Before Yang Yi finished speaking, he saw a figure gradually standing out on the black wall on the side of the thatched house, and when he looked closely, an old man in a gray and blue single robe, with a strange appearance, appeared from the wall, wearing a bamboo hat exactly like the scarecrow, and was looking at Yang Yi with a pair of eagle eyes with a pair of pupils forming a line and red eyes.

In a moment, the old man took out a cigarette pouch with a silver chisel and silver head tail bird wood carved pole from the back of his waist, with a silver chisel lotus leaf clip silver nose silver purse rope, a five-color satin multicolored plate gold smoke purse, and four colorful tassels swaying with the old man's mouth smoking, as if it was a spirit-summoning spirit flag dancing in the wind.

After the old man took a few puffs of cigarettes, he looked at Yang Yi with a guarded face and slowly spoke: "These gadgets are just a little trick to watch the house, of course they can't enter the eyes of the little Taoist, but the temper of the little Taoist friend is also a little impatient, I really shouldn't burn these scarecrows of mine as soon as I make a move, and the night is long in vain, fortunately, they accompany me to pass this idle time, and it is really heart-wrenching to watch them be destroyed." ”

The old man picked up a human head on the ground with his hand, as if looking at a delicate handicraft, and there was a glint in his eyes.

"This old man, I'm sorry, I was also nervous just now, so I took the liberty to burn these scarecrows, please forgive me." As soon as this old man appeared, Yang Yi smelled a slight fishy smell, and immediately understood that this old man must be similar to the way from which the old man and the others came, and he had already begun to be vigilant in his heart, but he still maintained a modest smile on his face and said.

"Giggles," the old man casually threw away the head, and in an instant, the head turned into a ball made of thatch, and immediately let out a shriveled and shrill laugh, "Little Daoyou don't have to be like this, these things are just playthings, not worth a damn, by the way, Xiaodaoyou has been here all night, I don't know what to do?" ”

"I'm looking for someone," Yang Yi glanced at the grass ball that had been turned into a head, knowing that this old man was quietly testing his own psychological pressure, and he didn't break it, and continued to say as usual: "A friend who is very close to me." ”

"I haven't seen anyone in this world for a long time, I don't know who your friend's name is and when he came here?" The old man picked up the cigarette pouch again, squinted his eyes and asked.

"His name is Wei Ergou, and he is a fat man who can't eat enough or do anything, I don't know if my husband has ever seen this person." Yang Yi smiled slightly and replied.

"Oh, let the old man think about it, oh, it's really unforgiving, this man is old, his brain is like a crow, and he can't remember a lot of things, let me think about it...... By the way, the little Taoist friend is a rare guest, how can you be lazy, and please move in, and wait for the old man to cook fragrant tea to fulfill the friendship of the landlord. ”

Yang Yi sneered in his heart, and said in his heart Don't talk about calves, if I really drink your tea, I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up in this life. Still, he nodded with a smile, and walked to a place two steps away from the old man and stopped, looking at the old man's deep eyes.

The old man's hand flicked, and a scarecrow seemed to come to life, and out of nowhere he brought out a set of pottery tea with a simple shape, placed it on the table, and then stood aside, becoming a motionless and veritable scarecrow.

The old man picked up the clay pot, poured a stream of tea like blood into the cup and handed it to Yang Yi: "Little Taoist friend, please." ”

Yang Yi took the teacup, obviously looking at the tea in the cup with a trace of mist, but the cup was cold, and he could see the preciousness and extraordinaryness of this tea set.

"This tea is ......" Yang Yi looked at the suspicious tea in the cup and asked curiously.

"This is called dust tea," the old man poured himself a cup, and after taking a sip, he smiled slowly: "Presumably the little Taoist friend also knows the most famous Meng Po soup in the underworld, right?" As long as you drink the dust tea, you will forget the three thousand troubles and all kinds of sorrows in the world, and become an extraordinary person who sees through greed, hatred, stupidity, slowness, and doubt, and you can enjoy bliss forever. ”

Looking at the old man's weird smile, Yang Yi indifferently put the tea on the table and said, "In this way, the souls imprisoned in those lanterns on this bridge will only recruit you after drinking this dust tea, right?" Does it include the fat man named Wei Ergou? ”

The old man's facial expression was still calm and asked: "Little Daoist friend has wrongfully killed the old man, those souls are just after drinking the dust tea, seeing through the sorrow of the red dust, and voluntarily staying here as a soul-attracting lamp for other lost ghosts, just to prevent others from going astray again." ”

Although the old man's words were mysterious and mysterious, he undoubtedly admitted that the lanterns hanging on both sides of the trestle did imprison the soul.

"Old-fashioned criminal, still fucking playing with me, grass!" Yang Yi scolded secretly in his heart, but he still had a smile on his face: "My husband is kind-hearted, but what about it, do you have to ask for the opinions of the parties involved in this good deed, you can use this dust tea to make a human skin lantern and hang it, is it appropriate to do this?" ”

"There are so many relatives in the world, if they don't give them a slap in the face, how can they let them know their way back, cry and turn back?" The old man's eyes suddenly became like a lightning bolt suddenly appearing in the night sky, stabbing Yang Yi to stand up subconsciously.

"Isn't it my husband who is going to have a Daigo empowerment in the next place, hehe" Yang Yi asked in a fighting posture of Ding Babu.

"Little Taoist friends have peculiar bones and good looks, how can they be compared to those ordinary people, the old man has not been able to surpass the world for a long time, and he doesn't want to encounter a strange thing like you twice in a row today, which makes the old man's skills itchy and difficult, and he has to make an exception again and again to make a personal shot, it is really the old man who talks about juvenile madness, shame, shame, hehe" The old thing is talking, but there is no ambiguity under his hands, and as soon as he makes a mistake, a cigarette pouch smashes towards Yang Yi's heavenly court.

Yang Yi had already been on guard, and he slid sideways to avoid the cigarette pouch, and at the same time, with a wave of his right hand, the next severed grandson kicked the old man's lower three vital parts.

I didn't want the old man's cigarette bag to hit his head It was a false move, just between Yang Yi's legs, the old man pulled it up on the spot, and with a somersault, he put his head and Yang Yi's head up and down relative to each other.

Yang Yi felt as if a mountain was pressing on his head, and his neck was about to break, but he couldn't break free, so he had to nervously think about how to get out while barely supporting him.

I don't want to be at this moment, those scarecrows all moved, some began to tear Yang Yi's clothes, some took out a wooden basin filled with clear water, and some held a lantern covered with a thin human skin-like thing like a cicada's wings and waited on the side, that feeling was like killing a pig and shedding its hair.