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But there should be a lot of follow-up troubles, enough for him to have a headache for a while.

As for the Gu Master named Miao Wuren, this is not within the scope of our 'worry'.

is targeted by the state, and naturally there is a country to clean him up.

Just like the old man told me, it's okay to fight with people in the industry, but it's okay to fight with the country.

No matter how strong the individual is, it is impossible to be stronger than the state apparatus, and he is deeply aware of this.

After that, we chatted for a while, and when the sky was 'Meng' and 'Meng', we went back to sleep under Situ's arrangement.

Qibao slept in the same room with Chang Longxiang, and Chen Qiuyan was in a separate room.

Originally, the old man wanted to sleep in a room by himself, but I didn't worry about him, so I insisted on following him, an old wounded, to rest.

To say that he is not worried about him must be false.

I'm not stupid, I'm not fooled or perfunctory.

Although the old man insisted that his injury was not serious, I could see from the 'color' of his face that this time I was afraid that he would hurt himself and lose his anger, and he would think about it if he didn't cultivate for ten days and a half months!

Lying on the single 'bed', I couldn't sleep.

After tossing and turning for a long time, he finally turned sideways, and stared at the old man by the light that came in through the gap in the curtains.......

Ever since he was beaten on the 'bed', his breathing has not been smooth.

Either it suddenly becomes rapid or it suddenly becomes weak.

The breath of the whole person has been 'chaotic' and 'chaotic' to the extreme, and it can't be stabilized at all.

Maybe the old man sensed that I was looking at him, closed his eyes, and suddenly said: "I'm fine, don't worry about me, hurry up and sleep with you, you have to rush home at night." ”

"Master, are you really okay?"

Looking at the past, the old man's already wrinkled face looked even older at this time, and there was a sense of lifelessness.

Hearing me ask, he opened his eyes with great difficulty, and with a sigh, he said, It's okay.

"You must not be fine......."

I've never seen an old man like this, so I couldn't help but panic, and my tone was full of fear: "Otherwise, let's go back now?" Go to the hospital? ”

"No, you don't." The old man sighed: "It'll be fine after a while." ”

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, and hurriedly asked me, "What about the mouse??" ”

"That's right! I almost forgot about this stubble! ”

I jumped out of bed in a frenzy and pulled my duffel bag open.

When I looked down, there was nothing wrong with the big 'fat' mouse, curled up into a ball, and was sleeping comfortably.

"Alive." I said.

"It's not easy." The old man said, although his voice was very low, but I could still hear the excitement in his tone: "Take it home and raise it well, it's best to raise it well, like this...... Your path will be much easier in the future. ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but wonder a little, so I asked the old man, do you know the origin of this mouse?

"If I didn't know, how could I have asked you to bring it back?" The old man asked me rhetorically, "Do you think ..... Is it an ordinary kind of rat that has become a 'fine'? ”

I nodded, and said no, Chang Longxiang still calls it the Gray Immortal.

"Bullshit gray fairy, this is a fucking rat!"

(Note: 爩, pronounced yu fourth tone, mostly refers to smoke coming out.) ）

"Rats?"

When I heard this unfamiliar term, I just felt a little 'confused', what is this?

"This kind of spiritual 'sex' beast was very rare in ancient times, let alone in modern times, and it is basically extinct." The old man said, and slowly introduced it to me: "In the pile of books I threw in your room last time, there are several books that record the rat, it seems that you haven't opened it." ”

"Didn't you forget......" I sneered, "I didn't think about it that much......."

The old man ignored me, and began to mutter.

"There is a beast in the dark, with ink feet and a snow body, like a mouse, and likes to eat evil, and its name is a rat."

"This account is 'quite reliable'." I was stunned: "This big 'fat' mouse is a snowy body with black feet, white 'hair' all over his body, and only four paws are black!" ”

As I spoke, I scratched my head and asked with some curiosity: "Master, you said that it likes to eat...... Does it like to eat bad gas? ”

"So to speak." The old man nodded: "Most of these beasts live in a dilapidated place, in that kind of strange land, the earth qi is incomplete, and it is easy to get angry, which is just in line with the life habits of rats." ”

齾 (ya fourth tone) broken land.

I am not unfamiliar with these four words, I just read them in the book not long ago, and most of the records are a single mention of the word "broken".

In the industry, especially Mr. Feng Shui's 'door', it is a relatively special term.

The earth's air stretches for thousands of miles, and there is no gap, like a mirror.

Unless it is to build a large tomb in a mountain, or to build an artificial lake, and to dig a mass grave during war.

Only such a big action can break through the earth, in other words, a gap is smashed in this huge "mirror".

This gap is called a break.

"Master, what else does the book say?" I asked.

The old man coughed twice, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

"Rats, like dace, digging the ground, like a fox, good fireworks, like vomiting, poisonous, yang people will die when they touch it."

"Dace? This should be about pangolins, right? I lowered my head thoughtfully and looked at the big 'fat' mouse: "The rat likes to vomit? What's it spitting up? ”

"Spit out of your mouth." The old man smiled: "It's about the same as when I 'smoked' cigarettes, what kind of smoke I spit out, you can figure it out yourself." ”

I nodded, thought about it, and asked again: "Master, Miao Wuren asked us about the rat before leaving....... What do you think this mouse has to do with him? It can't be raised by him, right? ”

"I don't know the specifics." The old man suppressed his throat and whispered: "But I feel that Miao Wuren came to this kind of barren mountains and wilderness, planting people and melons is just a way, and finding this mouse is probably his real purpose." ”

"Then it's no wonder." I nodded suddenly in realization: "Listen to what you say, this mouse can be counted as a living immortal family, not to mention Miao Wuren, put it on us, we have to be tempted!" ”

"Not necessarily."

As he spoke, the old man suddenly fell silent, squinting his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.

"If this mouse is ownerless, where did that little box on its back come from?"

I didn't speak, and listened quietly to the old man's analysis.

"Although I only took a cursory glance, I can be sure that the brass bell around its neck is definitely not modern, it should be an antiquity." The old man analyzed it very seriously, and didn't mean to joke with me: "The pattern engraved on the bell is called kui (kui second sound) pattern, and there are some cloud patterns, most of the former appear on the bronzes of the Qin Dynasty........"

"Isn't that right?" I couldn't help but ask, "If that bell is an antiquity, there should be rust on it!" ”

"Rust may not be true, and rust may not be fake." The old man smiled: "There are some things that you haven't touched, so it's normal for you to think so." ”

"Listen to what you mean, you seem to be 'quite 'well' sensible." I looked at him in amazement.

Hearing this, the old man smiled, did not speak, and did not explain to me.

"Actually, I want to know...... Father....... What do you think is in that little box on the back of the squirrel? ”

"I don't know." The old man said, thought for a while, and then said: "But I feel that it should be a good thing, and it is not good that Miao Wuren is looking for it, just for the box on its back." ”

"Why don't we open it and have a look?" I asked tentatively.

"Don't."

The old man shook his head, and his tone was very serious.

"For now, this rat is quite close to us, so you must not 'mess around'." The old man instructed: "Let's talk about the box when it is 'mixed' with us." ”

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Coincidentally, as I was saying this, the rat suddenly opened its eyes, and before I could react, it jumped and fell to the ground.

It looked at me, then at the old man, and without any fear, it raised its two little paws and stretched as it stood.

In the process, it is like a living person, stretching its waist and opening its mouth wide.

Wisps of milky white smoke, with a strange fragrance, came out of its mouth.

"Is this a curse?" I asked.

"It's not."

The old man shook his head and said.

"It's called corpse incense."