There are four or five in the chicken pen, right? In the process of eating chicken, the owner who slept in the house didn't notice it? Don't they call?

Hey, the chickens really don't crow. Huang Pizi steals chickens, and he is powerful in this kung fu.

In the dead of night, when everyone in the house was asleep, Huang Pizi's eyes were shining brightly and staring at the chicken pen through the yard. The fowls in the chicken pen also knew that they were being targeted by predators, and although they were restless, they would not make a movement, because of the yellow-skinned eyes, as long as the chickens looked at it, it was as if they had become mute. This phenomenon has never been explained even in the field of biology. Perhaps, it's just that one thing in the world descends another, and the chicken is frightened.

In other words, even if the chicken doesn't crow now, why doesn't it cry when the yellow skin bites the chicken's neck?

Before biting the chicken's neck, it will gently scratch a soft feather under the chicken's shoulder with its claws, and the feather does not know what acupuncture point it is under the chicken, as long as it is touched, it immediately becomes quiet, at the mercy of it, even if it bites it to death, it is also unconscious.

Later, the art of stealing chickens from Huangpizi was learned by carefully observant thieves.

In the early years, there was a kind of thief called "chicken thief", they just learned the yellow way to steal chickens and did not move at all.

The masters of the thief Dong's family are all at the level of the thief's ancestor, and this little skill can only be regarded as an introductory skill, so Wushuang is naturally familiar with the road.

"Huh...... Yours is there! You are a young man who steals the door, but you use this kind of indiscriminate means to steal chickens? If this spreads, wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous? Ma Chengfeng shook his head helplessly and mocked him.

"Cut, if you don't come with me, what tricks do I use? Let's save Lao Taiji's life first, pull aside. Wushuang pushed Ma Chengfeng away, and the place where they were hiding happened to be just above the side of Lao Taiji's bedroom.

"Where's the hell?" There is no peerless mortal with the naked eye, and you can't see the piece of white silk.

"Downstairs, you aim at the point!"

Wushuang nodded, moved his hands in this direction, and the moment he released his right hand, he used his left hand to scratch an acupuncture point under his left arm. As if stimulated, the big rooster flapped its wings and fell from the sky, pulling its throat and "clucking...... Giggle...... "As soon as the loud voice came out, it immediately spread ten miles away.

The crowing of the rooster is contagious, and this big rooster is the king of chickens in the neighborhood at first glance, and as soon as he crows here, all the roosters in the whole Ejina follow it and crow at the top of their voices.

The sound of the rooster announcing the dawn is wave after wave, one after another.

"You are a week of peeling!" Ma Chengfeng gave him a blank look.

Don't say it, although this trick is bad, it really works. The rooster announces that the dawn is coming. It is also a symbol of the alternation of yin and yang.

Ma Chengfeng saw that the half of the white silk on the door suddenly floated up, and with a yin wind blowing farther and farther, it finally disappeared.

"How?" Wushuang asked him.

"Well, let's go!"

The duo high-fived in celebration.

"You're not a nuisance sometimes."

"Give me back!" Wushuang held out his hand to him.

"I didn't say that sentence just now! The person I hate the most in my life is you!! Good bye! Ma Chengfeng shook his body and flew out.

Let's talk about it at two ends.

Wushuang came to Ejina, like Ma Chengfeng, he came to step on the plate, and he didn't give it for nothing, all kinds of signs indicate that the mysterious disappearance of grandpa is definitely related to Batur Huntaiji. He originally wanted to step on the plate in the past few days and investigate in secret, but looking at this posture, he couldn't take it off anymore, Batur Huntaiji could avoid the first day of junior high school but couldn't avoid the fifteenth.

Just after the rooster crowed, the old Taiji lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, he stared at his eyes, gasped for breath, sat up, took the teacup, and took a sip of it.

His son and daughter-in-law approached him and asked him how he was feeling.

Old Taiji swallowed the tea, and told them that he had that nightmare just now, and he dreamed that there was a little ghost calling for a ghost, and he saw that two hideous-looking little ghosts, one black and one white, were about to walk in from outside the door, and suddenly the rooster crowed, and he woke up.

As soon as he had spoken of this, he suddenly saw a dark shadow outside the door descend from the sky, and rushed in a few steps.

Darhan thought that someone was going to assassinate his father, and he immediately called out to the people outside.

"Young Queen? Wait a minute...... Go, let them all go down and wait, the young master is a distinguished guest, don't be rude! Old Taiji waved his hand and motioned for all the strong men outside the door to retreat.

Wushuang hugged his shoulders, still with the annoying dead fish eyes, and just leaned against the door and looked at Old Taiji. Old Taiji didn't ask him, and he didn't speak.

"Is it because the young master came here late at night because the house was not well entertained?" Darhan asked.

Wushuang took off his black clothes, threw them on the ground, and said in a cold tone: "Don't ask me this, ask your father!" ”

The Kwantung thieves have always been cautious in their dealings with the Mongolian District, and Batur Hun Taiji has a good personal relationship with Dong Sanli, and the two also have private correspondence. This Batur Huntaiji's private business with the thief every year is enough to bring him a seven-figure income, although this is Ejina, but the Dong family is extremely powerful, even if he dies in the future, his son will continue to cooperate with the Dong family to make money, naturally he does not dare to be guilty.

"Please make it clear to the young master." Batur Huntaiji walked down with a cane and personally poured tea for Wushuang.

How noble is the identity of Lao Taiji? actually held a teacup to serve him with tea, but Wushuang didn't buy it, and directly stretched out his hand and pushed it away!

"You!! Northeasterners, don't go too far! Abu Jing, you are also for your grandfather's sake! If you don't know the current affairs anymore, don't blame me for being rude! ”

Wushuang hugged his shoulders and swept Durhan with the corner of his eye. "Hmph...... Old Taiji, it seems that your son has a lot of opinions about me? ”

"Young Kui, please forgive me, something has just happened at home, and Darhan is naturally in a bad mood." Old Taiji let Wushuang to the upper seat, and he stood in front of him with a teacup in his hand. "Go down, Darhan, and stay." He commanded.

When the woman went down, there were only three of them left in the house.

Old Taiji took out a handful of incense from the drawer, walked to the incense table, lit it, and inserted it in the incense burner, and on the wall was enshrined a portrait of their prey, the Sect.

He had already seen the intention of Wushuang. "Ancestors bless! Eternal Heaven bless! My good brother is turning evil into good fortune! ”

"Old Taiji, my grandfather was lost in your territory, should you give me an explanation?" Wushuang finally spoke.

(End of chapter)