Chapter 150: Borrowing Blood
After that, I didn't stay in Zhang Yingzi for long.
Although something went wrong, Duchenne still gave me a lot of money, but I didn't ask for it.
He only advised him, saying that although this little sparrow is cute, the sparrow that has tasted the smell of meat may have grown into a disguised vulture, so that he can grow more in the future.
Duchenne wasn't a fool, and knew what I meant, and nodded, as if to make a note of it.
I saw that he looked humbly taught, so I didn't say anything more.
Cai Huiqin, the eldest aunt was taken to the police station by the police, and Lin Miao and I also took the relationship with the old man and took a ride.
When I returned to the town, Lin Miao asked me, "Do I have to rent a car to go home?" I knew that it would be better for Xiao Du to send us back. β
"I'm a little sister, don't make trouble, people are busy comforting that little friend now, how can they have time to pay attention to the two of us?" After a little teasing, I said, "And I don't want to go home." β
"Not going home? Do you still want to go to the theater? As he spoke, Lin Miao seemed to think of the ghost-raising troupe again, so he glanced at the open space outside the town.
But there has been no one over there for a long time, and the stage has been demolished, so it seems that the troupe has moved its nest.
"What play? I want to go to Huozigou. I took Lin Miao's hand and walked out of the town, and replied casually.
Lin Miao didn't seem to know much about this place, so he asked me what kind of place Huozigou was.
I told her that my mother's maiden home was Huozigou, and that village was also where Jiang Shan was born and raised, and I had to go to that village to inquire about who my little uncle was.
It's not that I haven't thought that this living person can't really have a doppelganger except for the deception of using puppet clones and blind eyes.
On the altar in Ya'er Mountain, I saw two Jiang Shan, one lying in the sarcophagus, the other standing on the altar, this matter, I also thought about it before, the coffin lying in the coffin is not necessarily Jiang Shan's body, first, the distance is too far to see clearly, and second, even if it is, it may be fake.
But today, I heard the old man say that Jiang Shan had already been executed, or he had died by his personal autopsy.
I want to see if this little uncle really knows how to doppelgΓ€nger, or if he already has a twin brother, or if that's also fake death.
Because Huozigou is far away from here, no one wants to go to me when I rent a car, so I simply spend money to buy a donkey cart.
The car didn't run as fast as three jumpers, and when we returned to the county seat, it was already getting dark.
I didn't want to take Lin Miao to travel at night, so I simply stayed in the small hotel where I stayed last time.
This hotel has a backyard, and I drove the donkey cart in, only to see that the truck that had set up the stage in the town was also parked in the courtyard of this hotel.
It's a coincidence, isn't this looking for trouble?
Lin Miao was also stunned when she saw the black rumbling carriage with a big red curtain, and then asked me in a low voice, "Why don't we change places?" β
"It's okay, sleep in your own room, don't be afraid of it." I tied up the donkey cart, went to eat with Lin Miao, and then went back to the room to rest.
Originally, this girl was afraid that I would toss her in the middle of the night, so she had to have two rooms, but at this time, seeing that the ghost troupe also lived in this hotel, she didn't dare to sleep in separate rooms noisily.
Then I'm not a beast, when I can control it, of course I won't force her, the problem is that I can't control it!
But that night, as soon as I climbed into Lin Miao's bed, there was a knock on the door.
I'm so bad, look at Lin Miao hiding in the quilt, this girl directly pulled the quilt and blocked half of her little face, only revealing a crescent-like smile, and her eyebrows and eyes were crooked to look at me, as if she was snickering.
With a depressed face, I got up, sorted out my clothes, and went to the door and asked, "Who?" β
"Xiaoyou, it's a poor road......" There was a sneaky voice from outside the door.
I sweated in my head, opened a little crack in the door, and looked out, it was really the old way, so I said to him, "You wait a while, it's not convenient to talk in the house, I'll put on a coat and go out to talk." β
Lao Dao nodded very knowingly, and did not look into the room.
That Lin Miao had already taken off her clothes and gone to sleep, even if she was wearing underwear, it was not very convenient to let Lao Dao into the house at this time.
So I informed Lin Miao and asked her to be careful, call me at the window if there was something, and then go out with Lao Dao.
This old man didn't seem to stay in this hotel, and when he walked out with me, the guys in the store didn't give him a good look.
Out of the door of this hotel, the two of us didn't go far, just under the window of Lin Miao's room, stopped.
But this old man seemed to be afraid of being noticed by the ghost troupe in the hotel, so he pulled me and moved it to the side of the road.
"Dao Chief, it's dark this day, let's talk about something quickly." I was a little anxious when I saw him procrastinating.
Lao Dao rubbed his hands awkwardly and said to me, "Xiaoyou, you see that our old man has met, and it is also fate, can you lend me some blood?" β
"My blood?" I raised my eyes and stared at Lao Dao for a while, thinking that if he wanted to harm me, he would already have my birth date in his hand, and it would not be bad for this blood.
So, I asked him, "How much?" β
Seeing that I didn't say no, Lao Dao quickly took out a wine bottle from his pocket, smiled, and said, "A bottle is fine......
"......" I looked at the boss's wine bottle, and immediately became unhappy, and complained, "Dao Chief, do you think this is a dog's blood?" Is it here to ask for blood, or is it here to kill me? β
Seeing that my face was like a vegetable, he was very unhappy, and the old man scratched his head in embarrassment, and said very reluctantly, "Then why don't you ...... Half a bottle? Okay, too. β
I didn't want to give this bull-nosed old man a drop at this time, so I asked him directly, "You want so much blood, do you want to set up a formation?" β
Lao Dao nodded very sincerely, and said, "Poor Dao has to keep a back hand, in case those powerful ghosts really find the people of Jiuyin, Poor Dao can't do without a countermeasure, and see them harm people's lives." β
"So your countermeasure is to borrow my blood?" I asked jokingly.
Lao Dao nodded very seriously and said, "Didn't you run into it?" β
You mean, I hit you in the hand, right?
Thinking stupidly, I glanced at the old dao again, and I also wondered a little in my heart, how could this old dao be sure that my blood could cure those powerful ghosts?
Could it be that when I drew the Tiangang rune on the dagger with blood last night, he saw it?
But even so, he couldn't make such a conclusion.
Seeing that I was silent and silent, Lao Dao was a little anxious, so he said, "It's really not good, Poor Dao can exchange things with you." β
As he spoke, Lao Dao stretched out his pocket to show me, and muttered, "Except for the gossip mirror and the heavenly spear, you can pick any other magic artifacts." β
I peeked into his pocket and saw that there were a lot of things in a mess, all of which seemed to be quaint Taoist artifacts.
But I didn't have this greedy Dao, and seeing that this old Dao was also bloody, I asked him directly, "How can the Daoist think that my blood can cure those powerful ghosts?" Last time, I drew a soul fixing spell with blood, and burned it with the doll possessed by a demon, but I was almost killed by the ghost. β
Seeing that I was afraid of getting into trouble, the old Taoist hurriedly explained, "That's the wrong method you used, if the poor Dao didn't guess wrong, Xiaoyou should be hot and hot in the body now, and the body is hot?" β
Hearing this, I looked at Lao Dao in a daze and said, "How does the Taoist know?" β
"You are too yang, put some blood to poor Dao, it will be much better." Lao Dao looks very understanding.
But if I don't bleed, it can be much easier to find Lin Miao, it must be better than bloodletting......
Thinking stupidly, I didn't make a sound.
The old man stared at me blankly, still holding his pocket, waiting for me to pick out the objects inside.
I looked at the large bottle in his hand again, and reluctantly said, "A quarter, no more." β
Hearing this, Lao Dao looked down at the wine bottle and muttered, "That's not good, it's not enough to form a formation." β
"It's not enough, you can make up for it with cinnabar, isn't it? Before, I used this bloody cinnabar to beat that terrible ghost half to death, and I promised that it would work. "I swore a pledge.
Lao Dao pondered for a while, smacked his mouth, and had to nod and say, "That's okay!" β
Seeing that he nodded, I reached directly into his pocket and pulled out his magic weapon that could be stretched and turned into a spear.
Suddenly, the old man was stunned, and he stretched out his hand to grab it back.
If you like Fox Trouble, please collect it: () Fox Disaster Hand Fight Bar has the fastest update speed.