The sun was shining down, and the ground in the yard was a little dry and white.

Meng Fan sat cross-legged, wisps of green qi on his body swirled endlessly, and the chest pierced by Mei Jieyi's blood sword had almost healed, and the female ghost who was protecting the Dharma next to him was amazed, this degree of recovery was terrifying!

Wow wow!

The child cried in Aunt Dou's room, and the female ghost saw that Meng Fan was almost over, so she planned to hug the child, but just two steps, her soul trembled, and she looked up at the eaves.

An old man wearing sunglasses and carrying an erhu on his back was standing on the roof with a smile on his face.

"Shhh

Rubbing his eyes, there was still no one.

"It's weird. "The female ghost went into the house again to pick up the child.

At this time, Zhao Blind, who came all the way from Pig's Trotter Mountain, was already holding a bamboo stick, knocking on a hillside in the distance, and as he walked, he knocked on a big tree, and said to this and that tree: "Brother Shu, you said that there are three thousand avenues in the world, can you really go the same way?

The trees rattled.

"No, no, no. The blind old man knocked on the trunk of the tree with a bamboo stick, "You wooden head is not as good as a blind man who ignores things in the world, he has no way." ”

The trees were silent.

The blind old man smiled triumphantly.

"It's hard to come out, do you want to take a look around?"

"Oh, forget you're blind, so go around?"

The blind old man banged on the ground and walked away......

That is, on the night when the blind man left Mengjiazhuang, Qi Lin'er and Lan'er walked into Zhao Blind's house and saw the blind man's two chickens, but not on the bed, nor on the ground, but on the painting.

That is, the painting of the white-haired mother-in-law.

The two bowed to the painting.

If you have a heart, there is no one in heaven and earth who worships this old woman......

"Who says, don't forget, don't forget. ”

"Who would have thought that he would return to his homeland. ”

"Whose ears are desolate, mournful voices, echoes. ”

"A life of ups and downs, half a paper is absurd......"

When she walked out of Zhao's blind man's house, Lan Er hummed a small tune in a low voice, which made people feel sad and melancholy when she heard it, and when she saw Qi Lin'er glaring at her, Lan Er didn't dare to sing.

"Your Excellency, are you healed?"

In the small village, the female ghost was pretending to be a child in her belly, and when she saw Meng Fan open her eyes, she asked with concern, and secretly glanced at Meng Fan's wound, which was so deep that there was not even a scar left.

"Almost. ”

Meng Fan stood up straight, stretched his body, and looked in one direction with his eyes pointed...... A very familiar sound, full of the taste of home.

"Xu misheard. ”

Meng Fan shook his head and smiled, glanced at the hole in his chest, his face sank, and then turned around and entered the house, changed his clothes and came out, the female ghost blinked, although Meng Fan's clothes were clean and tidy, but as soon as he put them on, he was no different from the people in the village, but his temperament was transcendent, so that people did not dare to look at it directly.

Do all the masters like to be low-key?

For example, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Thirdly, Evil Mei thoroughly understood what it meant to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, and a sloppy blind old man was just a little bit away, and he was beaten to the ground.

It is impossible for him to forget the blind man's last blow in his life, which made his absolute defense explode into a cloud of fireworks, and the clothes on his body were ......

Mei Xieyi, who was wearing white clothes and endless elegance before coming, looked like a down-and-out refugee at this time, his white clothes were broken, and his body was covered with bruises, as if he was rolling through the thorn bushes, leaving only a big pants leaking everywhere, forcing Yu Yanshan to support him and walk towards a mountain forest.

There were several dead bodies in the mountains and forests, the same people who had killed people before he came.

Mei Xie Yi chose a dress that was decent to wear, took it off and put it on herself, as the so-called people rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, without the previous outfit, Mei Xie Yi can no longer show a trace of elegance, and limps away with Yu Yanshan.

"Why do you keep calling me Lord?"

In the courtyard, Meng Fan watched the female ghost put the child in her belly and asked.

The female ghost rubbed her stomach: "The little woman is a ghost, and she can smell a special smell on you." ”

Meng Fan casually took out the Imperial Whip: "Is this the taste?"

After a death catastrophe, his body can easily control the death qi, and the Imperial Whip no longer has the slightest disobedience, obediently entrenched in his hands, without leaking any breath.

The female ghost shook her head.

Meng Fan immediately took out a black token, which was the one of the black-robed man, on which was engraved the Skull Yin Temple, and said, "This?"

The female ghost saw the token with her own eyes, and shrank her head in fear: "Mm-hmm." ”

"Got it. ”

Meng Fan turned his hand and put away the token, and walked out of the courtyard, when he just got the token, he sensed a burst of rejection, it should not be reasonable, because the token is the thing of the black-robed man, and the black-robed man is dead, so he guessed that this token is likely to need a granting process, and it is not someone who picks it up and can use it.

"It's good to have time to forcibly confess the Lord directly. ”

Meng Fan hooked the corners of his lips, anyway, he had the master carving knife in his hand, and he could not use it to forcibly recognize the master, but he was not interested in the identity of the ghost cha, just thinking, with the token and the imperial whip, can he know more about the things in the underworld in advance, what kind of place is it?

chatting with Qi Lin'er and Lan'er, they were always vague, only saying that the place was not what he thought.

Knowing that this place was not far from the Nanwu Sect, and it was broad daylight, and the affairs of the black-robed man were still vivid, Meng Fan did not dare to take out the paper sculpture and fly, and when he walked along the muddy dirt road to the outside of the village, he looked at the female ghost, but did not speak.

The female ghost is very smart, and immediately understood Meng Fan's deep meaning: "My lord, I said that I want to repay you, and I will definitely repay you." ”

Meng Fan listened and nodded with satisfaction at the female ghost.

People say that nonsense is not credible, but often ghosts are more sincere than people.

But his profound expression seemed to make the female ghost think about it.

The female ghost looked Meng Fan up and down, her fingers went around her chest, looking very entangled, and then she bit her lip, glanced at the woods in the distance, and whispered: "My lord, you don't mind, the little woman is also ...... I wouldn't mind, or ...... Why don't we go there, it's windy here...... The wind is strong, and there are ...... There is a very strange old man, in case someone sees it...... It's not good for adults. ”

"What?"

"Didn't the adults want the little girl to dedicate it?"

“……”

"Adults dislike me for having a big belly?

Meng Fan looked at the female ghost who really made her belly smaller and had a high chest shyly, and said solemnly: "What did you just say about the strange old man?"

(End of chapter)