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It turned out to be him!

Who?

It's that crazy old Taoist priest!

There was no sound, no breath, no shadow, no trace, no wall, no window, no door, but he really stood in front of him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ah, the old fairy, forgive the official with the naked eye, I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because of ......"

Sipin Shen Yin began to recite poems again, but I don't know whether I was nervous or excited, and I forgot the words.

The crazy old Taoist priest didn't say a word, he stood stunned, and stood stunned without taking his eyes off it.

"The sky is falling, isn't it?!"

After a while, he finally spoke, as if asking, more like talking to himself.

"Ahh

Only submissively, nodding and bowing, the reverence is overflowing, it is the kind of admiration that is consistent on the surface, without the slightest falsehood mixed in it.

"There's still a day coming."

Still standing stunned, staring intently, standing in a stunned state, even speaking expressionlessly, without even twitching his mouth, if it weren't for the occasional fluttering of the placket in the wind, it would be a clay sculpture.

"Who? Which one! ”

Before the old Taoist's words landed, a vague uneasy emotion suddenly rose in the bottom of Ah Miyou's heart, more precisely, a vague sense of fear.

He suddenly felt that some kind of catastrophe was coming.

"Oh my God!"

Really!

"Ah, ah, Lord...... Host...... Ah, master, you ...... You...... Wow wow......"

Before Ah Miyu could react, the stammering janitor who was still lying on the ground reacted and cried, snot and tears flew together.

"Yes...... Be...... Be...... I...... I...... Is it? ”

Obviously, he was also frightened and stammered.

"Whew-"

An even more terrifying and stammering scene appeared, the crazy old Taoist priest who was still talking just now turned into a fireball in an instant, from small to large, and a thick smoke rose in front of the eyes of the two big living people, covering the entire room.

"The heaven of your house is not thee, but thy daughter, mix the ashes of the earth with rootless water, and smear it on her face. Remember, you must follow the instructions and do not slack off! Otherwise, not only will the heavens of your house fall, but you will ...... Alas......"

Out of thin air, such a passage was heard so really, and with a long sigh, it came to an abrupt end.

In an instant, the smoke cleared, and everything was as usual, as if nothing had happened.

"Quick! Fast! Fast! ”

After a while, Sipin Shen Yin suddenly woke up like a dream, and fell to the ground desperately, like a person who was about to drown and finally touched a thin straw in the stormy waves.

There, that is, on the ground where the crazy old Taoist priest had just stood, there was really a pile of ashes that were still a little hot, with a few wisps of light smoke.

White, mixed with a little black, only a small handful.

Twisted in the palm of the hand, it turned out to be paper ash.

"Could it be...... That one that day was ......"

Sipin Shen Yin A little bit understood, no wonder the old man standing in front of him just now was expressionless, his mouth did not move but he could make a sound, it turned out that it was just a papier-mâché puppet.

"But how did it get into the house, and who said those words? Where? What a hell of a life. ”

muttering in his mouth, his heart was in turmoil, annoyed, anxious, afraid, afraid, mixed together, a big pot of boiling rotten porridge.

For a while, it was really a monk of Zhanger - I couldn't figure it out.

"Someone, someone!"

He suddenly screamed.