Early in the morning, Fang Huan had just woken up, waking up on the kang in his home, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

In his dream, he also dreamed of his mother's kiss.

He woke up because he heard footsteps.

No matter how Fang Huan is now, he is also a four-ding cultivator, even if the spiritual power of Qi Ding and Tianlei Ding cannot be used, but he is also deaf and clear-sighted, and has a keen perception.

The villagers of Longweipo are all dead, where is the footsteps?

The old medicine head is back?

Soon Fang Huan shook his head, the old medicine head is old, although he is in good health, but his steps are not so brisk, who could it be?

Fang Huan hurriedly got up and put on a piece of clothing and opened the door of his courtyard.

This is...... Demon ???

On the village road, there was a small guy who was not tall and thin, but behind his back was a long purple box much larger than himself, which was very funny.

From a distance, Fang Huan saw that guy's difference, with short silver-white hair, it should be a ...... The males actually have a pair of large erect white ears, fluffy, and a white tail flicking around behind them, which is also fluffy.

It seems that only the demon clan has a tail, right?

Looking at the shape of the tail and ears, it seems to be ...... Is it still a male fox demon?

The little guy who stood on the path with a confused face and suspected of being a fox demon immediately flicked his tail and ran over after seeing Fang Huan.

After waiting for the little guy to run in front of Fang Huan and stop, he opened his mouth, shook his head again, and opened his mouth again, repeating this five or six times, without saying a word, with an anxious face.

His eyes were large, like two swarthy gems, but they were full of ignorance.

Sure enough, he was very short, and his height was only up to Fang Huan's waist.

Fang Huan didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations related to the Lingding from this little guy, it seemed that he was a little guy who didn't have any cultivation, otherwise it would be impossible not to feel Fang Huan's cultivation of the Siding now, unless this little guy's cultivation was more than Siding, but this little guy looked like a child, more than Siding?

Looking at this little guy's appearance, Fang Huan felt a little funny in his heart, and said, "Are you a demon clan?"

The little guy was dazed for a moment, shook his head, and said in a weak voice: "I am a spirit ......"

The voice is childish, crisp and pleasant, a bit like a lark in a deep valley...... Although he is a male.

Spirit Clan?What kind of race is this?Fang Huan had never heard of it, and he had never seen it in the books of the Hidden Dragon Gou Six Clans.

However, Fang Huan could feel a kind of purity from this little guy, the ultimate purity, the purity that was not stained with dust.

"What's your name?" Fang Huan asked.

"Smart. I...... I'm a little hungry, do you have anything to eat?" said the little one, rubbing his belly.

Fang Huan was amused by the cute appearance of this little guy called Smart, turned around and opened the courtyard door and said, "Come in, I'll go make something to eat." ”

Approaching the courtyard with small steps, he looked around at the four-walled house of Fang Huan's family, full of curiosity.

"It's a lot different from the tree hole where we live. Agile muttered to himself.

"You live in a tree hole?" Fang Huan asked after hearing the tip of his ears.

Agile nodded, his big ears swaying up and down.

Fang Huan took a stool and handed it to Lingdong, asking him to do it first, while he took out Sui Han from the ring between his fingers, chopped wood in the yard, and used it to make a fire.

The agile and short body sat on a small wooden bench, and the huge purple long box behind it looked very twisted.

"You can put it down and carry it on your back without sinking?" Fang Huan said with a smile as he chopped wood.

Ling's face changed, he jumped up from the stool all of a sudden, took two steps back, opened his arms and hugged the long box behind him with his backhand, and kept shaking his head: "No, absolutely not." ”

Fang Huan rolled his eyes, do you think I'm going to rob you of something?

"Okay, okay, then you can carry it, I don't want anything from you, really, I really don't want it. Fang Huan smiled angrily at his smart appearance.

Seeing that Fang Huan no longer had the idea of beating the box behind him, he returned to the stool and sat down, staring at Fang Huan with a curious look on his face.

"Did a lot of people just die here?" asked Lingdong suddenly.

"How do you know?" Fang Huan raised his head and asked in surprise.

"I smell it. ”

"You smell it?!" Fang Huan was shocked.

"It's like ninety-six dead, no, ninety-seven. Lingdong said with his fingers crossed.

Fang Huan was dumbfounded, even he himself only knew how many people had died when he buried the bones of these people.

This little guy ...... Can you smell it?

"The smell of everyone's blood is different, so you can smell it when you smell it. "Agile looks like a matter of course.

Fang Huan really wanted to ask this little guy, are you a dog? No, it is impossible for a dog to smell the blood of many people floating in the air, right?

"I still smell ......"

"What?" Fang Huan asked.

"You're a good guy...... Otherwise I wouldn't have come in. ”

Fang Huan was completely speechless, good guys and bad guys, what do you hear?

"But there's something particularly evil in you, and I don't know what it is......" Spirit said again.

Fang Huan had a ghostly expression.

It's a particularly evil thing, and it's a poor Qiding with a poor and strange demonic nature!

Fang Huan really wanted to ask this little guy, what else could you not smell?

Breakfast was very simple, Fang Huan cooked a pot of porridge and five eggs, all of which were "borrowed" from the dead villager's house next door, but these were obviously less.

Fang Huan underestimated the amount of food that this little guy who was only about one meter tall, and ate four eggs alone, and after eating, rubbing his stomach, Fang Huan showed an expression of "what else".

Fang Huan could only go to the next door to "borrow" a few eggs and come back.

After eating eight eggs and a large pot of porridge, he was finally full, revealing a very cute and shy expression.

"Thank you, good brother......"

Fang Huan's face was black, good brother...... Is there a worse name than that?

"My name is Fang Huan, it's okay if you call me Brother Fang, it's okay to call me Brother Huan, it's okay if you don't call me by my name directly, don't call me a good brother anymore. ”

"Oh. He nodded earnestly.

After breakfast, Fang Huan began to "visit the door" door to door, and every time he arrived at a house, he would rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find the silver saved by the villagers.

Fang Huan didn't plan to stay in Longweipo all the time, originally he didn't like this place either, he wanted to go out for a walk and find a way to make himself stronger, so that it was possible to go to Senior Brother to avenge Shizun.

Now that the villagers in the village have all died, they are all buried in the graveyard in the shade of Ziyun Peak, and the silver and copper coins they have accumulated have naturally become ownerless.

And Fang Huan came out of the Hidden Dragon Ditch, it can be said that he is penniless, how can he go out for a walk without money, how can he become stronger, and he can't even solve the problem of food and shelter.

Like a little heel, he kept following Fang Huan, watching Fang Huan rummage through the other villagers' houses.

"Brother Huan......"

"Huh?" Fang Huan was lying on the ground, digging a dusty kang hole, those stingy villagers liked to hide their money in such a hidden and dirty place.

"Although you are a good person......"

Fang Huan's hand shook when he took out the kang hole, I am a good person I know, why do you add although?

"But...... My gut tells me you're doing a bad thing. ”

Fang Huan almost fell into the pit, and after taking out the silver, he got up and turned his head, patted his dusty hands, and said to Ling Dong seriously: "These people are dead, and their silver is no longer needed." I collected the bones for them, and that's the equivalent of funeral money, you know?"

"Oh, Brother Huan, what you said makes sense. After thinking seriously for a moment with her fair little face, she continued: "But I still think you are doing something bad. ”

Fang Huan was speechless.

Fortune from the dead, is this considered a bad thing??

Can a cultivator's business be regarded as stealing?

That's a problem.