During this time, Ma Yubao of Shanxian Sheep Soup has been safe and sound. I went with the fat man to visit the little one again, and the bear child was still a leather dog and tired of cats.

Seeing that it was back to normal, I was finally relieved. It wasn't until a week later that a surprise visit from an uninvited guest lifted my heart again.

It was a sweltering evening after the rain, the fat birds flew out to the waves as usual, the fat man dominated the computer and played games, and I was half-lying in bed, reading a book that I had just bought.

Why read this kind of book? That's because I know that I am deficient in physiognomy, so I can still get through a small fight, if I don't work hard to improve, it will be a matter of time before I overturn.

I can't help but sigh: I hate less when the book is used. Thinking about it, when I was in school, I was not interested in books at all, but now I am easy to learn, it seems that it is still forced by the environment, and the times create heroes.

What's even more hateful is that I have to read books secretly, and if I am seen by customers, then there is a suspicion of learning and selling, so there is a feeling of "wearing the waist of the sedan chair".

There was no knocking, and the door seemed to be gently pushed open, making a "squeak" sound.

The bed in my shop is in the corner of the room, and there is a bogu shelf full of folk crafts from the sofa and desk across from the door, and from my current position, I can't see who it is.

I listened to the footsteps of the fat man, and then greeted him warmly.

"Oh, old lady, why are you here at night? You may be seated! Do you want to look at the face or do the rituals? We have a big deal here, and we will get a 20% discount......"

Seeing that a guest came to the door, I hurriedly stuffed the book under the pillow and walked out quickly. When I saw the person standing at the door, I was stunned.

This is an extremely short old lady, only in her early fours, like a schoolboy.

She wore a linen-gray collarless shirt, wide-legged trousers of the same color, wrapped small feet, white socks and black shoes, and her hair was wrapped in a dark blue coarse cloth, which suddenly looked like a strange hat.

It's summer, but she's dressed like she's in the winter, and she's wrapped up and down.

The old lady's appearance is impressive, frankly speaking, she is extremely ugly, and her facial features are even displaced.

In addition, she was extremely thin, with skin as dry as pine bark, and she stood there like a sculpture. But his eyes were shining, cold as a knife, and he skimmed over the fat man, and soon stared at me.

The consternation in my heart is beyond words.

I am familiar with this old lady, but I am not an acquaintance in life, but I have only met in a dream.

Now that she appeared in front of me, it made me feel at a loss, a little dazed for a while, unsure whether it was a dream or reality at the moment.

What shocked me was not only these, this old lady's body was wrapped in layers of dense black gas, from the top of her head to her feet, there was a fierce and vicious spirit, seven points like a strange and three points like a person, it was simply chilling.

The black qi around her body is exactly the same as the one on Ma Yubao's body before, but it is several times denser than it, and it is clearly a treacherous aura!

It's evening, it's not midnight, even the most fierce tricks can't come out, this old lady must be a person, but she is definitely not an ordinary person!

My mind was a little confused, nervous and flustered, not knowing what she wanted to do.

The fat man also seemed to see that the person was not good, or his yin eyes also sensed the black qi on the old lady's body, and instinctively took a step back.

Seeing our reaction, the old lady smiled sadly, revealing a mouthful of broken yellow teeth.

She opened her mouth and began to speak, her voice like a bellows, hoarse and inexplicable.

And what she said, I didn't understand for a while.

She was obviously aware of this, too, and repeated it to herself.

I realized that the old lady was not speaking Mandarin, but like Hakka or even some other dialect, but she deliberately moved closer to Mandarin in order to make us understand.

If I hadn't been to Liangguang when I had studied art with Master before, I might not have been able to understand it.

What she said was: "Brother Xiao, which sect are you?" ”

In Hakka dialect and the local dialect of Guangxi, Xi Ge Tsai means young man.

Hearing the old lady's question, I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say a word. It's not that I don't want to say it, it's not that I'm nervous, it's that I really don't know what to say.

I once asked Master, "What kind of genre are we?" Is it Buddhism? Taoist? Or is it some mysterious and mysterious peerless tantra?

Master laughed, he said that there are no sects and sects in this world, and the so-called sects are all artificially or derived according to needs, so in his opinion, why bother?

The implication is that we have no door and no faction, and to put it mildly, we are idle people in society who don't care about it, and they are not even as good as the gang of swindlers and beggars who sell flowers and beg at the train station.

In fact, according to my temperament, if I want to give myself and my master a door such as XX Invincible, XX Heaven, XX Divine Sect, etc., it sounds domineering and leaky.

But this is also to think about it, in fact, how low these names look like, they are not as cool as Wumen Wupai. Besides, if the car really overturns one day, that person will lose a lot of hair.

Seeing that I was stammering, the old lady smiled hesitantly: "The little brother who has no door and no faction dares to accept my little trick?" Hehe...... It's so bold......"

My head thudded, and my body trembled.

This old lady is here for that little trick!

Your sister's! I said that there is no such cheap thing in the world, and I originally thought that only talents should rely on the backstage and relationships, but I didn't expect that there is also a backstage, and it looks quite hard.

The old lady said that I took her trick, how could the trick be hers? Could it be that she raised it?

No wonder this guy has a yin aura on his body, it turns out to be a trickster! I'll you, there are really people in this world who raise tricks?!

Although cultivating tricks also belongs to the side of the Tao, but as the old saying goes, peers are enemies, and this gloomy old lady comes to the door, I'm afraid it's not a good thing.

I was thinking frantically about countermeasures in my head, racking my brains to turn the war into a jade silk, and even thinking spinelessly, if I really couldn't do it, I would hand over the wooden card to her.

After all, it was my wooden card that sucked that little trick, not me at all.

On second thought, it's not right! I am righteous and she is evil, and it is a bad thing to cultivate treachery and harm others after all, why is it that I, a good young man who serves the people, is not reasonable?

Roast! The so-called life and death will be done if you are not convinced, and it is a big deal to fight with her.

I wanted to think so, but the three words of the treacherous man sounded too gloomy, and at the same time, I was shocked by the momentum of the ugly-looking old lady in front of me, and my body involuntarily retreated.

The fat man was no better, his face was pale, his mouth trembled, and he stepped back with me......