Turning out of the wellhead, I don't know if I was caught by Song Yan, will I be shot?

So he quickly hid in the bushes next to him and observed the surrounding situation.

It was dark, and there was not a single star in the sky.

The Chen ancestral hall, the size of a public toilet, hides gloomily in the grass.

Occasionally, a few crows are nearby, quietly, and there are no people around.

I resisted the urge to kill Song Yan, and crawled through the jungle like a dog, heading around the foot of the mountain.

"Uncle is a dragon, he can bend and stretch, and if he can't bear it, he will make a big plan......"

I tried to comfort myself over and over again, but I couldn't swallow this breath when I passed near the village!

Such a suffocation method, I was not killed by that little girl, I was suffocated to death by this breath first.

No matter what, if you want to die in the sky, you won't die for thousands of years.

it!

Turning around and feeling into the village, hiding in the bushes, most of the houses in the village were lit up, but few people were walking outside.

After observing for a while, I cautiously touched the back door of the house that was specially used for cooking.

Hiding in the fence and listening to the movement in the house for a while, there was no one.

Pry open the back door, find a few dry rags, pour oil, and get a lighter.

Unplugged the gas pipes, opened the valves of the four gas canisters, then slipped out the back door, lit a rag, and threw it at the flammable material.

The burning rag was thrown out, and I spread my feet and ran away.

I ran more than ten meters away, but I didn't hear the legendary explosion.

"Why don't you blow it up? Isn't it lit? ”

I wanted to go back and see, but I was afraid to run to the back door and the gas tank suddenly exploded.

This is not a firecracker, it should be in pain if it is blown up by a gas canister?

I hadn't been blown up, and I didn't know how much it hurt, so I didn't dare to try it anyway, so I felt the side of the upwind house again.

Climb up the wall, uncover a tile, light a few oiled rags in your hand, and throw them all in.

The villages are all nearly 100-year-old houses, and under the tiles, there is a layer of rain-proof linen.

The rag with the fire was thrown up, and the linen cloth was set on fire.

"Who?"

I was a little nervous because of my lack of heart, and when I jumped off the wall, I made a noise.

Hearing the shouts coming from the house, I rushed into the nearby woods as fast as I could, found my way, and felt to the bottom of the mountain.

"It's on fire, put out the fire!"

"Oh no, come on, put out the fire......"

"Which son of a son of a son set the fire? If there is a kind of arson to my ancestral house, don't hide, there is a kind of toughness, see if the old lady doesn't kill you? ”

Song Xiaoying's angry scolding was the loudest in the firefighting.

I don't know if this is considered a mistakenly wounded friendly army, anyway, if it wasn't for the Song family's ancestral house, I wouldn't be too lazy to burn it!

This is Song Yan's house, the Song family has maintained and repaired the old house for thirty or forty years, and when she was in charge, a fire broke out, which was enough for this stinky woman to drink a pot.

Wasn't she worried about spreading scandals, being beaten into the cold palace, and sitting on a cold bench before killing Lao Tzu?

If something so big happens, let's go sit on the tiger chair!

Rumble! Rumble!

The flames were blazing behind him, and suddenly several belated explosions rang out.

I glanced back and slipped to the bottom of the mountain in a good mood.

"Little ancestor, just take a bite, Song Yan really can't kill that woman, at least she can't let her die in the country, otherwise it will be a big trouble."

"Even if I let you go and let you open the altar, I won't be able to kill her for a while."

"Even if she is tricked, there are so many masters around her, and she will be able to crack it soon."

"Besides, that kid is dead, even if he kills Song Yan, he won't survive. Didn't grandpa help him and Song Yan get married to kill his resentment? When the resentment is gone, he can also be reincarnated, better than killing Song Yan and letting him be a ghost, right? ”

Back in the courtyard of the Tang family, Tang Baobao was wearing a Taoist robe, tied to a wooden pillar for drying clothes, Tang Laotou had a panda eye on his head, holding a bowl of porridge, crying grandpa told grandma to beg Tang Baobao to eat a bite.

Tang Baobao just sat on the ground, with his head down, and he didn't react at all.

"Old man Tang, did Lao Tzu dig up your ancestral grave or what? It's a secret marriage, it's a match for your size! ”

I looked at the crack in the door for a while, and when I heard the stubble of the underworld marriage, I rushed over angrily and kicked at Old Man Tang.

"You...... You ......"

The old man, who is usually a thief, looked at me standing still in fright, and took a kick.

The man fell to the ground, staring at him in horror, and his legs kicked and did not move.

"Old man...... Geezer...... Don't play dead, old man! ”

I kicked him lightly in the uncertainties, but I didn't react at all, and my face stiffened for a moment, and I was so frightened that my hands and feet trembled and I sniffed and pulsed.

Out of gas, dead.

"Dead old man, stop pretending, get up."

Tang Baobao was hungry and confused, raised his head weakly, and scolded anxiously.

Suddenly, there was a foul smell from under the old man, which was a reaction to the failure of the body and incontinence after the death of a person, so anxious that Tang Baobao shouted: "Grandpa, grandpa......"

He's dead? Really dead?

I kicked Sister Bao'er and her grandfather to death?

Listening to Sister Bao'er's anxious shout, my mind was blank and stunned.

"Bao'er is really filial, and filial piety touches the sky. Grandpa just arrived at the gate of the Hades Palace, and the Hades saw that my family Bao'er was so well-behaved, and gave my grandfather a few years of longevity, and put my grandfather back. ”

Tang Baobao was about to cry in a hurry, Old Man Tang suddenly coughed twice, jumped up from the ground, lifted his pants, and rushed to the bathroom like the wind.

"I'll go, it's too dedicated to pretending to be dead, right? Even the and urine are squeezed out? ”

Seeing Old Man Donald come back from the dead, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Roll the calf, one day in the sun, one year in the underworld, who has the leisure time to joke with you here? Your grandfather dragged me to bring you something, and you took a shovel to dig it three steps away from the back door. ”

"Ugh!"

Looking at the back of Old Man Donald rushing into the bathroom, I was stunned again when I heard his words.

Is he really dead? Just like that, I really walked around the bottom and came back?

"Qingyunnu."

Tang Baobao scolded angrily, so startled that I hurriedly squatted behind the pillar and helped her untie the rope. "Here, Sister Bao'er, I have caused you to suffer, and I feel sorry for me."

"Who is your sister Bao'er? Don't shout so affectionately, let's say, why did Song Yan's girl kill you? ”

"Sister Bao'er, master, I was wrong."

Untying the rope, I hurriedly threw myself on the ground and turned on the confession mode.

"What's wrong?"

"My ancestors have been wrong for eighteen generations, and there should be no me in the world, and I am a mistake myself."

", this trick doesn't work."

"I really knew it was wrong."

I got up with my head and walked pathetically towards the gate.

She staggered and kicked me in the ass and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

I staggered a few steps, pointed to the shovel by the door, and said, "Take the shovel, go dig a hole in the backyard, and bury yourself to prove that I really know that I was wrong." ”

"you."

She didn't bother to talk to me and went to the kitchen to get food.

I came to the back door with a shovel and measured three steps as the old man said.

The ground is level, and there are no signs of passing.

Is there really something underground?

I wasn't sure that I dug a few shovels before I got a hard object.

Carefully peeling away the mud, it was a turquoise cylindrical cloth bag.

The bag is delicate and dry, and it looks like it has just been buried in the ground.

Could it really be that Old Man Tang just brought it up from below?

I quickly picked up the bag and untied the top straps, which contained a green jade scroll.

Don't look at the size of the scroll, it looks quite delicate, but the weight is quite sufficient.

It is estimated that there are more than ten catties in the hand, and it fits quite well in the hand.

Unfolding the scroll, there are a total of eighteen jade sticks, worn with gold thread, side by side, about thirty or forty centimeters.

Only the first jade slip read: Yin Wedding Roll three words, and all other places are blank.

Although the jade skewer is as thin as a coin, it is very strong.

I tried to break it, but I was afraid that it would break, so I didn't use much strength at first, and then I even used the strength to breastfeed, and I didn't even break a jade stick.

After testing the hardness of the jade stick, I pulled the scroll again and pulled up the gold thread.

It's almost the same as a jade stick, just as tough.

"Boy, what are you smirking about?"

"It's very easy to hold, the weight is okay, I'll test the hardness to see if I can use it as a brick?"

"When the bricks are made? Do you know what this is? This is a yin wedding scroll, similar to the treasure of the book of life and death. The marriage of all the underworld is recorded on it, you have a bag in your brain, and you actually want to use it as a brick and brick? ”

Old Donald came to the back door, saw me squatting on the ground and carrying the scroll, and learned my thoughts, and came and kicked me to the ground.

"There's no word on it, how do you use it?"

"I don't know, I'm just a person with things, how can I use you to figure it out slowly."

"That's not it."

I got up and rolled up the jade scroll, held it in my hand, and posed a few coquettish poses, instantly feeling full of fairy spirit.

Ask the old man if he is handsome? Like a pretty scholar who is not like Yushu Linfeng and full of economy?

"Dirty, smelly, like a poor nerd who is so downtrodden that he asks for food, and a pretty scholar? It's free! ”

"Hey, isn't it like washing it clean? Who thinks that a pretty scholar would beat someone? Who would have thought that a pretty scholar would smash people with a book like a literary play? ”

I slapped the book on the old man's shoulder, spread my feet and ran.

The old guy rubbed his shoulders, gasped, and chased after him and shouted: "Boy, stop for Lao Tzu, don't run." ”

"If you don't chase, I won't run."

"If you don't run, I won't chase."

"Okay, have you two quarreled enough, and you still don't let people eat properly?"

Tang Baobao yelled in the kitchen, the old man and I were instigated, and squeezed each other a few words, Old Man Tang said curiously: "Boy, with my understanding of Song Yan, she said that if you die, you must be dead, how did you come back to life this time?" ”

"She threw Lao Tzu into the snake's nest, Lao Tzu is invincible, and this time he didn't die at all."

"Not dead? Then she came over with your hair and asked me to marry her husband, if you don't die, the spell shouldn't be successful! ”

"Secret."

It's not that I don't believe in Old Man Tang, but the underworld, it doesn't sound like what people should have, and it's better to keep it secret.

I writhed at him and twisted my waist from side to side, and the old man was about to go crazy when his phone rang.

After he picked up the phone and listened, his face instantly became blacker than black charcoal and asked, "You burned down the ancestral house of the Song family?" ”

"What? What do you say? ”

"You said that the ancestral house of the Song family was burned? I'm cowardly, don't scare me, my cheap old man has mines all over the world, and there are many medical research institutes, pulling out a leg hair can kill people, who has the courage to burn his ancestral home? ”

"The call was from Song Yan, and the surveillance in the village filmed you climbing the wall, lifting tiles, lighting a fire and throwing rags."