When Zhang Asi picked up the acacia cake on the ground, Hui Aiai, who was present, and Li Chuanshui, who was hiding in the grass in the dark, all held their breath and watched the old man's every move of the Five Organs Temple.

After a while, Ah Si crushed the osmanthus cake in his hand, and then put it into a small glass bottle, and opened the mouth of the glass bottle to the ground.

When these preparations were made, Ah Si crushed the remaining osmanthus cake into powder, and then sprinkled it around the huge osmanthus tree.

Ah Si pouted his buttocks, and after throwing the cake and sugar powder, he stood up again, and then walked back to his plastic package, took out the eggs that had been prepared in advance, wrapped them in red paper, stained them with honey, and placed them under the osmanthus tree.

When Zhang Asi finished these actions, Li Chuanshui and the others especially noticed that the old laurel tree also began to have some strange changes.

At first, although the branches of the tree swayed, they were basically quiet and silent, but as Zhang Asi continued to fiddle, the branches of the tree shook even more violently in the absence of wind and air, and there were some special shaking that were different from the wind and rain.

The shaking sound between the branches of the laurel tree came and went, sending out bursts of sparse, sometimes large and sometimes small trembling, making a "cluck, cluck" sound, the sound was very regular, as if it was some animal, in the delicate head to ear.

And as the tremor continued to grow, many old and decaying branches fell from the old laurel tree.

The scattered dead branches give people the illusion that something is indeed breaking and jumping on the branches, but when Li Chuanshui and others look up, they can't see anything.

Such an inexplicable and strange process lasted for about ten minutes, and at a certain point ten minutes later, the nameless restlessness on the laurel tree suddenly stopped!

And as the agitation stopped, Zhang Asi's face standing under the laurel tree suddenly became serious.

His eyes stared at the huge laurel tree motionlessly, as if he was facing a great enemy, and after looking at it for a while, he said to Hui Aiai behind him, "The sugar god is here!"

Zhang Asi's words seemed to be useful as some kind of order, and the moment his words landed, the eggs wrapped in red paper and honey placed by Zhang Asi suddenly made a movement like a chicken breaking its shell!

Closely followed by ...... The sugar god has appeared!

The eggs wrapped in red paper were quickly pecked from the inside by some sharp mouth.

Immediately after, a strange animal burst out of the eggshells, but the things that came out of the eggshells did not look like chickens, but something that looked a little like a mouse.

If you look at it in detail, it is the size of a man's palm, and it is black from top to bottom, but it has a good coat color, and it has the head and body of a mouse, but it does not have the tail of a mouse.

And the most peculiar thing about this creature is its tail, because the tail of this thing does not seem to be a physical thing, but a ...... A long, long cigarette!

Although the distance is very far, Li Chuanshui, who is hiding in the dark, can see very clearly, the tail of the thing is composed of a dreamlike smoke, and with each step, a very long trail will be dragged out, similar to the smoke produced when incense is applied, and the color of the smoke trail changes over time, sometimes turning yellow, sometimes turning white......

When these rats or sugar gods came out of the eggs, they were in the circle that Zhang Ah Si drew with the osmanthus cake on the ground, and they seemed to be blind to all the movements and characters standing outside the osmanthus cake.

There were probably seven or eight of the sugar gods summoned by Ah Si, and at first they were still very careful, stretching out their heads one by one, poking their heads out, smelling the smell up and down, left and right, and the two small black eyes the size of mung beans were also constantly spinning, as if they were ready to open the knife at any time.

But later, Li Chuanshui found that those sugar gods were not so careful, they didn't seem to feel any danger, so they scurried around one by one, and they also exchanged their heads and ears, making a "squeak, squeak" sound, and they seemed to be very happy.

After the sugar god scurried around the world on the ground for a while, he finally became interested in the osmanthus cake that Ah Si threw on the ground.

Then, the little beasts stretched out their long tongues one by one, savoring and licking the ground ground osmanthus cake, although they had the faces of rats, they were also slightly smiling and intoxicated.

The spirit of the sugar god, as Xiao Jiu'er said, is really a very inferior and greedy creature, and it seems to have serious myopia.

Just as they were feasting on the osmanthus cake on the ground, Zhang Asi, who had slightly white sideburns, was actually standing three or four meters away from them and watching.

But even so, people ate it correctly, and soon ate the osmanthus cake in that place.

Seeing the osmanthus cake on the ground disappear without a trace, those rat-like sugar gods have become a little lost and depressed, they are still staring, stretching out their noses, and constantly wandering around on the ground, looking unfinished, looking hungry and thirsty, and unconsciously walked out of the shade and shelter of the laurel tree.

At this time, a sugar god who acted relatively quickly found the glass bottle located next to Zhang Asi.

The sugar god stared at the glass bottle for a few moments, and seemed to have finally discovered the mystery inside, and then he couldn't wait to twist his fat body, and turned to shout at his lost companions.

"Woo, woo, quack!"

The sound of the sugar god's shouting is more like a mouse, but the rhythm and frequency are different, and that rhythm is more like a language with a specific meaning than the random shouting of the mouse, accompanied by the special frequency of laughter and non-laughter, conveying a certain extreme happy mood.

And under the shout of the sugar god who found food again, all the sugar gods with black skin, fat flesh and thick smoke tails quickly crowded over, hugging outside the glass bottle the size of a soda bottle one by one, following the taste, looking hungrily into the mouth of the bottle.

Although this weak spirit called the sugar god is extremely fond of sweets, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the quail egg-sized bottle mouth is too small to get into it at all, even if the seven or eight sugar gods are crowded in the mouth of the bottle, stretching out their claws, scratching, scratching and licking, but it does not work at all.

In the end, the tiny brutes in the bottle of sweet osmanthus cake tasted straight to the end, scratching their ears and cheeks one by one, making people laugh when they watched, and the development of things seemed to have reached the point where there was no solution at all.

But looking at this stalemate scene, Li Chuanshui knew that this was the last step to catch the sugar god.