I made a gesture to my uncle, the movement was very small, and my uncle realized it, and the arranged formation was immediately triggered. After a while, it seems that the charm has been freed from the control of my charm, but it can't get rid of the formation laid by my uncle. The uncle carefully poked his head out, observed the charm for a long time, and saw that it was motionless, and then walked over from the ancestral hall in a majestic manner.

"Uncle, you brought the charm under control so quickly, so how did it get you out of internal injuries before?" I wondered about my uncle at this moment, but at this time he had chosen to ignore what I said.

"It's called Wei Mei, it existed during the Great War between Chiyou and Yanhuang, and it was the main force on Chiyou's side." Uncle explained the origin of this evil spirit.

"I see, since it is an evil spirit in the Yanhuang period, how can it be said that it has a lifespan of thousands of years? No wonder Uncle is no match for it. "My uncle and I sang and harmonized, just to whitewash my uncle, after all, my uncle can't beat it, he can't beat it, no matter how much he explains, his uncle still can't beat it, and his uncle can control it now only because it is the weakest at noon, and it is just a scattered spirit of that ghost, the truth is so simple, but we can't say it, men's self-esteem is so fragile. I'm different from my uncle when it comes to getting rid of evil spirits, maybe I just need to drop a drop of blood on it and it will disappear forever.

"Dan'er, do you know this formation?" My uncle asked me this question a little proudly, and I have to say that invisible pretending is the most deadly. If I had known, I would have gone to the Great God Dance to make money.

"I don't know, I hope my uncle will give me some advice." I immediately put on the face of an idol star. People's self-esteem is mutually satisfying, others respect you, you have to respect him, even if you don't understand why you have to respect him, but in the vast majority of cases, this answer is not important. At this time, I chose to let my uncle pick up some scattered confidence in front of the charm who had caused him internal injuries.

"To deal with such evil spirits, we must use this eight-sided ghost binding array to trap it at this time of the day, no matter how high the cultivation of the people in the array is, it is impossible to escape." After picking up my self-esteem, my uncle is even more comfortable with bragging bulls, and I have to be busy on the side to continue to cooperate with my uncle to wash his name. Hey, how dare I speak in this situation, the emperor can learn from it, and the thick soil is proof, I Zhang Goudan is really a filial son.

If it were me, eight imps in the formation plus two of us with a total of ten spirits to defeat this evil spirit, I was embarrassed to see people, how could I still have a face to blow here? Forget it, let him go, the most important thing is for the old man to be happy.

I saw that the middle of the day was almost over, so I said to my uncle, "It's almost done, we have to get down to business." At this time, the uncle was extremely reluctant to put away his smug face.

"Gou Dan, did you ask about her birthday?" My uncle asked me suddenly.

"I was asking for the name, and I was about to ask the eight characters of the birthday, but this charm suddenly took away this woman, and I couldn't ask. It's just that the secret method taught by Dan'er's mother is too powerful, and even the thousand-year-old charm has reacted. ”

"Hmph, that's my fault!" A woman's voice came from her body, sounding like a child who had been wronged.

"Mom, Dan'er didn't mean that, Dan'er praised you for being so powerful, even I, a half-witted person who only learned the skin, can produce such a miraculous effect." I hastened to coax my glass-hearted lovely mother.

"Dan'er, are you talking to your mother again? Said, people can't be resurrected after death, you don't have to have any thoughts that can communicate with your dead mother, if it doesn't exist, in the long run, it will only be mentally discouraged" Uncle seemed to look at me with pity.

Actually, I didn't tell anyone about my parents' spirit lodge in my body, because according to my parents, for the sake of safety, they only planned to tell me about this own son. For the more people who know that the spirits of the two of them still exist, the more dangerous the two of them become. Before my father died, he calculated that this ghost woman would live in a bamboo house all the time, and when I was six years old, I was killed by my blood, so that I learned about the existence of my parents. This is already the final bottom line, if I hadn't forgotten that my parents' spirits were in that painting, and threw them into the Qiankun bag, maybe both of them would still be in the painting now. After all, how can such a thing as fate be fully calculated?

"Dan'er misses her deceased mother day by day, and often feels that my mother is by my side. I hope my uncle won't laugh at me, a wild child who is not loved by my parents. "I deliberately said this to my uncle in the tone of an orphan under the fence who missed his mother who died young, and he was naturally convinced. I can't help it, I paint skin, and what I'm best at is camouflage.

A "poof" laugh came out of my body. It seems that my mother was amused by my amazing acting skills, and my glass-hearted mother seemed to have been taken care of by me. After a while, my mother seemed to be close to my ear and said something, that kind of whisper sounded too comfortable, worthy of a thousand-year-old cultivation of the painted skin demon, every gesture exuded infinite charm: "Dan'er, don't be sad, when my mother and I will recover a few percent of cultivation, I will come out to take care of you, and I will never make you feel lonely again." "At the moment, my mind is full of my kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and I don't want to pay attention to that damn dad, huh.

"Dan'er, don't be sad, when this matter is over, let's go and put incense on your parents together, Dan'er is still so filial!" My uncle was about to cry after speaking, maybe I had a wave of acting skills just now, which made my uncle feel pity for me, an orphan who was born without my parents.

However, it is indeed an indisputable fact that I was born without parents. My uncle's words made me feel that he was my real father, and that this adoptive father had fulfilled his father's responsibilities more than another biological father who died with his life to protect me. There's nothing wrong with me thinking so, damn dad always knew what I was thinking, and I wasn't afraid he would say anything about me when he found out. Because there is nothing wrong with me having such thoughts, my biological father has not fulfilled his responsibilities is not fulfilling his responsibilities, and you are not by my side when I am the youngest and most helpless, it is a dereliction of duty. Compared to this unglaring adoptive father, I feel that my father has always been him. In normal times, when I say bad things about him in my heart, my damn dad must remember a small notebook, and when he takes away me, he will tell a bunch of big truths. But this time I'm right, he can't get out of it anyway. I didn't have a childhood with parents like my peers, and it was this uncle who always accompanied me. He asked me to call him dad in front of others, not to take advantage of me, but because he was afraid that others would laugh at me for being an orphan. No matter how good at camouflaging the painted skin is, there are emotions that can't be hidden deep in your heart!

"Dad, Dan'er won't be sad with you, Dan'er has always felt very happy, really happy" Before my uncle could react, I pounced on my uncle, uncle, an old man who was one meter six tall and hunchbacked, was hugged tightly by me like this, and was a little uncomfortable at first, and then he simply hugged me tightly, and the two of them cried like a tearful person. Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is an incomprehensible emotional drama, like making a movie, two big men cry when they say they cry, too pretentious and contrived. However, only those who are crying can understand the bitterness of these more than 20 years.

It seems that I also hear sobs coming from within me, with two different timbres. It turns out that the damn dad is not a cold-blooded animal, and he can still cry? It's really commendable.

The damn dad didn't say a word at this time, but the mother whimpered and said, "Don't blame your father, Dan'er, your father is strict with you for your own good, and you can only get ahead when you grow up from a young age." "My mother's cry sounded like it was heartbreaking, I don't know if it was because of her extremely high cultivation, or because it was my mother's cry. My mother cleared him with tears in her eyes, and let me let go of the pain of growing up. "Mom is really a good woman, in addition to being charming, she is also so considerate of her husband, and she is devoted to her husband, but it's a pity that such a good cabbage will be given to ......" deliberately didn't finish speaking, and was angry with that damn guy.

"Okay, Dan'er, when I give up this ghostly spirit, I'll go and summon the soul of your mother." The uncle wiped away the tears that had long since dried up with his hands and stood up. He seemed to hear all the whispers I had just whispered. He felt a deep sense of guilt, maybe he blamed himself for not letting me feel my mother's love, compared to another father, it was really a heaven and an earth.

I came to my senses and found that the ghost was about to break free from the eight-sided ghost formation of this uncle's so-called "no matter how high the cultivation is, it will be impossible to escape". Not good, uncle is dangerous.