In an instant, the wind and clouds changed suddenly, and the illusory and illusory circular steps returned to reality.

Bao Yuan was a little crying and laughing.

I saw a basin-sized mountain turtle lying at his feet, motionless, his head, feet, and tail all retracted into the shell, only showing a round and bulging turtle shell, and the back was full of yellow and black textures, twisting and turning, interlocking, Wei Fan was angry and anxious when he saw it, damn, this is not what heptanic steps he walked on, let alone on the soul ladder, this endless step road turned out to be a mountain turtle.

Nima, feelings have been running on the back of the turtle king bastard for so long.

The skinless ghosts are gone.

Wei Fan was tired like a third grandson, sat on the ground, and said angrily: "Master Huang, why did you come, you are tired to death...... Huang Ye, Lao Tzu is going to slaughter this mountain turtle and stew meat and drink soup, if you don't use it to make up for Lao Tzu's body, this marathon is fucking ......"

"Okay, slaughter and stew!"

Bao Yuan immediately spoke out in support of this good idea, he has never drunk Wang Ba soup when he is so big, let alone such a big one, this thing doesn't need to know the big supplement without thinking, it is a hundred times stronger than the thousand-year-old ginseng, the important thing is that this mountain turtle has Taoism, and whether he can also have Taoism after eating his stomach.

The yellow blind man snorted coldly, and said in a strange manner: "Eat, eat, eat, you know, eat, eat...... This mountain turtle grew up eating dead human flesh here, and it has been sucking negative for a long time, this kind of bastard can't be stewed, bitten and broken, even if you kill it, you can't choke to death......"

"Damn, isn't that Lao Tzu a big loss, no, can't it be so cheap for nothing......" Wei Fan stepped on the back of the old mountain turtle and said: "Turtle bastard, you let Lao Tzu run endlessly, let these ghosts chase Lao Tzu, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kick you to death......"

"Huang Ye, fortunately you showed up in time, otherwise Wei Fan would have been torn and eaten by ghosts......" Zhang Chenghe said politely, he threw himself to the ground for the five bodies that Huang Blind had admired for a long time. The yellow blind man obviously has no eyeballs, but he is discerning, and when it comes to it, the yellow blind man is a strange person in the world.

"Hmph...... It's dawn. Huang Mou heard that there were three people missing, I thought: It must be Xiao Fan who entered the Divine Tomb with a small bag, but I don't understand how the other person left, it's good that they are all here, are you all right? The yellow blind man hummed freely in the distance.

"Damn. Master Huang, how did you find us? "Bao Yuanda is curious, the yellow blind man has no eyeballs, how did he do it along the way, could it be that this is the legendary kung fu of listening to the wind and distinguishing sounds, no, no, why do you want to bring others with such a big skill, can you do it yourself, what do you do. Whether it is to show off in front of others seems illogical.

"Hmph...... What's hard to find, the three of you are at the ends of the earth, and Huang's nose can smell it. The yellow blind man didn't feel proud enough when he spoke, so he took out round sunglasses from his pocket and hung them on his nose again.

"Wei Fan, have you put away the golden scales?" Bao Yuan suddenly remembered that Wei Fan was chased by those ghosts who had no skin just now, and he proposed that Wei Fan throw the gold scales down, Bao Yuanxin guessed that those ghosts must not have taken it, if he didn't remind him. When the time comes, Wei Fan will lose the golden scales, and he can't blame himself.

"Accepted."

"Wei Fan, you don't fucking wear sunglasses anymore, when you were at school. You can't do anything without sunglasses, last time you ...... "Bao Yuan wanted to say that he was still wearing sunglasses when he bumped into you on the train last time, why haven't I seen you wearing them these days, did you give up this hobby, and swallowed back the second half of the sentence, Wei Fan didn't know how to admit that he had bumped into himself on the train last time. Can you admit it later?

"Mr. Zhang, are you hurt?" Aoki asked Zhang Chenghe with a concerned face.

"It's fine."

Zhang Chenghe responded politely, and he felt so embarrassed when he landed, and this old face began to be faintly hot. Wei Baoyuan and Zhuan Fan got along privately for nearly a day, and reluctantly talked about common tribulations, and the two of them always persuaded themselves not to be traitors, and Zhang Chenghe asked in his heart, did he really become a traitor, as if it was true, he did lead foreigners to point guns at Chinese, but he did not dare to offend those who could make him soar.

"Damn, you're a turtle bastard!"

Wei Fan trampled on this mountain turtle with one mind, and was very helpless, this mountain turtle is really like what the yellow blind man said, he grew up eating dead human flesh, its shell is as hard as iron, and there is no reaction at all when he steps on it for seventy or eighty years, Wei Fan had to give up, asked Bao Yuan for a cigarette, took a few puffs comfortably, and only regained his spirit after swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog.

Bao Yuan took advantage of Wei Fan's opportunity to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog, secretly rummaged through Wei Fan's gift bag, thinking about finding the five ID cards, and desperately wanted to know if the ghost who was comparing and talking to himself just now was Zhang Xiaotian, if it was Zhang Xiaotian, then he must have been killed by Wei Fan.

"Lao Bao, what are you doing? I don't have anything for you in my bag. Wei Fan snorted lazily.

"Damn, Wei Fan, Wei Fan, your grandson is really fucking evil, what about the ID card you snatched just now, why can't you find it all of a sudden, it's weird, it's weird, Wei Fan, when the skinless ghost chased you just now, one of the ghosts stopped Lao Tzu and said that he was Zhang Xiaotian......"

"Who is Zhang Xiaotian?" The yellow blind man asked coldly.

"Ah~"

As soon as Bao Yuan's words came out, he immediately regretted it, Wei Fan once told himself not to face Zhang Xiaotian in front of the blind man, but he didn't expect that he said that he had fallen suddenly. However, Huang Blind's rhetorical question stunned Bao Yuan's question, Bao Yuan deliberately said that one of the ghosts was Zhang Xiaotian, in order to trick Wei Fan into handing over the hidden ID card, and indeed forgot that Wei Fan had told him not to mention Zhang Xiao in front of Huang Blind before.

Bao Yuan inadvertently said the name Zhang Xiaotian.

However, Wei Fan did not change his face, let alone stop it, the yellow blind man seemed to have fallen into the clouds, and asked himself who Zhang Xiaotian was? Bao Yuanxin said, "...... I'm going to go, isn't Zhang Xiaotian your grandson? Yellow blind man, why don't you even recognize your own grandson? ”

"Lao Bao, what nonsense are you talking about, there is no Zhang Xiaotian in that ghost at all, what are your nerves?" Wei Fan snorted at Bao Yuan with a flick of his cigarette butt, and said to Huang Blind: "Huang Ye, don't listen to his ghost screaming, Zhang Xiaotian is our classmate, it is estimated that Lao Bao is dreaming......"

"It's easy to lose your mind in the tomb of Liupan Mountain, everyone should be clear and clear, don't be lost in illusions, be clear about what you're doing, don't lose your gods, lose your gods, your little life will be lost......" The yellow blind man only didn't mention Zhang Xiaotian, as if he didn't know him at all, and he hadn't heard anything about Zhang Xiaotian, these words were very calm, like a tutor in class.

Bao Yuanleng.

Bao Yuan was stunned for a long time, and couldn't get back to his senses, and said in his heart: "Nima, Wei Fan, Lao Tzu knows, your grandson has been in Meng Laozi from the beginning, what the hell Zhang Xiaotian is the grandson of the yellow blind man, what kind of chance encounter in the Republic of China, it's all fucking bullshit......" For a while, the mood was extremely complicated, indeed, whether the yellow blind man was Zhang Liutong or not at the moment, Bao Yuan began to be unable to distinguish.

However, Bao Yuan is sure that Zhang Xiaotian is not the grandson of the blind man.

Bao Yuan couldn't tell which things Wei Fan said were true.

Bao Yuan even wondered if the Wei Fan in front of him was the Wei Fan of the Xi'an Academy of Fine Arts, and why his words didn't match each other. First of all, Wei Fan of Xi'an Academy of Fine Arts, it is difficult to change the habit of wearing sunglasses from morning to night all day long.

Bao Yuan felt isolated and helpless for a moment.

This time, it was indeed too reckless to come to Liupan Mountain, although the three buddies of Fat Mao, Ping Sigui, and Song Peng love to fight lawsuits, the three of them have no bad intentions after all. However, if Bao Yuan knew that when he was in distress at the Ghost Gate, Fatty Mao, Song Peng, and Ping Sigui stared at Du Muqing, and wanted to take a look before he died, hehe, Bao Yuan is estimated to be half angry, is there any credible person in this world?

Bao Yuan suddenly felt that he had to be careful.

Wei Fan and the Yellow Blind Man are in the gang.

Zhang Chenghe and Japanese translators and mercenaries.

Bao Yuanxin really couldn't find who he was with, and his heart was suddenly cold.

When Bao Yuan was in a daze, Wei Fan came over and whispered: "Old Bao, don't show Zhang Xiaotian in front of Huang Ye, if you evoke Huang Ye's sad memory, maybe something will happen...... After Zhang Xiaotian died here, Huang Ye was sad for a long time, sometimes mentioning Zhang Xiaotian seemed to be nervous, and sometimes he didn't even know who Zhang Xiaotian was. Huang Ye doesn't know who Zhang Xiaotian is, that's the best, Lao Bao, don't mention Zhang Xiaotian again, in case Huang Ye remembers, we will be unlucky in Liupan Mountain......"

"Oh, got it!" Bao Yuan replied lightly, Wei Fan's words would never be believed. (To be continued.) )