He was also bad, so he broke off a relatively dry branch from the tree, wrapped a cloth belt, unscrewed his lighter, and poured fire oil on it. With a click, the lighter lit the small branch.

He took a look, and with his fingertips he bounced out, and the little branch with the flames hula landed on the roof of the old Taiji, on the white silk.

There was fire oil on the branches of the small trees, and a small yin wind was blowing, and suddenly the white silk on the roof was on fire.

"Hey...... Haha......" Ma Chengfeng hid on the branch of the tree and covered his mouth to steal fun.

When he was a child, he was also naughty, and he teased everyone, but he never played tricks on the ghost in his life, and he just hoped that this ghost was a good temper and could play with him more.

Bai Aya was lit by a small branch, and at that moment, as if there was some living thing covered under the hundred spirits, Bai Aya began to dance, and kept dancing, wanting to extinguish the fire. But the bigger it moves, the faster the flame ignites.

But this is the firewood in the world, and it can't make the ghost poor, at most it will make him suffer some flesh and skin, if it is the true fire of Samadhi in Hu Xiaoci's mouth before, then it will be able to kill the ghost! Bao Zhun burned his soul and scattered, and he could not be reborn forever.

Ma Chengfeng rested on his arm and fell on the treetops, he was not in a hurry, it was estimated that this flame could hold the ghost for a while. When the flame is extinguished, when will he think of another way. He heard the old blind man say that at such times, when the ghost cha encounters a master who hinders his soul hunting, he will use witchcraft to summon the heavenly rain, that is, chanting the law to ask the heavenly soldiers for help, and let the heavenly rain help him extinguish the fire.

But it takes time, right? One day in the sky, ten years on the earth, when the heavenly soldiers come, or the rain dragon king comes, maybe it will be dawn.

Coincidentally, I never thought that at this time, I didn't know which person in the courtyard had sharp eyes, and when he saw a fire on the roof of Lao Taiji, he shouted, and took a few people to the big water, broke it up, and extinguished the small flames......

"Nima! These dog minions who don't have long eyes! You Taiji are the ones who killed you! Ma Chengfeng scolded angrily.

The piece of white silk was only half burned, and it fell silently on the eaves, and after about five minutes, a dark wind blew, and it continued to dance, and it fell quietly from the roof, just on the window of Old Taiji.

It's summer, the window is not closed, and through the window, Ma Chengfeng can still see Lao Taiji lying on the bed and panting weakly.

There is an old desk next to his bed, and there is a lamp on the desk, and it seems that his family also understands it, which is equivalent to the life lamp of the old Taiji, people die like a lamp going out, if the oil lamp is extinguished, then it is necessary to prepare for the aftermath immediately.

Hula...... Hula...... A cloudy wind blew through the window, and the small flames in the oil lamps shook back and forth. When his eldest son Darhan saw this, he rushed over and blocked the oil lamp with both hands, but even so, the wind continued to blow through his fingers.

Ma Chengfeng took a look, this is not good, the light will be extinguished after blowing it twice like this!

In fact, it is very simple for him to stop the ghost cha from hunting the soul, and he can scare the onicha away with a flick of the ghost pupil. But in this way, he exposed his hiding place, although he was covered by a dust shelter, and the ghost couldn't see through his soul, but it was not the best choice to do it with the ghost on the surface.

Ma Chengfeng's observation is very careful, Lao Taiji is a person with a strong sense of tradition, this mansion has a history of two or three hundred years, although the house has modern electrical appliances, but the main architectural pattern of this mansion has not been changed. The room has windows only in the front direction, and the windows open outward and have to be supported from the outside by a wooden pole.

Seeing this, he had a plan, took out a small pebble from his pocket and threw it out, which happened to hit the wooden pole against the window, knocking the wooden pole down.

With a bang, the window slammed shut, and when the window fell, a gust of wind blew down the piece of white silk that fell on the window.

He let out a sigh of relief, which can be regarded as a foolish pass, so that he can hold on a little longer.

The king of Hades told you to die on the third watch, who dared to keep you until the fifth watch? It was impossible for the ghost to let go of Lao Taiji because of these trivial things, and a yin wind blew and blew Bai Aya into the air again, and this time, it fell on the half-open door beam. There is a stone on the inside of the door to prevent the spring from closing the door. Ma Chengfeng can't do it again even if he wants to do it again.

"I wipe ...... What about playing with me? Ma Chengfeng scolded secretly.

Fortunately, Wushuang rushed back at this time.

"Huh? What do you think? The ghost didn't succeed, did he? He landed on the treetops and crouched down.

Ma Chengfeng glanced back at him and said, "If you don't come back, it's really too late, I can think of all the methods I can use, but I'm afraid I won't be able to support it." ”

"It's hard brother, it's okay, the rest is to watch me!" Wushuang patted his chest as he spoke, he was wrapped in a night suit, and he didn't know what was stuffed in the night suit. He motioned to Ma Chengfeng to let him touch it.

Ma Chengfeng put his hand into the placket of his shirt and touched it, and couldn't help laughing. "Yours is the real thing! It's too bad, isn't it? ”

"Hey...... Is it possible to do it without losing points? Extraordinary means must be used to deal with the ghosts. ”

Ma Chengfeng touched it just now, touched a hand of chicken feathers, he actually went to the kitchen in the front yard and stole back a big rooster in the chicken cage. The point is, how can such a majestic big rooster be caught by him without any movement at all?

"Dumb? Dumb chickens are useless! ”

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Are you an old horse family? Can't see through this means? Wushuang glared at him and pulled the big out of his coat.

After a closer look, I found that Wushuang's right hand was always in his chest, and he kept scratching the feathers under one of the wings of the big rooster with his index finger.

There's something to talk about here, where to start......

What animals under the world are the natural enemies of chickens? Cat? Eagle? Farmers in the mountains also occasionally encounter bears, blind and hungry, and come to steal chickens in the middle of the night by moonlight. But these are not the real predators of chickens, because at least when predators are close to the pen, chickens will crow, and when they rush in, the big roosters will peck them in and resist.

The real natural predator of chickens is the yellow skin, that is, the weasel.

There is a folk saying that why is the yellow skin the best at stealing chickens?

This yellow skin steals the chicken has its means, the yellow skin will not steal the chicken, it rushes into the chicken pen, directly bites the chicken neck, until it bites to death, it does not eat chicken, only drinks chicken blood. But think about it, who only has a few chickens?

(End of chapter)