The black-faced man left, walking very freely.

As he said, if you do a ghost, you will do it happily.

After all, when you are a living person, you are not happy, and if you are a ghost, if you are not happy, you are not happy for yourself.

For the black-faced man, today, he is very happy.

Soon after Zhao Kemu saw the black-faced man leave, several powerful ghosts came down from above with Liao Qiu on their backs.

Zhao Ke went up to take a look, Liao Qiu's eyes were already swollen from crying, lying there, already asleep.

It's a terrible ghost, and I'm afraid that his crying will hurt too much, so I simply cast a spell to let him sleep.

"You have a little conscience."

Zhao Ke nodded, got into the car with a few ghosts, put the yin and yang cup in the car, turned the direction, and began to drive back.

It's been a pretty steady ride.

Oh!

Except for that damn radio, which plays some inexplicable storytelling from time to time.

For example, what Wu Song's fist pierces the big white tiger.

How does Sun Wukong get to the stomach in one step,

Cao Cao of the house next door,

Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu studied making Xiaoyu, and so on.

Zhao Ke and a few ghosts who listened had a dry mouth for a while.

The car slowly and gradually drove from the yin to reality.

Zhao Ke gently blew out the yin and yang cup.

The quaint shape of the oil lamp, accompanied by a wisp of green smoke, the faint fire on it, gradually and completely extinguished.

This thing is undoubtedly a treasure.

It's a pity that Zhao Ke is not interested in the so-called Yin Cao.

Otherwise, Zhao Ke can consider whether to buy a lamp or something for his home.

Sending Liao Qiu home, a few powerful ghosts finally under Zhao Ke's amnesty, how far and how far they were grateful.

Actually, Zhao Ke originally wanted to keep them and add some manpower to his housekeeper or something.

But take a closer look.

One by one, they are missing arms and legs.

No, I was enjoying a candlelit dinner with my wife.

The head of the sauce cake that is in charge of serving the plate will be cut in and cut out at one time.

If you change the person to serve the food, as a result, you will either have no arms, or you will be dragging your intestines or something.

This picture ......

It's not that scary, it's just a bit of a bad atmosphere.

Liao Qiu put it into the room and let him rest for a while, and Zhao Ke left him a note, which was a parting message.

Except for Liao Qiu's house, it was already sunny outside.

On the street, pedestrians hurried forward.

The aroma of tofu brain, fried dough sticks, and soup dumplings permeated the streets.

Following the scent of the street, Zhao Ke found a breakfast shop.

There are still a lot of people, but at this point, there are not many people who can really eat with peace of mind.

Most of them are taken away.

Eat while walking, after all, you have to catch the bus and go to work.

It's the older ones, with children.

On the contrary, I was able to spare time and enjoy the taste of breakfast in my mouth.

Zhao Ke ordered two bowls of tofu brain, one sweet and one salty.

Two more bowls of soy milk.

Ten fried dough sticks, plus ten fried buns.

A bite of golden fritters, crispy and crispy, with a little glutinous softness in the mouth.

Zhao Ke prefers to soak the fritters in the salty tofu brain, soak them softly and eat them.

With the fresh and salty scent of tofu brain, it is always satisfying to eat in one bite.

The two bowls of soy milk made Zhao Ke unexpectedly praised.

Soy milk is ground soy milk, not commonly brewed with soy milk powder.

After drinking it, the flavor is full of the inherent aroma of soy milk.

Served with fried buns and sweet tofu brain.

Well......

This breakfast, Zhao Ke was still very satisfied.

However, Zhao Ke was thinking about a question, whether he would go back to the south of the city next.

Since there's nothing wrong with Rayco.

I will not be divined by those soothsayers now, divining my location and news.

Then it doesn't matter if you don't go back to the southern suburbs.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke was full of food and drink, stood up, took a taxi and went straight to the high-speed rail station.

He didn't want to go back to the southern suburbs, and it was not interesting to stay there in such a big house.

He planned to go to Guangdong, to see the old man, and by the way, to see his senior brother who had not seen him for many years.

Having made up his mind, Zhao Ke called for a taxi.

However, the seats of the van were booked early.

Zhao Ke could only buy a first-class seat that afternoon.

It's still morning, and the train doesn't leave until 3 p.m.

Zhao Ke has been around for such a long time, and Zhao Ke has not walked around with ordinary people, or passed the time by playing with his mobile phone in the waiting room.

No, it should be said that I don't have enough time in the first place.

found a corner where no one was, and his mind moved, and his figure quickly entered the Great Xia Ding.

However, as soon as he entered the Great Xia Ding.

I heard a heart-rending scream.

Zhao Ke took a look, and the old man Shuilu was actually hung on the grill by five flowers.

The butcher's box on the side was scolding at the ghost tiger.

| ̄dish ̄|:"You idiot, let you boil water, how did you eat the pot!"

Scolding the ghost tiger, the butcher's box turned around, stared at the sambar deer tied to the grill, and suddenly thought that the roasted whole sheep might taste good.

So the box stood up and slammed into the ghost tiger's body, and there was a clang.

"Don't stand stupidly, go find some firewood or something, let's eat roast whole sheep instead."

After hearing the words of the butcher's box, the sambar deer's face turned green: "Bastard, you let Lao Tzu go, and Lao Tzu is a deer, not a sheep!" ”

The butcher's box completely ignored the sambar's protests.

Instead, his voice changed, and he grinned: "Don't be so depressed, it's all roasted anyway, it's better to be happy, you see that the tombstones over there are ready for you." ”

The sambar deer was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction the butcher's box said.

┏┛Tomb┗┓

The big bluestones that were accepted by Zhao Ke before were neatly placed by the ghost tiger to produce glyphs.

Seeing this scene, it suddenly occurred to the sambar deer that the butcher's box commanded the ghost tiger to move the bricks was linked to the tombstone in front of him.

It is clear that it was premeditated.

The sambar deer's eyes were red: "Lao Tzu fought with you!" ”

It's just that before the sambar sambar made a move, he saw a ghost tiger on the side, raised his fist, and smashed it on the sambar's face.

The big iron fist of the casserole, only heard two bangs, and the sambar deer had a blue nose and swollen face, and he couldn't even scream.

In the face of the butcher's box and the ghost tiger, the sambar was completely beaten without a backhand.

This box spirit is not only immune to its own attacks, but the key is that the humanoid iron shell behind him is more difficult to entangle, fast, and extremely hard.

I'm not an opponent at all.

At this time, the eyes of the beaten were full of stars, and he didn't even have the strength to scold.

Zhao Ke stood behind, coldly watching the movements of the butcher's box and the ghost tiger, and walked behind the butcher's box quietly.

At this time, the butcher's box was watching the ghost tiger preparing to light the fire, and he stuck out his tongue excitedly.

The big tongue is piercing, and the saliva is splashing, as if he has smelled the aroma of roasted whole lamb.

Unaware of it, Zhao Ke, who was standing behind him, was staring at him with a cold face.

Look at the butcher's box more and more noisy.

Zhao Ke stretched out his hand and patted the head of this goods: "Roast venison, why don't you peel the skin first." ”

"Hey, yes, yes, you should peel it off first...... Hey! ”

After hearing Zhao Ke's words, the butcher's box eyes lit up, but he suddenly realized that something was wrong and turned his head to take a look.

Seeing that, Zhao Kezheng was standing behind him with a black face, his eyes staring at him coldly.

After seeing Zhao Ke's unkind look.

The butcher's box was stunned for a moment, but soon rubbed towards Zhao Ke with an excited face.

|≧▽≦|:"Hungry! Hungry! I'm hungry! ”

"Hungry fart, get out of the way!"

Zhao Ke shook his foot and shook off the butcher's box that was on his thigh.

He pointed to the sambar deer whose face was swollen.

"Who told you to roast him? Did I tell you to eat it? ”

Facing Zhao Ke's questioning, the butcher's box nodded heavily and said, "Yes, he steals ginseng, you see that he still has ginseng scum on his mouth." ”

But the butcher's box fell, and the sambar couldn't help screaming at Zhao Ke: "He farted, it gave me a fruit, saying that it was privately hidden, as a meeting gift, Lao Tzu deceived it!" ”

Zhao Ke couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and looked down at the butcher's box at his feet.

|´v｀|

Look at the sambar again......

In all fairness, Zhao Ke didn't believe the words of the sambar.

Not much trust in the butcher's box, but the question is.

You've lived so long, an old monster, and you can be deceived by this brainless idiot.

Did you live to a dog at an old age?

What's more, Zhao Ke didn't believe that the fool of the butcher's box could come up with such an excellent idea.

If I hadn't known too much about the butcher's box, I might have believed the sambar.

"Really, I don't believe it, look at that iron-clad hand, it still has red fruit juice on its hands."

Look at what the sambar is talking about.

Although Zhao Ke didn't believe it, he still summoned the ghost tiger, and after letting the ghost tiger open his hand, sure enough, it was exactly the same as what the sambar deer said.

The red hands were indeed stained with the marks left by a little red fruit pulp.

"This ......"

When he saw the mark, Zhao Ke's face suddenly changed.

Suspicious eyes looked at the butcher's box at his feet.

After thinking of Fang Cai, the appearance of the butcher's box commanding the ghost tiger.

Zhao Ke's face suddenly became difficult to look at.

After seeing that the situation was revealed, the butcher's box seemed to sense Zhao Ke's unkind eyes.

A pair of big eyes swirled, and as soon as the voice changed, it turned into a black light and drilled into Zhao Ke's stamp, so he simply hid back, and refused to come out no matter how Zhao Ke called.

"Bastard!"

Seeing this scene, Zhao politely stomped his feet and scolded.

But it's not the butcher's box that is angry, it's the five ghosts.

The butcher's box is so stupid, why did it suddenly grow a brain, and it couldn't help but be deceived, and TM would play tricks with himself.

Don't think about it, Zhao Ke also knows that it must be related to the synthetic stamps of the five ghosts.

At this time, the Yin Yang Inn.

The fifth child hiding in the dark corner suddenly sneezed.

The boss was startled, looked back at the fifth child, frowned, and said, "What's the matter, be careful, we are still wanted by the ghost." ”

Lao Wu pinched his nose and said with a blank face: "I don't know why, I always feel cold behind my back." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, when the next stop arrives at the place, let's hurry up, find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to hide, and wait for the limelight to pass."

After the boss finished speaking, he couldn't help but scold: "It's all that broom star, Lao Tzu said, if anyone meets him, it will be no good thing, next time we meet this guy again, hum, Lao Tzu must be finished with him!" ”