In July, in Gusu, still in that inn, a woman in green said with a smile: "How is it, how do you feel when you go to the hidden capital?"

"Sister, am I dreaming?" asked a sick little girl on the bed, with tears in her eyes.

"If you're scared, think of it as a dream. Duckweed brought a bowl of medicine on the table and delivered it to the little baby.

Xiaowa thought for a while, and asked timidly, "Sister, why is the Hades King so afraid of you?

Duckweed shook the fan in her hand and drank a large glass of water, as if she remembered something a long time ago, and her eyes were full of smiles: "Hey, it's been a long time ago, and I can't remember it." At that time, when he came to Kunlun Mountain to learn ghost art from the Queen Mother of the West, I always teased him with marbles. Hey, who made him always have a dead face, and he couldn't beat me. Hee-hee. ”

Xiaowa was also amused, and asked in a childish voice: "Sister, do you really know how to skin a ghost and make a ghost?" I am most afraid of ghosts, and my sister even dares to kill ghosts. ”

"If I kill the ghost at will, I'm afraid that the Queen Mother of the West will punish me for practicing immortal law again. I was just scared of Hades, he used to be very afraid of thunder and other sounds, so I asked Lu Ban to help me make a ghost face drum, and he was so scared that he ignored me for a few months. In the end, I gave him an immortal flower. Duckweed continued to drink the water and said.

The little baby burst out laughing, "Is the Hades King also afraid of thunder, I'm not afraid! And the immortal flower can be immortal, can't the Hades be immortal in the first place?"

Duckweed knocked on her little head, lowered her voice and said, "Be quiet, when the little ghost hears the complaint, I have to go to the secluded capital to save you." ”

Xiaowa hurriedly lowered her head and drank the medicine, not daring to ask more.

It is not an easy task to return to the soul, and the baby's already weak body is so weak that duckweed can only ask Lang Zhong to recuperate for the baby every day, so after more than a month, the baby's body will slowly recover.

In August, Gusu Street loves to sell steamed lotus root cakes, but it is a little far away from the inn where they live, one day, duckweed is not greedy, so they are ready to go to the East Market to buy two catties of lotus root cakes and go back, and the baby will eat lunch at noon.

The afternoon is hot, and the duckweed is an aquatic monster, so naturally they are afraid of the heat, and they can't stand the heat after walking a few steps. It happened that there was a teahouse next to it, so duckweed shook a fan and went in to drink two sips of tea before leaving.

A diligent runner hurriedly came over to greet him: "Little lady, do you want a bowl of tea?"

Duckweed nodded, and after the tea was brought up, a middle-aged man in a Taoist uniform came to the store, holding a fortune-telling signboard in his hand, his eyes were so small that it was almost impossible to see whether he had opened his eyes or not, his skin was a little dark, and his mustache was upturned, which looked very funny.

The duckweed held back her laughter over and over again, but the little one in her heart kept laughing, so much so that she couldn't help but always turn her head to look at the fortune teller. Just when the duckweed couldn't hold back and was about to leave here quickly, he heard the man say in a deep voice: "Yin and Yang break the five elements, Feng Shui survey Liuhe, little lady, please stay." ”

"What's the matter with the master? I still have to rush to the East Market to buy lotus root cakes, I'm afraid I can't listen to your nonsense. Duckweed smiled, and her serious appearance made Rantang couldn't help but laugh.

The Taoist man's beard was curled, not angry at all, and he continued to smile and said: "The little lady only came out after a quarrel with her husband, don't hide it from the little lady, I have not been allowed to tell fortunes since I got the Tao." Meeting is fate, I see that the little lady's face is gloomy, Yintang is black, and I am afraid that there will be trouble recently. It's better to buy me a charm and ensure that the charm will go to disaster. As long as it is fifty times, how about buying peace?"

Duckweed turned her head with a smile, shook her head and sighed: "Oh, this Taoist, I see that your Yin Hall is black now, and I am afraid that there will be a disaster within a quarter of an hour." ”

The man was stunned, pinched his mustache and said, "What are you kidding, little lady, I am a fortune teller, can't I calculate my own calamity?" ”

Duckweed covered her mouth and smiled: "Not really. ”

At noon in Gusu in August, the sun was obscured by dark clouds, but the air was still dull.

In a pantry, the boss of the shopkeeper with his mouth open seemed to have just been frightened. Two or three steps away from him, there was a middle-aged man who looked like a Taoist priest. The eyes are small and swollen, it is almost impossible to see whether he has opened his eyes or not, his skin is a little dark, and he has been beaten one by one with bruises on it, and his mustache has collapsed downward, looking very funny, as if he has just been beaten.