"Don't lie to me." Yan Xiangyang didn't believe it, and then told Zhang Lao of his date of birth, but he reluctantly believed him because he was the face of his elder sister's master, otherwise he wouldn't tell him his birth date if he was killed.

"You go to my house and get pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, remember, the paper needs red paper." Zhang Yuan wrote down Yan Xiangyang's birthday, pinched it with both hands, and then asked Yan Xiangyang to go to the house to get a pen and paper.

"Oh!" This time, Yan Xiangyang was very simple, and without saying a word, he obediently went into the house and brought the master a pen and paper.

Then, he watched Master Zhang Yuan sit up straight as if he had changed a person, and his posture elegantly wrote his birthday eight characters on the red paper, and the handwriting was ancient traditional characters, and the handwriting was quite chic and elegant.

If it weren't for Yan Xiangyang staring at the eight characters of his birthday written by the old man himself, Yan Xiangyang couldn't help but doubt Master Zhang Yuan's ability, after all, the image of Master Zhang Yuan is really far from the so-called master, but this good hand is beyond the reach of Yan Xiangyang, the son, God knows, the most impatient thing for Yan Xiangyang in his life to look at is his scribbled handwriting, which is no different from a ghost drawing.

"You old man doesn't look reliable, but that's not bad." The words are really good-looking, and Yan Xiangyang can't go against his conscience to say that it's not good-looking, so he opened his mouth strangely to praise it.

"By the way, boy, you should still be a boy **!" After Master Zhang Yuan finished writing Yan Xiangyang's birthday, he waited for the handwriting on the red paper to dry thoroughly, and then folded it in a very strange and skillful way, and then looked at Yan Xiangyang with a teasing and suspicious look.

This kid looks like Hangerlang is not serious, but in fact he is just awkward, not like the kind of boy who doesn't know how to measure.

"Old man, what the hell are you talking about, let me tell you, I'm a very serious child, I'm not the kind of person who will mess around......" Yan Xiangyang felt as if he was on the edge of a huge pit, and the danger made him want to go home.

It was so embarrassing that the old man should ask him such a secret question.

"I'll just ask you if you're still a virgin, what are you excited about?" Master Zhang Yuan also glared viciously.

What does this bastard kid think about all day long! Angry with him.

Master Zhang Yuan was so angry that he was also blushing and his neck was thick, don't look at him usually looking indecent, but he allowed himself to be casual and immodest when he was old, but he didn't allow Yan Xiangyang, a junior, to live a messy life at a young age.

"Take it." Master Zhang Yuan thought, and with some annoyance, he threw the folded eight-character birthday paper to Yan Xiangyang.

Yan Xiangyang quickly caught the red rune paper with his birthday written on it, and then looked up at Master Zhang Yuan in confusion.

This is what he wants to do with this talisman paper

"If you haven't touched a woman yet, you can go to the cupboard in the back kitchen and find a chicken bowl with a red rooster painted on it, go to the backyard and kill a rooster to get some rooster blood, and by the way, put a little black dog blood from the little black dog, and then urinate your own boy urine, soak this rune paper in it, soak it until it is time, and then take it out and put it on your body." Master Zhang Yuan said, then turned around and planned to go home to rest.

After an afternoon of tossing, he was also tired!

Yan Xiangyang listened to what Master Zhang Yuan said, and listened to it all in his ears, but he always felt a little twisted, and he was full of half-understanding, and then asked in his throat behind him: "Then what if I am not a boy anymore?" What to do? ”

"What to do? Then you just wait for the female ghost to take you away as a ghost husband! I can't save you, old man. Master Zhang Yuan snorted, not polite at all, and even Yan Xiangyang could feel that the old man seemed to be gritting his teeth.

"......" Yan Xiangyang thought amusedly, and then completely froze in place and was dumbfounded, because he thought that if he was no longer a virgin, then he would have to die.

Thinking about it, thinking about it, Yan Xiangyang couldn't help but pat his constantly undulating chest and congratulate himself that he was still disciplined, and he didn't dare to throw out the important first time in his life casually at the age of seventeen or eighteen, but before he could finish rejoicing on himself, Master Zhang Yuan, who was going to go back to the house, stopped his pace and turned around him and yelled at him.

"You will prepare lunch for the old man in a while, the old man I want to eat chicken and fish." Master Zhang Yuan said, and he also planned to go to sleep: "Also, you hurry up and put these sweet potatoes in the cellar for me, and I am going to make dried sweet potatoes to eat in winter!" If you don't finish your project, I'll try to send you to the female ghost at night, don't think I'm fooling you, understand? "Threatening people or something, Master Zhang Yuan asked himself very easily, especially that Yan Xiangyang, a bear child, is not deep in Taoism, and he is not his opponent at all.

"Got it!" Yan Xiangyang responded very aggrievedly, and then resigned himself to take the talisman paper with his birthday on it and went to the backyard kitchen.

After looking through the cupboard where the pots and pans were placed again, Yan Xiangyang found the chicken bowl that Old Man Zhang said, and because he is a rich boy, he has become accustomed to the life of stretching out his hands to eat and open his mouth since he was a child, so he coldly asked him to catch chickens and get chicken blood, which was completely embarrassing him.

So Yan Xiangyang fought to the death with a group of roosters in the chicken coop, and when he was embarrassed to take the chicken blood, the sun was already hanging high.

Immediately, Yan Xiangyang stared at the fierce little black dog again, and when he finally prepared everything according to Master Zhang Yuan's instructions, Yan Xiangyang was covered in chicken feathers, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

"I'm tired of Lao Tzu." Yan Xiangyang sighed, and then carefully took out the red rune paper and put it into the strange chicken bowl.

It's just a slightly strange scene happened, the folded rune paper should have been penetrated, but it unexpectedly seemed to have a protective layer, completely blocking the approach of those things.

"Oh my God! What the hell are these? Yan Xiangyang looked at the rune paper that seemed to be shining with magical golden light, he couldn't believe it, wasn't what he saw really dazzling?

Yan Xiangyang thought about it, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, looking at it, the rune paper was still as it was before, isolated from those things that were mixed together.

"What the hell!" Yan Xiangyang raised his hand and patted his forehead.

Here, Yan Xiangyang was in dire straits, and Yan Xiangnuan drove straight to Jin's house, and learned that Jin Weimo also went out early in the morning, and after getting the death list that could be determined, he directly discussed with Jin Weimo, and then drove to the Star Heart Foundation.