82_82884 Suddenly he noticed that there seemed to be a man standing in front of the crooked old mother under the bridge, the man was hunched over his waist, walking around the old tree with a cane, his steps were very rhythmic, he would stop every time he walked, and then something seemed to be planted in the dirt under his feet.

"You wait here for me. Wushuang commanded. He went down alone.

When he was fifty meters away from the rickety old man, the man stopped, stood still, put his back on his back, and turned his back to him. It was the same scene as the boy I saw yesterday. Wushuang was afraid, and he didn't dare to move forward lightly.

"Don't come here to be harmed?" Who knows, the man actually took the initiative to speak, it was a middle-aged woman's voice, the voice was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

"You ......"

"I haven't seen the boss for a few months, and my memory is getting worse and worse, Shuangyang, do you remember? ”

Is it the old woman? Why is she here? Is she deliberately waiting for herself? Now Wushuang only has a few thugs and Liu Mazi with him, and they are probably not the opponents of this demon woman together.

"Huh...... Gao Cuihua?Is it you?What do you want?" Wushuang took a few steps back and pulled out his dagger.

"Don't panic, the old woman should have asked you? What do you want? This old locust tree has been growing for more than a hundred years, could it be that the lord wants to get rid of it?" Gao Cuihua said with a word.

"So what?"

"With all due respect, this old Huai Kui Lord can't touch it, the old woman is here for it this time, listen to me, stay away from it!" Gao Cuihua seems to have completely changed her personality, and she doesn't know if she was rescued by that master, why did she even sublimate her thoughts?

But Wushuang still remembers that time he ordered Lan Caidie and Ma Fuxiang to chase him, and killed Cheng Cheng to bite the gold halfway, the master was not ordinary, and he just threw away his armor and even Ma Fuxiang had to admit it.

"No one could touch it before, but now it can't, it's going to wake up, once it wakes up, let alone Changchun, even the entire Northeast will be shocked! The red-clothed long-haired man, the devil is also! The devil can't be punished, we can only find a way to delay its awakening, I hope that there will be a master who can match it in the future, and that's all we can do." ”

"Why should I believe you?"

"Why? There is no why, just because we are both the root of the thief, the young master does not have to worry about what happened last time, the old woman will never dare to betray your husband's oath on Changsheng Mountain with you as an enemy. Believe me, don't believe me, old woman, I am just under the guidance of the master to assist you, the seed of pure yang has been planted, if it is not an accident, the seed will sprout tomorrow morning, this little grass will temporarily suppress the crooked neck of the old mother's yin qi to prevent it from growing. By the way, this red-clothed god cult is very involved, it's okay for Lisha to be buried here on weekdays, once he wants to wake up, there will definitely be villains on the rivers and lakes to make up his mind, it's best for the master to send someone to watch it, the energy contained in this place can subvert the heavens and the earth, remember!" Gao Cuihua staggered and walked on crutches, and left without looking back after saying these words, without even showing Wushuang a straight face.

"Old thing, do you dare to threaten my master?" Liu Mazi rushed up and shouted.

Wushuang waved his hand and motioned for him not to say more.

"Let her go, we are not her opponents, if she has malicious intentions, I'm afraid we won't survive. ”

"Master, are we still burning?" asked Liu Mazi.

Wushuang took off his sunglasses and lit a cigarette and said: "I don't know if her words are worth believing, forget it, wait and see, I also want to confirm whether new grass sprouts will grow around this crooked neck old mother after sunrise tomorrow." ”

Early the next morning, Wushuang woke up before dawn, ate pancakes and fruits in the alley early, drank a bowl of soy milk, and came running. Standing on the bridge, just after six o'clock in the morning, the crooked neck of the old mother knelt down and begged for medicine, but everyone muttered in their mouths, and it was not very good to look at the love. Wushuang asked carefully to know that the crooked neck old mother didn't appreciate the elixir today, no matter how long they knelt, there were no more soil particles on the surface of the liquor in the bowl. For the people, I am afraid that they will have to go to the hospital to spend money for treatment in the future, but for Wushuang, this is a good thing, it seems that the old lady did not lie to him.

A luxury car drove over and stopped beside Wushuang, and an old man quietly walked down.

"Is it over?" he asked.

"I don't know, I hope this is the end. ”

"Huh...... I'm afraid it's not as simple as the master thinks, right? Let's go, let's go down and have a look. Tong Sixi kindly took the initiative to hand a Brazilian cigar to Wushuang, and his attitude was very respectful.

In people's eyes, they always look at interests, and on weekdays, this crooked-necked old mother is called a sacred tree, but once the elixir is gone, people begin to curse in foul language, and some people spit on the old tree.

Wushuang and Tong Sixi approached the crooked neck of the old mother and took a look, there were many dark purple grasses growing around the old locust tree, the grass was very tender, and if you smelled it, you could smell a faint fishy smell.

"Is it pure yang grass, has Cui'er been here?" Tong Sixi was very excited, his body trembled, he ignored the pain of his stump leg, limped and hurried up, but after looking at it for a long time, he didn't see Gao Cuihua's figure.

"Don't look for it, she came last night and is gone. How do you recognize this grass?" Wushuang hurriedly rushed over and grabbed him.

Tong Sixi said that this pure yang grass is one of the evil spirits of the Shen Tune Gate, and the shamans of the Shen Tune Gate pay attention to using the power of nature to pass the ghosts and gods, and the grass species of the pure Yang Grass are taken from the edge of the Tianchi of Changbai Mountain, which is the real essence of nature.

"Do you think these are useful?" Wushuang asked him.

"For the time being, it can suppress the time of the resurrection of the crooked-necked old mother, but ...... It's hard to say! Last night, the old man watched the sky at night, Pluto in the sky suddenly brightened, and there will be demons in the northeast, I hope it doesn't come back!"

"Do you know Sha Wentian too?"

"Don't ask about this, master. Oh yes, I want to buy this piece of land these days, build a temple, and see if I can suppress its yin qi, what do you have to build?"

"I don't dare to build anything in front of you, your golden point technique is a unique branch in feng shui, well, I won't give you money. ”

"Huh...... The master is really good at laughing, and I am happy to have this money. Besides, there are still many opportunities for us to cooperate in the future, and we will earn money together. ”

"Hey, don't get involved with me, I'll tell you Tong Sixi, we're not the same kind of person at all! You take your Yangguan Road, and I'll cross my single-plank bridge." Although the relationship between the two sides has improved, but the path to be taken is always different, Wushuang is a person who sees money, but he also has his own bottom line, and he does not agree with many of Tong Sixi's practices