The night is sinking, and there is no wind.

Zhang Xiaoluo sat cross-legged on the side of the road outside the gate of Chen Detu's house, watching the resentment on the courtyard in front of him gradually increase, and from time to time there were fluttering ghosts flying out of the courtyard wall, but they quickly retracted into the courtyard.

Behind Zhang Xiaoluo, there was a black shadow squatting with a cloth bag on his back, and the cloth bag on the back of the black shadow was bulging, as if it was a lot of objects, but it was Chen Deshui who had just recovered from madness.

The roar from the courtyard became clearer and clearer, like a hungry wolf that was already hungry, struggling to get out of the trap and choose people to eat. And in the air above the mansion, Chen Dexin's ghost was pale and exuding a stream of yin energy, stopping the ghost that came out of the wall.

The ghosts who protect the house not only prevent ghosts from disturbing the master, but also prevent ghosts from escaping! This may be the will of the Lord of the Ghost Talisman under Chen Dexin's navel.

The ghosts in the wall gradually increased, and each time the ghosts fluttered outward, there were as many as several, and Chen Dexin's face was even paler, but he still insisted on it, and a thick yin qi emanated from his body and rushed to the mansion.

"Brother Chen, prepare!"

Zhang Xiaoluo narrowed his eyes, stared at the ghosts that were constantly flying on the courtyard wall, and gave a low command to Chen Deshui behind him.

Chen Deshui didn't speak, just walked to Zhang Xiaoluo's side and squatted down, put the cloth bag behind his back, opened the cloth bag, stretched his right hand in, and waited motionlessly.

As the roaring voice of the hungry wolf in the mansion came out again, more than a dozen ghosts flew out from the high wall of the mansion at the same time, slamming into the yin qi that enveloped the entire mansion.

"Chen Dexin!"

Zhang Xiaoluo suddenly called out to Chen Dexin above the house, and Chen Dexin's yin qi poured out like a flood of his whole body came to an abrupt end with Zhang Xiaoluo's call, and the ghost that flew to the thick yin qi outside the wall instantly rushed into the air, unable to retract the momentum, and rushed out of the courtyard wall one after another.

"Brother Chen!"

As soon as Zhang Xiaoluo spoke, Chen Deshui, who was squatting beside Zhang Xiaoluo, took out his big hand that reached into the cloth bag, and threw the things he was holding in his hand high in the air in front of Zhang Xiaoluo, which turned out to be pieces of yellow paper money that were cut neatly.

As the paper money was thrown in the sky, the ghosts that flew out actually stopped their bodies, and turned their heads one by one to look at the paper money that seemed to have a great temptation for them.

"Wow!"

Dozens of ghosts had red eyes one by one, and they came towards the paper money falling from the sky, reaching out to take it.

Zhang Xiaoluo's eyes flashed fiercely, he raised the canopy ruler that he had already held in his hand, and "snapped" at the dull-eyed ghosts. Everywhere the canopy ruler went, the ghost shadow dispersed, and finally turned into a strand of yin qi, which was inhaled by Chen Dexin, who was standing on top of the house.

In the end, there was no more ghost, Zhang Xiaoluo took the canopy ruler into his arms, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Brother Chen, have you counted? How many? ”

"Twelve!"

Chen Deshui replied as he leaned over and picked up the paper money scattered all over the ground piece by piece and put it in his pocket again.

"Well, seven last night, twelve tonight, the ghost in the body of the ghost swallower should have swallowed a small half, call it a day! Tomorrow night continues! ”

It is obviously not the first time that the two of them have cooperated in this way, and I saw Zhang Xiaoluo walking back to Chen Deshui's courtyard with his head down. After Chen Deshui picked up the paper money on the ground, he also carried the cloth bag back to his home, and Chen Dexin, who was floating above Chen Detu's house, was still standing quietly in the air, once again emitting a stream of ghostly energy, enveloping the entire house.

Zhang Xiaoluo was not sure that he could fight the ghost devouring corpse. The method of refining the ghost devouring corpse is the Xuanmen Onmyoji one-vein forbidden technique, which is to take the body of the dying person, feed the blood of the zombie king Yinggou, and refine the monster that can swallow the ghost without entering reincarnation and without being born or dying. Because its body can make ghosts avoid the ghosts of the underworld, it is mostly used by those Yin-Yang people who have no way to store ghosts. To put it bluntly, devouring ghost corpses is equivalent to a refrigerator, except that the refrigerator stores fruits and vegetables, and it stores ghosts.

The Zombie King's blood is not something that can be obtained casually. Therefore, most of the ghost devouring corpses are fed and refined with decades of zombie blood, and they only have the ability to devour ghosts, and they do not have the power that the legendary ghost devouring corpses can even devour the ghosts of the underworld.

But Zhang Xiaoluo didn't dare to take risks, he didn't know whose blood the ghost swallowing corpse in Chen Detu's house was refined, in case he was swallowed, it might be difficult to return to the furnace and rebuild! So he came up with this method to gradually force the Ghost Eater to spit out the ghosts in his body! His enemy is the so-called "master", don't you want to store ghosts? Then I'll force it to spit it out and do it against my opponent, yes!

Zhang Xiaoluo still didn't dare to enter Zhang Yu's house. He faintly felt that there was something wrong with Zhang Yu's eyes looking at him in the past two days, although he sneered at Zhao Ting's character, but Zhao Ting's woman, Zhang Xiaoluo would not touch it! At least, he thinks that Zhang Yu is Zhao Ting's woman!

After being a guard dog overnight again, Zhang Xiaoluo's spirit is still strong. He just thought that maybe he could ask Chen Mingtang to borrow a bench and put it on the side of the road, so as not to sit on the ground overnight and his limbs were sore! Chen Mingtang's bamboo chair is not bad, it can still lie down!

The examination of pregnant women in Crockpot Village has been basically completed, and all that remains is to tell these pregnant women about prenatal knowledge and precautions. These tasks were taken care of by the two female resident doctors, and Wang Qi and Zhang Yu, the two nurses in the obstetrics and gynecology department, were idle. As for the progress of related work in other subjects, Wang Qi and Zhang Yu are not interested in helping.

Chen Mingtang seems to have seen a lot less in the past few days, smoking a pipe every day, walking around the village, lying at the door of his own hall, basking in the sun, and occasionally chatting with Zhang Xiaoluo. From the moment Zhang Xiaoluo came to Crockpot Village, Chen Mingtang had faintly felt that the yin marriage he gave to his son Zhang Luo might be in vain. What's more, this one named Zhang Yu seems to have an unusual relationship with this onmyoji who came in a hurry.

"Village Chief Chen, what's going on with those tile kilns on the soil slope at the entrance of our village?"

At the breakfast table, Zhang Xiaoluo asked Chen Mingtang while pulling rice porridge into his mouth.

When Chen Mingtang heard this, he put down the chopsticks in his hand and opened the pipe bag.

"Alas, there is only one of our surnames in Crockpot Village, and those daughters-in-law with his surname are all married from other villages. Our ancestors surnamed Chen have made a living by burning clay pots for generations, and it is said that they have also burned official kilns and eaten offerings! But the crockpots burned over the years are worthless, so not many people are willing to burn them, and those crockpot kilns are abandoned! ”

Chen Mingtang said, with a gloomy look on his face, and he couldn't help but sigh heavily.

"The soil in the village is not good, most of it is saline-alkali land that does not become crops, and the land that can grow crops is less than one-third of the land. Life is hard, there will be some old people who can't support themselves, voluntarily or forced to go into the tile kiln that has worked all their lives, build a brick wall from the outside, send a meal by their children every day, survive a hundred days, the kiln mouth is built strictly, this is the so-called "clay pot kiln"! ”

Everyone present was silent, secretly wiping away tears, and some could not bear it, so they stood up and walked out of the door. In the end, on the entire dinner table, only Zhang Xiaoluo and Zhang Yu were left, as well as Chen Mingtang, who lowered his head and smoked, and Lu Xilian, who secretly wiped her tears.

Poverty is the original sin!

"Village Chief Chen, there are not many large-scale tile kiln groups like ours in our village! Why don't you want to toss around, the whole attraction or something? And the story of the "crockpot kiln" you just mentioned can be used as a gimmick! ”

Chen Mingtang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he lowered his head and pondered the possibility of Zhang Xiaoluo's proposal.

Zhang Xiaoluo saw that he had successfully turned the old guy's attention to something else, so he shouldn't jump out again in the past two days to make trouble for himself, "hehe" chuckled twice, stood up, patted his buttocks, and was about to go out to eat.

"Zhang Xiaoluo!"

Zhang Xiaoluo had just walked to the gate of the courtyard, when suddenly Zhang Yu's voice came from behind him, and he couldn't help but feel a shock to his body. I thought that this eldest lady was calling her name again, this is the rhythm of an accident!

He turned around slowly, with a bright smile on his face, and looked at Zhang Yu, who was looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"Xiao Yuyu, you...... Something? ”

Zhang Yu had tears in the corners of his eyes, two white teeth biting his lips, looking at Zhang Xiaoluo, and suddenly turned around and walked towards the West House where he lived.

Zhang Xiaoluo hesitated in the courtyard for a long time before he staggered into the West House and turned around to close the door.

Zhang Yu was sitting on the edge of the bed, bowing his head and sobbing softly, his shoulders trembling lightly from time to time.

Zhang Daguan couldn't see a woman crying, he stood in front of Zhang Yu, opened his mouth, didn't know how to comfort, and finally thought for a long time before finally holding back a sentence.

"Chen Dexin bullied you? This little king and eight calves have a virtue with his father! ”

It's okay if he doesn't say it, but as soon as the words came out, Zhang Yu, who was sobbing before, actually cried out with a "wow".