Lan Ruoxi looked thoughtful, lowered her head, and dragged her chin with one hand.

"What the hell is going on? Is there something strange about me? ”

"Stinks to death, Qingyuan, go take a bath." Ouyang Wei said, fanning her hands.

I sniffed left and right, indeed, there was a foul smell, especially the hand, I had just taken the beggar's clothes, the bag of dangerous goods, which would be placed in the bathroom.

I walked over.

"Wait, Qingyuan." Lan Ruoxi shouted, walked to her again, kept sniffing, looking at her face, as if she had found something.

"Qingyuan, the beggar who gave you clothes, didn't you ask him, why did you know that you were using beggar's clothes to make ghosts?"

I sighed, indeed, I didn't ask.

"He just said that, packed his things, and left."

"You can't be wrong, it's my father."

"Huh?" I looked at Lan Ruoxi in surprise, and Ouyang Wei also stood up.

"Ruoxi, your father, it's been 9 years since he left, won't he?"

Lan Ruoxi nodded.

"It's not wrong, it's the taste, we people in Huangquan can use the taste to identify, like-minded people, and the taste of each person is different, just as soon as Qingyuan came back, I smelled it, it was my father's smell, and he was nosy."

I looked at Lan Ruoxi blankly and smiled, nosy at this point, father and daughter are really the same.

Indeed, the man told me that if I could stand the stench of his clothes, I would be invisible to the ghosts.

"Take me here, and I'll go to him."

After Lan Ruoxi said this, indeed, that person, I always feel that I have seen, the high bridge of the nose, the pair of eyes that are cold, but in fact, there is still a little bit of tenderness, and Lan Ruoxi, a little similar, think about it, if he kicks off his beard and cuts off his hair, he is really Lan Ruoxi's father.

Then Ouyang Wei called and asked Mao Xiaoyu, because although Lan Ruoxi is not a ghost, just a soul, but on this hot day, going out against the sun may be inappropriate.

Then, I came to the second floor, took an axe, and split a door, because the key was given to Mao Xiaoyu to hold, no way, as soon as I entered, I saw that there were several urns of ashes, pasted with yellow symbols, row by row, there were three rows.

"Little brother, will you let me out?" A female voice came, I was scared, and I looked over, it came from one of the urns.

"You let me out, little brother, I'm beautiful! Don't you want to see it? ”

I don't have time to pay attention to her right now.

"Get out." I yelled, began to rummage through the cabinets, and looked for it, and sure enough, I found an oil-paper umbrella with cinnabar on it and some talismans written on it, this is the soul detention umbrella, which can allow Lan Ruoxi to enter temporarily.

I snapped and closed the door.

"Alas, little girl, that boy is not easy to mess with." Behind him, an old man's voice was heard.

The ones inside should be Mao Xiaoyu, the ghost who was subdued.

I came to Lan Ruoxi, opened the umbrella, and suddenly, a ghostly light, exhaled, and sucked Lan Ruoxi in, I closed the umbrella, and Ouyang Wei walked out.

An hour later, we were back under the flyover.

"Ha, that neuropathy, here it is again." A beggar said, and at once, many beggars gathered around me and sold me their smelly clothes.

"Do any of you know where the beggar who sold me my clothes is?"

The beggars looked stunned, listless.

"If anyone knows, this money is his." Ouyang Wei took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from her wallet.

Later, we learned that Lan Ruoxi's father, every day, would go to some places to beg, train stations, bus stations, commercial streets, etc., gathering places.

Then Ouyang Wei drove the road and walked around the city.

As a result, at dusk, we returned to the overpass, and Lan Ruoxi's father had not yet returned.

There is no way, Mao Xiaoyu and they have already made many phone calls, talking about things, looking for almost everything, and calling us back for dinner.

We gave a few more beggars under the bridge, some money, and left a phone number, and if Lan Ruoxi's father returned, he would inform him that his daughter, Lan Ruoxi, was in trouble.

Back at Mao Xiaoyu's house, it was already past 8 o'clock, and they hadn't eaten yet, waiting for us.

"Damn, Qingyuan, the bag of clothes you are looking for is so stinky, why did you put it in the bathroom, I just went in to pee, and I almost didn't throw it up."

As soon as he got home, Mao Xiaoyu complained.

We were almost hungry, and we ate, a large table of dishes, all made by Yu Mingxuan, the food was very delicious, and he seemed to be very good at cooking.

After eating, the three of them put the things they got on the table.

"Look at this knife." Fang Datong said, pointing to the table, the pig-killing knife, the knife has rusted in many places, but only the knife edge, it looks, is still very sharp.

"I said, monk, what are you doing today? How disgraced. When Mao Xiaoyu said this, it was true, Fang Datong still had a lot of dust on his body.

"Haha, I don't know, this pig-killing knife, but today, I dig ...... from the grave"

We all looked at him in disgust.

"Wow, monk, you go to dig people's graves, this is a thing that damages yin morality, you are still a Buddha cultivator, how can you do such a dirty thing?"

Mao Xiaoyu said, stretching out his middle finger in disdain.

"Let you go... Dog stinky fart, Lao Tzu This is not for Miss Ruoxi, do you know? This is Sanqian Town, a well-known old butcher, a few years ago, passed away, slaughtering pigs and sheep, a lifetime, I was not easy, only from my buddies, what do you know? He has been a butcher since he was eight years old, all his life. ”

Mao Xiaoyu smiled, closed his mouth, walked to Fang Datong's side, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Monk, it's hard for you, if you go down early, I will give you a good excess."

"Fart, you ......"

The two of us were about to fight, and we hurriedly pulled each other, and then everyone laughed.

"Thank you." A faint female voice is Lan Ruoxi.

"Hey, I almost forgot, let Miss Ruoxi out."

"Don't." Yu Mingxuan stopped.

We all looked at him.

"That's the case, temporarily put Miss Ruoxi's soul in this, black and white impermanence is coming, even if you can't beat it, you can save time, Taoist, you can find a way later, hide the umbrella tightly."

"See? This ink fountain, this stale color? ”

We took a closer look, and there was a smooth ink fountain that had faded and the edges and corners had been polished.

"This thing I got is no worse than the monk's, do you know Hongcheng Building Materials Company? Before, I went to help in business, and did a lot of magic things for them, but their boss told me, a master, built a house for a lifetime, I went, found all kinds of reasons, and finally the skin of the mouth was worn out, the old master, only to lend me the ink fountain, this is a treasure that people have used for decades. ”

"Alright, alright, almost, it's better to hurry up and prepare."

Yu Mingxuan said, and all of us looked at him suspiciously.

The mud trowel he found looked very old and wooden, with a pale yellow appearance, cracked, but seemed to have been repaired.

"How did you get this thing?" Ouyang Wei asked.

This is the oldest of the three things, Mao Xiaoyu looked at it suspiciously.

"Fucking this, it's longer than my grandfather's years, say, where did you get it?"

Yu Mingxuan swallowed.

"Yu Mingxuan, this thing doesn't seem to be modern, but ancient, right?" Ouyang Wei said coldly.

I snorted, relics? In my head, it immediately popped up.

"It's... Is the city, the city museum, stealing... Stolen. ”

All of a sudden, I just felt that one head and two big.

"It's a crime, you, you're a policeman, okay?"

Yu Mingxuan lowered his head and sighed.

"It's Officer Shi, help me, don't ask, when is this?"

Subsequently, we began to prepare, Mao Xiaoyu took out all the magic weapons, and at the door, began to set up the altar, and I helped him go to the second floor to get the Sanqing statue.

"Alas, Qingyuan, when the time comes, you have to repair my door."

I looked embarrassed and gave me the door that I had split with an axe.

"Stinky Taoist, let us go." When I entered the room on the second floor, all of a sudden, the ghosts in the jar became noisy.

"Noisy, noisy, Ming'er, I'll move you under the sun and bask in the sun for a day." All of a sudden, all the noisy ghosts shut up.

"You have these ghosts in your house, don't you want to help them overdo it?"

"Alas, Qingyuan, you don't know, many of these ghosts are harmful, and they are resentful, I am such a cultivator, it would be good to be caught, overkill, let the monk come."

After working for a while, at 11 o'clock, we were all arranged, and now the question is, who is going to wear beggar's clothes and who is wearing maternity clothes, and now, the five of us are a little difficult.

"Don't look at me, I can only perceive, you four big men, you won't want me to be a weak woman, right?"

The four of us, looking at Ouyang Wei, could only shake our heads helplessly.

"Guess the box, huh? Anyway, the person wearing a beggar costume has to be responsible, holding a pig-killing knife, and at a critical time, he will cut a few knives. ”

Mao Xiaoyu proposed.

The four of us looked at each other, calmly, holding one hand behind our backs, guessing at each other, what would happen to the others.

I started to think about it, and I threw my fist, and all of a sudden, I saw three people, and I winked.

"Rock, scissors, paper......" Fang Datong immediately shouted, I didn't think much about it, and habitually got out of the stone.

All three of them were cloth, and my eyes widened, and the three of them smiled evilly.

All of a sudden, I seemed to know what was going on, the three of them like to play mahjong on weekdays, and it is often the three of them who win other people's money, I heard Ouyang Wei talk about it.

"You ......" "Alas, Qingyuan, I am willing to lose the bet." Fang Datong interrupted me, and I sighed.

"Hurry up, Qingyuan, go try the smell, otherwise, what if you put it on later, what if you vomit?"

I reluctantly turned around, intending to go to the bathroom and take the beggar's suit, and the three of them looked at each other with hostility.

"Okay, now it's just fair, it's just the clothes of the pregnant woman, it's up to everyone's luck."

I smiled helplessly and listened to what Mao Xiaoyu said.