By the dim moonlight, the middle-aged woman looked rough, looking at the out-and-out rural person, she suddenly raised her head, stopped, and looked at us blankly.

I was nervous......

These three watches don't sleep in the middle of the night, it won't be as simple as running up the mountain to see the night view, we don't dare to act rashly, and we also stare at her.

Have you ever seen a wax figure?

After a few minutes, she was exactly like a wax figure.

The mouth is slightly open and drooling.

He didn't even blink his eyelids.

Uncle Jian couldn't stand this atmosphere.

Just ask who she is?

What are you doing here?

The other party didn't speak, and his body suddenly turned back stiffly.

And he walked further down the mountain like the previous action.

Uncle Jian shouted, "Stop! ”

I haven't had time to stop it.

He didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, unscrewed the cap and threw it at her.

The fishy, smelly blood poured on the other party's head.

The body immediately fell limply on it.

Squeak, squeak, squeak......

A terrible sound came from behind the stones not far away.

Hearing this, his scalp was numb, and Uncle Jian was so frightened that he couldn't hold the bottle steadily, and he ran back while bouncing back, exclaiming, "What, what?" ”

Look at the rock.

I saw a white-haired animal rolling on the ground.

The size of a football ball.

Uncle Jian pointed at it and exclaimed, "Wow... It's a big mouse, I've never ...... it in my life."

"Phew, who are you scolding for being a rat?"

The white-haired animal suddenly stood up straight from the ground, half a meter tall, with sharp-beaked monkey gills, two mung bean-like eyes glaring at Uncle Jian, and one paw pointed at his nose and scolded.

Uncle Jian fainted when he saw a mouse talking to a human being.

I took a closer look and saw where the rats were.

It's clearly a weasel with white hair.

A bad old man who stood like a dwarf.

Seeing that Uncle Jian was unresponsive, it turned its head and continued to stare at me, reproaching in that sharp and dry tone: "Boy, you dare to ruin my big things, believe it or not, make your whole family uneasy, dig up your ancestral grave?" ”

Actually, I also want to faint like Uncle Jian.

But I can't faint.

Standing there like a log and not responding for a moment.

My head went blank.

Since following Mr. Duofeng, the entire worldview has completely collapsed.

This white-haired weasel was a chatterbox, pacing back and forth with small steps, and his scolding skills were so first-class that he even cursed his neighbors who were not related to him.

I used to hear stories about weasels who have small hearts and will take revenge.

Offend it now, and you will not have a good life in the future.

The middle-aged woman was obviously confused by it, and the people who jumped off the cliff on the living platform turned out to be the ghost of this white-haired weasel, and if this thing was not removed, Wushi Town would not be at peace.

When I twisted the cap of the bottle and was about to splash it at it, I saw that Mr. Feng was already standing silently behind the white-haired weasel, and he was still unaware of it, and he was scolding happily.

Mr. Feng grabbed the back of its neck and said disdainfully: "A beast is a beast, and if you turn into a human form, you are still a beast." ”

This will, it will stop scolding, and it will not speak human words.

The whole body is fried, squeaking desperately.

Mr. Feng is not a compassionate person, he grabbed the back of his neck and smashed it to the ground, smashing the ground with a bang, even if the force could not be killed for a while, it was estimated that half a life would be lost.

Poof.

I saw that the tail of the white-haired weasel spewed out a misty liquid, and suddenly there was a dizzy, disgusting and retching smell, and the careless Mr. Feng had to let go.

Paralyzed on the ground and vomited, vomiting stomach acid all over the place.

The white-haired weasel had blood all over its face, and it swayed to Mr. Feng's side, spat a lump of saliva at him, and kicked him with one leg.

I covered my mouth and nose at the other end, and saw Mr. Feng rolling his eyes, enduring the disgusting smell, and he was so desperate that he threw anything in his hand.

Between the two dim eyes, seeing a scroll of portraits thrown out and falling at the feet of the white-haired weasel, it couldn't help but glance down, probably also smashed dizzy, and then looked down a little closer.

Then a funny scene happened.

Its eyes widened, one foot lame, and it hurried out, even abandoning Mr. Feng, who was slaughtered by others, as if it saw something terrifying.

A puff of green smoke rose inexplicably around the portrait.

A figure stepped out of the smoke.

I lay on the ground and glanced hard.

The god of the door has appeared.

The Governor Qing was exactly the same as in the portrait, wearing a black gauze on his head and an official robe, with high cheekbones and a red flower in his ear, he pointed at the white-haired weasel and shouted: "Evil animal, don't you kneel down and salute when you see this official?" ”

The voice was thick and ethereal.

It feels like a dream.

The white-haired weasel immediately turned around and knelt down, shivering constantly.

Lord Qing said: "Three Realms and Six Paths, each with its own law, you are a beast with the heart of cultivation should have advocated it, but you did not hesitate to take the lead in human life, the underworld should not care about the affairs of the yang world, today it was planted in the hands of Mr. Feng, do you accept it?" ”

"Not convinced?"

"Do you know who Mr. Feng is?"

"If the adult doesn't come forward, he will be my opponent, sneak attack from behind, he is simply a despicable villain."

"Hmph, Mr. Feng is my student."

The white-haired weasel's body couldn't help but shake and tremble even more.

kept slapping himself and blaming himself for having no eyes.

Not only was it shocking, but I couldn't believe it.

Mr. Feng was on the side, his face turned green.

I finally recovered a little, and walked over and slapped it.

It is said that it is up to the owner to beat the dog.

It turns out that Mr. Feng has such a big backer, when his father invited the door god to come back, he used a pen to put the finishing touch on the portrait, as for what the intention is still not clear.

The white-haired weasel wanted to cry without tears, and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy: "Cultivating for thousands of years can be described as a lot of hardships, not looking at merit and demerits, but also looking at hard work, spare my life, spare my life......"

Lord Qing waved his hand, "He'll decide." ”

After speaking, the figure faded.

The green smoke gradually dissipated and disappeared.

Mr. Feng asked him, "How many lives have you killed in total?" ”

It replied honestly: "Thirty-seven." ”

"In the future, I will be dedicated to goodness, and I can no longer careless of human life, when will I finish the thirty-seven things for me, and when will I be free, understand?"

"Understood, understood!"

What they said later, it's not very clear.

My hard-fought will was fainted at the last moment.

When I woke up, in an unfamiliar bed.

Look out the window, it's still dark.

Uncle Jian sat next to him and played with his phone.

I shook my head and asked him how long he had been asleep.

Uncle Jian said that it was more than two hours.

Mr. Feng sat on the patio steps outside, chatting with Mei Niang.

I tried to remember what had happened, and it felt like a dream.

"I've been sleeping in bed?"

Uncle Jian said with disdain: "Fuck your sister, it was Lao Tzu who carried you down the mountain, there was a smell on your body, disgusting, I still want to ask you, was that big mouse killed by Mr. Feng?" ”

"You didn't see that?"

"Look at Mao, I was originally dizzy, I was slapped twice by Mr. Feng and woke up, and then I carried you down the mountain in confusion, I thought you were also stunned, it turned out to be stinky."

I didn't bother to explain, looking out at the door.

Ask him: Does Mr. Feng look a little special?

Uncle Jian didn't quite understand what I said.

"Do you think Mr. Feng is a human or a ghost?"

The question seems to be an insult to his IQ.

Uncle Jian looked confused, "What do you mean by this?" ”

If Mr. Feng is a student of the Governor of the underworld, does it belong to the yang world or the underworld?

This is a question worth investigating.

Or can he interact with yin and yang?

"Have you woken up, wake up and go back."

When Mr. Feng came in, I don't know.

Uncle Jian said, "Shen Shusheng wants to ask you if you are a human or a ghost. ”

Mr. Feng came over and slapped me the back of the head.

Hit the stars in both eyes.

It's people!

I'm pretty sure.

Mei Niang was on the side, covering her mouth and laughing.

After Mr. Feng sent us back to school, he said goodbye to us, saying that he would not return to my house in the future, and that if there was anything to find him, he could talk to Governor Fu, and he would naturally know.

Then divide the two door gods in two.

He was holding a portrait of the Deputy Governor, Lord Kei.

I'm holding a portrait of the Governor Fuku-sama.

Think about it, too, people like Mr. Feng.

One should not be wronged in a small place.

In the next two days, Uncle Jian and I occupied a dormitory, free, but there was a feeling of emptiness in my heart, too exciting when it was exciting, and very boring when it was boring.

The school is a world of gossip, and the whole school knows what interesting things are.

In the past two days, the director has been tortured to the point that no one is a ghost.

You can choke on a sip of water.

Walking will fall for no reason.

When I went to the toilet, my phone fell into the pit.

I can't keep my soul all day long, and I even forgot to pull my trouser chain when I go out.

I know the reason, it's because he was punished by two adults for his disrespect.

By the third day, he finally couldn't take it anymore.

I came to the door in a low voice and asked me if there was a way to resolve it?

I asked him how he knew to come to him?

The director said that every night he always had a dream, always dreaming that two people, one fat and one thin, looked exactly like the door god who was blown away by the wind, so he must be hinting at something.

He came to me to resolve it because I brought the door god.

plus Mr. Feng's words before leaving.

The director snorted and cried, saying that he really couldn't stand it, and if he continued to toss like this, he would have to be crazy.

He knelt down and begged himself.

Even Uncle Jian couldn't bear it, and helped him persuade me to find a way.

Because of my soft-heartedness, I reluctantly agreed to help him resolve it.

Said that I would study by myself tonight and see you in the mountains behind the school.

After the director left, Uncle Jian asked me how to resolve it?

Do you want to find Mr. Feng?

I'm not very smart, but I'm not brainless.

In fact, it is very simple to help him resolve his bad luck.

It's just selfishness that things have to be complicated a little bit.

As soon as the self-study was out of school that night, the director Yintang stood at the door of the classroom in black and waited for him, and the uninformed students thought that we had made a mistake and were caught, and remembered that we were publicly named and criticized at the opening ceremony, and they were very unhappy.

When I came to the back mountain, there was no one around.

The director couldn't wait to ask, "Shen Shusheng, what should I do?" ”

"Kneel down ......"