"Let's find out about the rest from my second aunt......"

Just under the guidance of a group of 'street rats', Yang Cixia and Huang Er's grandmother touched the door of the secret cellar dug under the manger of the inn.

As for how the rats noticed that the black-clad men with incense sticks on their bodies had not yet burned out, one by one crawling into the cellar along the secret door that opened at the bottom of the stone manger...... That's because the innkeeper Boss Zhao is also with this group of incense-smelling disciples.

In order to better disguise the accomplices who hid in the cellar, after the group of people pushed the secret door shut from the inside, Boss Zhao specially picked up two bundles of hay in the manger, and sprinkled a thick layer of burnt corn on top of the forage.

In this way, the donkeys and mules kept in the stables were at once attracted by the fragrance of the grain, and strode to the manger, and vied to bury their heads in the manger and munch.

However, it was not only these horses and mules that were attracted by the scent of the grain......

As early as when Boss Zhao arranged for the guys to make a fire in the room to roast the grain, a group of hungry rats gathered at the door of the room along with the fragrance in the air.

The group of rats stared closely at the half-catty of rice grains roasted up and down in the iron spoon, swallowing saliva one after another, and dozens of black beans were so eyes that they kept turning, and it seemed that they were going to share a mouthful in this spoonful of grains.

In this way, this group of rats moved Boss Zhao out of the secret door at the bottom of the manger and let those men in black into the cellar, and then sprinkled grass in the manger There are many scenes to watch.

But while the salivating rats tried to slip into the manger to share a mouthful of hay, the donkey in the stables lost his temper and kicked the gray-haired rat in the waist with his front hooves.

With a sharp and miserable cry, the mouse flew upside down from the stable, like a firecracker, and slammed into the brick wall of the backyard of the inn, "snapping" into a bloody and blurred meatloaf, motionless.

The rats, who were frightened by the tragic scene in front of them, "squeaked" and screamed out of the backyard of the inn, and happened to meet Yang Cixia and Huang Er's grandmother who were looking for the whereabouts of the man in black in the alley.

Seeing that this group of rats was obviously behaving abnormally, Yang Cixia suddenly became suspicious, so she stepped forward and asked: "Xingge ~ boil Mi ~ Ge Entai; Makuri ~ Shunha ~ Mmilipu? ”

The group of rats listened to Yang Cixia's singing, first stunned, and then came to Yang Cixia with tears in their eyes, and "squeaked" towards the backyard of the Zhao family inn.

"Beauty, the man you are looking for has gone into the cellar under the manger...... Benefactor, why did you come? Don't ask, just ask us and the donkeys in the stable! ”

It is a hatred of two places in one day, hatred of three rivers and four seas, even if the water of the five lakes and eight rivers is dumped, it is difficult to pour this hatred!

Heaven dares to go to the Lingxiao Palace, and the sea dares to go to the Crystal Palace, even if the golden-winged bird in front of the Buddha's altar has to pull out the three feathers on his head!

It was under the enthusiastic guidance of the rats that Yang Cixia and Huang Er's grandmother turned into the backyard of the inn in a rage, first by Huang Er's grandmother, knocked down a few donkeys and mules, and then took most of the remaining half of the grass in the manger aside.

In the happy "chirping" sound of the mice, Yang Cixia felt out of the dagger on her body to pry open the secret door at the bottom of the groove, and carefully touched into the dark cellar with Huang Er's grandmother.

"Listening to the second aunt, that time was one of the few most thrilling encounters in her life."

That time, Huang Er's grandmother relied on her light body and sensitivity, and she could see clearly in the dark, grabbed Yang Cixia's head, and used her hands and feet to jump back and forth on the shallow pit on the stone wall of the cellar a few times, and landed firmly on the stone floor of the cellar.

However, when Huang Er's grandmother raised her head to investigate the situation in the cellar, she was shocked to find that there was a young man dressed in black power, who was sitting cross-legged against the stone wall at the moment.

This person's head twisted to the side of the cellar mouth, and at this time, his eyes were staring directly at Huang Er's grandmother with her limbs wide open and her belly on the ground!

As a suspicious Huang Xian, before deciding to touch the cellar, Huang Er's grandmother had already put her ear to the secret door of the cellar and listened many times.

Not only could Huang Er's grandmother not hear anyone snoring below, but she couldn't hear anything else.

This group of incense-smelling disciples hid in the cellar to rest their legs and feet, preparing to get on their horses and run away tomorrow, and now they don't hurry up to relax and rest, and they have been holding their breath and concentrating motionlessly to compete with themselves.

Could it be that this group of people still has the leisure to play something 'temporarily stop breathing' underneath?

Therefore, Huang Er's grandmother subconsciously thought that the incense smelling disciples in the cellar were already asleep, although it was indeed a bit abnormal that she couldn't hear the sound of snoring, but this may be due to some unique resting and meditating postures in the fragrance smelling sect, such as holding her arms around her chest and not snoring after falling asleep.

So Huang Er's grandmother volunteered to take the lead and led Yang Cixia to sneak into the cellar carefully...... Then he stared at a Smelling Sect with wide eyes.

Embarrassing, right? People are looking at you straight away.

Thinking that this group of Smelling Fragrance Sect disciples had deliberately led herself and Yang Cixia into the cellar to ambush her, Second Grandma Huang didn't have time to think about it, so she immediately stood up, and waved her hands at the Smelling Fragrance Sect who was staring at her, and a pair of dark green gold nails that flashed with cold light went straight into the young disciple's chest......

At this time, an even more bizarre scene appeared.

The incense-smelling cultist who was sitting against the wall actually watched a pair of big thick nails with a faint cold light shoot at him; He didn't get up to dodge, nor did he open his mouth to scream, except for the pair of black eyes that jumped up and down, left and right in the eye sockets like popping beans in a frying pan, there was no superfluous reaction.

This scared Huang Er's grandmother a lot, and she couldn't help but think of the rumored incense smelling disciples after smelling the secret incense, not only was they as powerful as a cow, but they also had a kind of evil kung fu that didn't know pain.

Even if the incense cultist was slashed and blood was splashed on his arm, he could continue to fight with his other hand silently like a wooden man, as if the wrist that had been cut off to the ground was not his at all......

Thinking of this, Grandma Huang Er only felt cold sweat on her forehead, and hurriedly urged the fairy power to transform the other two dark green soft gold into big iron nails as thick as chopsticks.

Just when Second Grandma Huang looked up at the incense-smelling sectist who was leaning against the stone wall, trying to find a flaw in his body, she accidentally found that a crystal splash appeared in the corner of the person's right eye.

This is...... Tears?