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The two got on Meng Xiaochuan's Audi A6, and Meng Xiaochuan hurried back to his wife's WeChat at the red light.

"No," Wang Mingyu sat in the co-pilot: "I thought Brother Meng, you are a person who doesn't believe in these things, and you can let me go and see it." ”

"Hahaha, just call me Xiaochuan," Meng Xiaochuan saw that the red light was over, and hurriedly put down his mobile phone and started the car: "I don't know why, you made me think of Wang Ming's kid, and your name is only one word missing, which is also a coincidence." ”

"Oh, what's wrong with Wang Ming?"

"First of all, when I first met this kid, he also called me like 'Brother Meng', and of course he called me Xiaochuan later. And then the second point.,This kid also belongs to the type of self-cooked.,I've only known him for the third day... He asked me how fragrant my mother's bento was and asked to go to my house for dinner in the evening. ”

"Hahaha..."Wang Mingyu smiled meaningfully - but sadness arose in his heart, Meng Xiaochuan talked about these past events in a vivid voice, if he still remembers, what a precious meeting it was. Now, however, he can only listen to his story as a spectator.

"My wife's grandmother," Meng Xiaochuan looked at Wang Mingyu in the passenger seat: "I've met him a few times, he is a very stubborn person, and his vitality is also very tenacious." Five years ago, he sneaked out of the door and said that he wanted to find her master, but the good guy fell from the head of the stairs to the end of the stairs, and his lumbar spine and legs were broken, and the person was paralyzed. "Paralysed people are not honest, although they need to be served for eating, drinking, and Lazar, but they can still move their hands, and when they are in a bad mood, who goes to pinch whom, once she grabbed a fruit knife and said that she wanted to stab someone. ”

"Wow..."Wang Mingyu opened his mouth wide in surprise: "What a sharp old lady." ”

"Yes..."Meng Xiaochuan didn't know whether to shake his head or nod at this time: "From the northeast, it is said that she killed devils during the anti-Japanese war, so I personally respect her." "But today's incident is inevitably a little too ridiculous, what does it mean that people who are obviously paralyzed on the bed are singing and dancing inexplicably?"

"It's here..." Meng Xiaochuan's car stopped in front of a villa, and Wang Mingyu vaguely heard the sound of the grandmother singing loudly as soon as he got out of the car.

"Oh my God..."Meng Xiaochuan looked up at a window on the second floor of the villa with a curtain closed: "I'm really singing, only please come up with me to see what the situation is." ”

"Husband!" Meng Xiaochuan's wife immediately ran out - the petite lady could feel the huge energy from her voice: "You're finally here!"

"I brought a helper," Meng Xiaochuan pulled Wang Mingyu and walked up: "This is Wang Mingyu, this is my wife Ning Xuejiao." ”

"Ah, isn't Mingming already dead..."Ning Xuejiao looked at Wang Mingyu as if she hadn't come back to her senses: "What's this?"

"This is not Wang Ming..."Meng Xiaochuan walked towards home with his wife in his arms: "The name is Wang Mingyu, Wang Ming's friend, it is said that he also has spells, so he came to help us take a look." ”

"Oh..."Ning Xuejiao looked back from Meng Xiaochuan's arm with all her might: "Please come in, please come in, Mingming's friend is my friend." ”

"Mingming..."Wang Mingyu chewed on this title repeatedly-it seems that he had a really good relationship with Meng Xiaochuan before, and it seems that he is quite familiar with his wife. Wang Mingyu walked into the villa, although the house price is expensive, but the decoration is really not flattering - it is still permeated with the style of the rural nouveau riche in the nineties, and the door is a large screen in the style of Fengxiang Jiutian, and the picture of the eight horses bought at a high price is hung high on the wall.

"This is my aunt's house, and my grandmother lives upstairs. I don't know if I deliberately put aside the relationship with the decoration style in the room, Ning Xuejiao introduced it as soon as she entered the room.

"Xiaochuan, Xiaojiao," a fashionable middle-aged aunt immediately walked over: "Who is this?"

"It's a Taoist priest!"

"I..."Wang Mingyu was speechless and choked - perhaps a Taoist priest could best explain his current profession, but anyway, Ren Chao was more like a Taoist priest.

"Then please this one..."

"Wang Mingyu..."

"Daoist Wang go up and take a look," the aunt looked anxious: "This old man doesn't know why, he could only lie on the bed yesterday, and he had to sprinkle a mouthful of porridge on the ground, and this morning it was time to see it... Hey, Daoist Wang, go and see for yourself. ”

"Damn, my ugly daughter-in-law is going to meet her in-laws--but if it's a monster, it's not a monster."

"The days of the liberated areas... It's a clear day..."

Walking in the stairwell, Wang Mingyu had clearly heard the grandmother's singing - melodious and tactful, but full of energy.

"Or..."Ning Xuejiao's mother grabbed her daughter: "Let Daoist Wang go in and have a look first." ”

"I'll go with you," Meng Xiaochuan pointed to the door: "It's good to have a care." ”

"Open the door. Wang Mingyu lifted his glasses and hung the bronze medal of his rank 8 monster demon rating on the outside of his shirt - but Meng Xiaochuan and the others would not see it.

"My home is in the northeast, on the Songhua River..."

Meng Xiaochuan slowly pushed open the door of the room, and the room was a mess—food was knocked over to the floor, clothes and quilts were thrown everywhere, and an old woman who looked to be at least old was singing and dancing in the middle.

"This..."Wang Mingyu paid attention to his glasses, the upper right corner showed a value of 620-635, and the demon shape analysis chart on the left showed a shape similar to a mongoose. Wang Ming pondered, if there was no big outbreak, this level of monster should be something he could deal with, but in order to pursue safety, he still sent Xue Ling a WeChat message to the current location.

"What are you doing?" Wang Mingyu looked around, looking at the old grandmother who was still singing and dancing regardless of the surroundings.

"Hey, hey, hey..."The old lady suddenly stopped and laughed, and her thin shoulders trembled slightly: "It turned out to be the person above, why are you interested in coming to me?"

"Don't make a fuss, okay?"

Wang Mingyu patted Meng Xiaochuan, who looked confused, on the shoulder, and signaled him not to be afraid: "How about letting me talk to grandma alone?"

"No problem... Master, you also pay attention to safety... It hurts to scratch the old grandmother..."Meng Xiaochuan blinked vigorously, turned around and left the room.

"Tell me what you think..."Wang Mingyu turned to confirm that the door was closed, and looked back at his grandmother, who was squinting and smiling at himself.

"I didn't think much of it..."Grandma crooked her mouth and smiled, "I'm here for an appointment..."

"Why are you pestering this grandma?"

"It's not about her," Grandma pointed to her face, "If it weren't for me, she would have died this morning, and now she is possessed by me," and pointed to the floor, "They can still enjoy the joy of having Grandma here." ”

"What the hell is family fun?" Wang Mingyu sneered: "If they knew that the old man in their family was a... Weasel, right?"

"Yes. ”

"It's a weasel, and I didn't invite a witchmaster to come and kill you. ”

"Hmph," the weasel pouted, "It's a big deal that I can leave now, but grandma is going to die..."

"Wait..."Wang Mingyu waved his hand to stop the weasel spirit in front of him: "Soul possession is a high-level demonic art, you don't seem to be advanced, why can you still use it?"

"Hey, hey..."The weasel spirit sat back on the bed, "It looks like you're a rookie..."

"You don't care!"

"A lot of high-level magic can be exploited, and low demon power can also be used, such as soul possession, if you can find a person who is about to die, you don't need high demon power..."

"In other words..."Wang Mingyu looked back at the door anxiously: "Grandma is really leaving?"

"That's right..."The weasel spirit picked up the mirror on the table and looked at his face: "This grandmother is very interesting, she has killed people, and she has also killed monsters with the demon hunter." ”

"This Nima..."Wang Mingyu began to pace anxiously - this is not good news, if the weasel spirit is brought back to the underworld, then Ning Xuejiao's grandmother will die. For ordinary people, the crazy grandmother is at least a living creature, but she killed her grandmother as soon as she came, what is this called.

"How's it going?" the weasel spirit stared at Wang Mingyu with a smile: "Lord Grader?"