The carriage wandered around for half an hour, and finally stopped at the gate of a dilapidated courtyard.

"It's strange that there are people in the mountains? Fang Huan muttered, hiding behind the trunk of an old tree, staring at these vendors.

The entertainer removed a pile of objects from the carriage, kicked open the courtyard gate with his foot, and shouted.

"Grandpa, we're back. ”

There was a violent coughing sound in the thatched house, followed by a hoarse sound like the cry of a night owl, which was extremely unpleasant.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, you're back, how much did you make today?"

Fang Huan frowned when he heard this harsh voice, it was hard to imagine what kind of person could make such an ugly sound.

A few entertainers seemed to have been accustomed to it for a long time, and did not react, while sorting out the objects removed from the carriage, they replied: "I don't make less money today, the performance of the dog baby is very outstanding, and the copper money earned is converted into silver, no less than twenty taels." ”

"Well, hurry up and cook, the old man is hungry. ”

When several entertainers entered the house, Fang Huan tiptoed to the roof of the thatched house under the cover of night, and saw through the gap in the thatch that there was a chaise longue in the room, and a thin old man was lying on the chaise longe.

Fang Huan looked at the old man carefully, only to feel that his throat was tight, and his abdomen turned upside down, and he almost vomited all the food he had eaten at noon.

This...... What kind of face is this?

Most of the old man's face was covered with dense brown scars, uneven, like a beehive full of bees.

Fang Huan hurriedly closed his eyes, goosebumps all over his body.

Luckily, I haven't had dinner yet, otherwise I'd have vomited.

The old man stiffened his neck and glanced at the roof, and his hoarse voice sounded again.

"I said that you should be careful when you go out, so as not to let people discover the horses' feet, why don't you rabbit cubs have a long memory. ”

Several artists who were busy cooking and brushing pots were stunned, looking at the old man, not knowing why.

"Since the honorable driver is here, let's come down and see you, the name of the gentleman on the beam is not good. The old man looked at the roof and said.

Fang Huan calmed down his tumultuous stomach, broke the thatch on the roof, and fell into the house, his eyes trying not to look at the old man with a scarface.

The reason why he dared to appear so rashly was because Fang Huan didn't feel any spiritual power fluctuations on the old man Scarface, if it was just a room of ordinary people, Fang Huan naturally had nothing to fear.

"Old man, I lost my hands and feet twenty years ago, and I can't get up to salute, so it's no wonder. Dare to ask the disciples who are not successful to follow me, why are you here to do so?" the old man lay on the recliner and stretched out his head to look at Fang Huan and asked.

Fang Huan turned his head to look at the gray loess dog squatting at the door, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I'm just curious, why your dog is so different, so follow and take a look." ”

The old man laughed and said calmly: "People in dog skins are naturally different. ”

Fang Huan heard the other party admit so bluntly, without concealing it at all, he was a little caught off guard, was he so honest?

The gray loess dog looked at Fang Huan, and a look of hope flashed in his dark eyes.

"Since you want to know, you might as well sit down and listen to the old man say slowly, Ah Da, go and move a stool over." The old man shouted to an entertainer.

The entertainer hurriedly moved over a wooden stool and placed it beside Fang Huan, his eyes full of unkindness.

Fang Huan waved his hand and said, "I like to stand and listen to stories, old man, please tell me." ”

Although it was said that there were no spiritual power fluctuations on the few people in the house, Fang Huan was still vigilant and did not dare to sit down.

"Probably, more than ten years ago, there was a gambler in Nan'an City who lost his fortune in the casino, and wanted to turn over his money, so he came to the old man for a loan, took twenty taels of silver from the old man, and lost all his money after entering the casino. The gambler, who had not yet paid the silver, knelt in front of the old man, and offered his newborn son with both hands, saying that the baby was left to the old man's disposal, and offset the twenty taels of silver. As for the old man, I am not the one who exterminated everything, and I agreed to accept the newborn baby for his pitiful sake. ”

The old man pouted at the gray and yellow earth dog at the door and said, "Oh, this is the baby." ”

The pupils under Fang Huan's bronze mask shrank, someone could actually harm his own flesh and blood for the sake of silver?

"And how did he get to be like this?"

The old man seemed to be a little tired from stretching his neck, no longer looking at Fang Huan, but twisting his neck to change into a more comfortable position on the recliner, closed his eyes and said: "It's very simple, just take off the human skin and paste a pair of dog skins, the human body is a very wonderful thing, the flesh and blood are glued together with the dog skin for a long time, and they will naturally grow into one." ”

The gray and loess dog squatting at the door listened to the old man's words, shrunk into a ball, and kept shaking.

Fang Huan's heart was filled with anger, and he silently said in his heart: Kill!

To be able to do this to a newborn baby, it is not as good as a beast!

"You must have eaten yet, Ah Er, prepare an extra pair of chopsticks and make something delicious. In addition, since the dog baby is performing brilliantly today, give a bone. ”

"Yes, Grandpa. ”

Fang Huan's palm slowly touched the handle of the short knife on his waist, thinking about whether to kill people directly.

"You kid, it's not good to kill someone's mother-in-law and mother-in-law. ”

Gongsun Qi's voice quietly came into Fang Huan's ears.

The short knife on his waist was out of his body in an instant, and the blade pointed directly at the old man on the recliner, Fang Huan was just about to open his mouth, and Gongsun Qi's voice sounded in his ears again: "Kill people, kill people, why are you talking so much nonsense?

Swallowing back those words that were on behalf of the heavens, Fang Huan stepped forward, and the blade slashed down.

"Slow down!" the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no panic in his eyes.

Fang Huan, who was suddenly stopped, was stunned, and the blade stopped in midair.

The old man's eyes glanced at Fang Huan's chest.

Fang Huan subconsciously looked down, there was nothing.

The old man suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a blood arrow, Fang Huan didn't have time to dodge at all, he was hit by the blood arrow on his left shoulder.

The blood arrow quickly penetrated Fang Huan's night clothes, penetrating into Fang Huan's flesh and skin.

Fang Huan, who reacted to his trick, immediately retreated, lowered his head and glanced at his left shoulder, nothing unusual.

The old man said unhurriedly and slowly: "Old man, I'm from southern Xinjiang, and I've been in the Central Plains for more than 30 years, have you seen my face?"

Fang Huan frowned and didn't speak.

"In our southern Xinjiang, there is a kind of witchcraft called Blood God Gu, this face is practiced by practicing Blood God Gu. ”

"What I hit just now is the Blood God Gu?" Fang Huan asked.

The old man nodded with difficulty, and said in a regretful tone: "You shouldn't be too old, right? ”

Fang Huan flipped through the clothes on his left shoulder with his hand, only to see blood beads turn into tiny blood-colored lice frantically burrowing into his body along his pores.

"But it doesn't matter, Ah Da Ah Er, these people are okay as slaves, and their hands and feet are also good, but they can't do it. It seems that you should be a cultivator, and it is not bad to stay with the old man as a bodyguard, as long as the old man does not urge this Blood God Gu, he will not kill people. ”。

Fang Huan turned his head to look at several other artists, and asked in a cold voice, "Are these people all hit the Blood God Gu?"

The old man snorted and said, "The human heart is separated from the belly, and only if it is controlled by the Blood God Gu will it not be repeated." Now, you can take your mask off and show the old man what my new minion looks like. ”