting: "Old fairy!"

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In front of the new tomb on the side of the mountain, Jiuru, who was dressed in a white robe, stood there, and a Buddha behind him stepped forward and whispered, "Buddha, we should go." ”

Jiuru raised his hand, and the wind in his palm was like a knife, and he cut off a strand of his long hair, and he bent down to bury the strand of long hair in front of Zhaoran's grave.

At this moment, Zhaoran hid in the inn and gnawed on a large pot of pig's trotters, and looked at himself in the mirror and felt a little human-like, as if he was not much different from when he met Jiuru, so he threw away the claws in his hand, settled the onion head, and then changed his original clothes, stuffed the demon bow into the jacket and walked towards the demon suppression tower.

There was no Jinyi guard in front of the tower, but as soon as he took two steps inside, a few tall warrior monks stepped forward to stop him, and said happily: "I'm looking for your Buddha, the one called Jiuru." I've known him for a long time!"