Yes, I missed Carpenter Zhang!

On that stormy night, Carpenter Zhang found Liu Erxie and was the first dead man to return to the village. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It's the beginning of it all.

Moreover, Carpenter Zhang's situation was very different from the other dead people, he was like a monstrous zombie with terrifying combat power, so Meng Fan gathered the strength of five paper figures to reluctantly subdue him...... All kinds of weirdness, there must be an amazing secret hidden behind him!

It would be best if Carpenter Zhang could speak.

However, it is a pity that Carpenter Zhang's body has been destroyed, and it was collected by Meng Fan into the chaotic space of Qiankun Fall, and it can no longer be used.

Meng Fan appeased Zhang Chungeng, the son of Zhang Carpenter, and promised to do his best to facilitate the matter, so he walked to Mrs. Zhang's house.

Mrs. Zhang has been obsessed with cultivation all her life, has the cultivation of condensing the spirit and the two levels, and will also have some messy and strange methods, as if it is an encyclopedia that integrates the knowledge of strange forces and gods, and there will definitely be a way.

This is also the reason why Meng Fan often chats with Mrs. Zhang, and he has indeed benefited a lot.

Walking on the path in the village, some villagers saw that Meng Fan was coming, and they ran over to say hello from afar, which was very cordial, and their eyes on Meng Fan were very different from before.

In the past, it was roughly the way the elders looked at the younger generations, and there was not much respect. And after the terrible paper man incident, his gaze was afraid and unkind.

But now their eyes are scorching and reverent, as if Meng Fan is a round of sun, shining brightly, and their gazes are also different, just like ...... The worshippers of the Buddha suddenly saw the bodhisattva of great compassion standing in front of them.

In the past, Meng Fan was afraid that he would be embarrassed and cramped when he received such warm attention, but now he smiled indifferently, walked calmly step by step, and chatted with the villagers who greeted him warmly: "Uncle Yu, after my mother-in-law leaves...... Are you still used to eating?"

"Eat habitually, eat habitually. ”

"That's good. ”

"It's just that I can't sleep alone. ”

“……”

Saying goodbye to Yu Fengqing, he didn't walk a few steps, and ran into Zhu Butcher again, Zhu Butcher was carrying half a piece of pork ribs, and the bright red slices of flesh dripping blood hung down from it, stopped Meng Fan, and handed over the ribs: "I was looking for you, the meat that was just cut, take it home and stew it in a pot." ”

Meng Fan didn't have a part, took the half of the ribs, heavy, and smiled: "The broom ......"

Zhu Butcher's fleshy face actually became shy, rubbing his greasy hands: "Throw it away, I see the upset ......"

Meng Fan smiled and nodded: "It's okay...... No one has to sweep the floor. ”

Zhu Butcher smiled and scratched his head: "There is still a big ...... at home"

“……”

Later, when he was about to walk to Mrs. Zhang's house, he bumped into Village Chief Sun again, who was carrying a black plastic bag, and he didn't know what it contained.

"Paper money. Village Chief Sun flipped the bag, grinned at Meng Fan, and squeezed out the wrinkles on his face, "Tens of billions of dollars, go to my brother's grave, let him buy a big mansion below, install dozens of air conditioners, and no longer need to repair electric fans." ”

"Tsk...... It's atmospheric!"

Meng Fan's smile was very bright, but ...... Is there really a Hades?

Although he was already a cultivator, he had also experienced a lot of strangeness, and he was skeptical about whether the underworld existed.

If there really is a netherworld, how did those villagers who came back from the dead return to their souls?

It is clear that their souls still exist in this land, and it is impossible for them to return from the underworld.

He still can't figure it out.

Village Chief Sun chatted with Meng Fan warmly, and there was no lack of gratitude in his words, saying that Meng Fan helped him solve his big trouble and brought blessings to the village...... Something like that, looking grateful, almost gave Meng Fan the paper money in his hand, which scared Meng Fan and hurriedly walked away.

Not only Meng Fan is like this here, but Meng Qingshan and his wife are treated as well, they seem to have become the most popular people in the village, no matter where they go, there are people who come over to chat enthusiastically and say some words of thanks...... Meng Qingshan hadn't eaten at home several times, and he drank very diligently, and said to Meng Muxi, this is called ...... Entertainment.

It's probably because Meng Fan has brought blessings to the village.

The sunlight fell to the ground through the fine leaves, Meng Fan walked all the way, walked through the grass and trees, and his mood was also changing, and the beauty around him was ...... It also needs to be guarded.

Since he returned to the village, he has encountered many strange things, these things can easily cost people's lives, and even if it is his life, if he were someone else, I am afraid that he would have become a dead body in a coffin.

Some things still have to be resolved as soon as possible, and if they are allowed to grow, I am afraid that the consequences will be unimaginable.

He looked up at the sky, the light was dizzying, and when he closed his eyes, he always had a bad feeling, feeling that there was a faint danger of death in this apparent calm.

Walking to the gate of Mrs. Zhang's house, Meng Fan stopped, and suddenly found that the ashes on the ground had disappeared, stunned, and a trace of helplessness rippled in his heart, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the house in the stream: "Hey, this girl doesn't want to ......"

With Meng Fan's current cognition, he naturally knows that the effect of the ashes at the door is just a simple means used by Mrs. Zhang to ward off evil spirits and drive away ghosts, this method is also commonplace in the countryside, once a funeral procession passes by the door of their house, they will scatter some ash in advance, so that the wandering spirits cannot enter. And Mrs. Zhang's plant ash should be more effective.

It's just that this method may have inadvertently shattered a deep wish in Xiaoxi's heart.

The gate was not locked, Meng Fan hung the ribs sent by Zhu Butcher on the fence outside, pushed the door and walked into the yard, and was about to say hello, Liu Xiaoxi had already walked out, a pair of beautiful eyes were red and swollen, obviously he hadn't slept all night, looked at Meng Fan and said, "Meng Fan ......"

As a result, tears fell as soon as he opened his mouth: "I've been waiting for two days...... I still haven't waited for ......."

Meng Fan was a little distressed, stepped forward, grabbed Xiaoxi's soft and boneless little hand in his hand, and wiped her warm tears with the other hand, paused, and said softly: "Don't cry......"

Liu Xiaoxi took a deep breath, as if she wanted to hold back her tears, but obviously failed, so she put her face on Meng Fan's chest, so that he could see it, and maybe he would laugh at her...... A faint sun-baked, very pleasant smell emanated from his body, giving him a very warm feeling.

In the past, the two of them were so close...... I'm afraid it still won't work. Now it's natural.

"Will they still come?" she asked, "and I've swept away Grandma's ashes." ”

Meng Fan gently put his hand on Xiaoxi's soft waist, and the touch was very warm: "I'll help you wait with you tonight." ”

Liu Xiaoxi raised her hazy teary eyes, glanced at Meng Fan, and nodded...... The yellow warbler perched on the surrounding trees chirped carelessly, her voice was crisp and tactful, shaking her little head, and she looked at the two people in the yard curiously, some feelings, they didn't understand.

It's best not to understand, and the more you understand, the more troubles you have.

There is a poem Zeng Yun: Ruthless is not as affectionate as bitterness, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps. When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness......

There are thousands of kinds of love, and all kinds of lovesickness.

Meng Fan found Mrs. Zhang and explained the purpose of the trip, Mrs. Zhang frowned and pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Let the ghosts speak...... This kind of thing is indeed feasible, and a master once taught me that it is just a matter of summoning spirits, but it takes a little effort, if it is before changing to the old body...... It's all a trifle. ”

After speaking, he looked at the corpse refining furnace in the courtyard, and his eyes revealed eagerness.

Meng Fan pursed his lips, this old woman was really unkind, took the opportunity to mention the conditions, and smiled: "Okay, the stove has been drying for many days, it should be able to be used, it's time to have a good time for you, by the way, you ...... How many masters are there?"

"Hey. Mrs. Zhang's old face glowed, licked her lips, and recalled, "When the old body was young...... It's not as pretty as the stream, but it's still ...... I don't know how many people are rushing to take me as an apprentice, and I have learned a lot of interesting things......"

Meng Fan glanced at Mrs. Zhang, who was smiling a little proudly, and poured a scoop of cold water on it: "Why don't you look beautiful and do something...... Learn this ......" (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )