Zhang Wen pushed open the gate of the Yellow Mansion, and as soon as he walked out, he saw Uncle Cui's figure.

In the long and wide open space, Uncle Cui obediently circled around a paper figure, said a few words from time to time, and sometimes smiled, pointing his fingers to the sky, as if chatting with a living person, the scene was very strange and terrifying.

When Zhang Wen approached, a gust of wind blew, and the wind pushed the paper man's head to turn towards Zhang Wen.

Its head writhed stiffly, like a lump of wood.

"Mage, have you seen the way, Mage?" Uncle Cui's inquiry has not been answered, rubbing his eyes, Zhang Wen in front of him turned into a paper man, a gust of wind blew, and the paper head turned around his neck.

The wind stopped, and the paper man with a smiling wooden expression was facing Uncle Cui.

Uncle Cui's heart twitched.

Just then, a hand slapped him on the shoulder.

Uncle Cui, who was already frightened to the extreme, shouted, and asked for the east guy.

"Uncle Cui, are you okay?"

The sound is familiar.

"It's you, mage!"

After discovering that it was Zhang Wen, Uncle Cui breathed a sigh of relief, he pointed to the paper man whose head was blown off by the wind and the bud pole was exposed on his neck: "I remember telling you about this woodland just now, why did a gust of wind blow, and you became a paper man!" ”

"Someone has used a trick, don't worry, I have already talked to the master behind the scenes just now."

"What's going on?" Uncle Cui hurriedly asked.

"Your son has some skirmishes with her, don't worry, it's no problem, you can see people when you go back." Zhang Wen said.

Uncle Cui clenched his fists: "Thank you, Master, I will definitely smash the pot and sell iron when I go back, and I want to thank you." ”

"Thank you, I don't need it, just do it." Zhang Wen said: "I still have something to do, so I won't go back with you." ”

"Good, good!" Uncle Cui nodded, people don't want benefits, and he can't do anything.

Looking at Zhang Wen's clothes, he really doesn't look like a person who is short of money, and his few catties of millet are estimated to be unacceptable, so he can only make up his mind in his heart, if people return to normal, they will be worried in their hearts in the future.

Zhang Wen returned to Liuling, took two old ginseng in his hand, crushed them and stuffed them into the medicine gourd, shook them, and there was a lot of medicinal wine in them.

When you're all set, it's time to slay the demons!

Niujiazhai is some distance away from Hujiagouzi.

In the Kanto region, there is no shortage of beards, and Niujiazhai is the descendant of a group of beards.

It is said that in the Qianlong period, there was a group of people who hid here, and they had no money or food in their hands, so they made beards, and they were not many at first, just because they did things and preached morality, only harming the rich, and even spending money to help the poor who sold their sons and daughters, and some desperate people would join.

The power naturally grows.

Of course, the government could not tolerate a group of bearded men in their own territory, and also sent people to suppress bandits, but because this group of bearded men had lived here for too long, they had already married and had children, and when they heard that something had happened, they left their clothes behind and went to live in the village below the mountain.

If you can't catch people too many times, the government will be gone.

After nearly 200 years of development, the times have changed, and many people have moved here.

There are men and women in the village, some go into the mountains to hunt, and also grow food, but instead make beards, which has slowly become history and a story in the mouths of the older generation.

It is said that there are also beards who once came to the cottage to fight the autumn wind, and also let a few lives be put in the cottage.

In the evening, three people came to the cottage.

A young man, wearing a cotton robe, didn't see anything special, but there was a wine gourd around his waist, and he should be a good wine person.

Beside him stood a woman wearing a green cheongsam, who could freeze to death, but this woman was wearing a high-forked cheongsam, with a pair of snow-white long legs, wantonly exposed in the air.

The woman held a delicate cigarette pouch and pot in her hand, and her eyes were like silk.

The two were followed by a strong man covered in black, presumably a bodyguard.

As soon as such an eccentric trio went to the cottage, they attracted the attention of people along the way.

"Who are you looking for?"

Holding an old shotgun, the old man sitting at the door of the stockade looked at the three of them and asked.

"Uncle, our carriage is broken, it's freezing outside, I want to borrow a place to spend the night, and I'll leave tomorrow."

"Hurry, where are you going?" The old man looked at the young man who spoke, he seemed to be a leader.

"Go catch the train."

"The train station, you have to go into the city, it's quite far." The old man nodded: "Okay, you come with me." ”

He led the three of them to a house where a woman in a padded jacket lived with a child of three or four years old.

The old man said to the nervous woman, "Jun'er, damn me, I have found you three guests. ”

Jun'er and his mother, looking like she is in her early twenties, her bones are good, and her nutrition can't keep up, so she has a bit of a sick beauty.

"Third uncle, why is this embarrassing......" Jun'er was a little embarrassed.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, okay, I'm leaving, you can arrange it." The old man waved his hand and left.

Judging from his tone, some passers-by often go to the village to spend the night, and even developed into an industrial chain, it is estimated that the old man also takes care of the mother and son, so he will take the initiative to send the three rich people who look extraordinarily dressed.

Jun'er looked at the three people who were not dressed simply, and said, "The three of you sit here and wait for a while, and I'll clean up the room." ”

"Just clean up a room, let's live for the night."

Although Jun'er and his mother are curious, don't the three of them live together? But he nodded obediently and went to clean up the room.

"Jun'er, play here, don't move!" Jun'er's mother touched her son's head and asked.

"Hmm!" Jun'er nodded obediently, glanced at the three of them timidly, and hid aside to play.

These three people are Zhang Wen, who is going to kill the old mandrill and General Yin, the flying zombie wizard, and the yellow skin spirit Huang Sangu.

"Although that old mandrill is not as good as General Yin, he has a lively mind and is more cunning than a rabbit." Huang Sangu gave an example that made her grit her teeth herself: "It's not easy to catch it, you have to make a way to lure it out, otherwise you won't be able to find it even if you turn Changbai Mountain upside down!" ”

Zhang Wen nodded, he didn't doubt Huang Sangu's words, Fei Fei turned around nearby, but he couldn't find Lao Shanxiao and General Yin, which showed that these two had some real skills.

Seeing Zhang Wen nodding, Huang Sangu was overjoyed.

She saw the corpse king standing behind Zhang Wen obediently.

Because of mastering some secret methods, even if Zhang Wen has the early stage of cultivating as a god, Huang Sangu is not afraid, not to mention that he is in a troubled world, the heavens are chaotic, and the gods in the sky have not appeared for too long, and the human monks are really not taken into her eyes.

But in the face of the thousand-year-old corpse king, she can only be obedient and dare not make a mistake.

No matter what method Zhang Wen used, since the Millennium Corpse King was obedient, she would also choose to be obedient.

"However, I know the old mandrill's hobby." Huang Sangu said: "Count the days, it's time for it to harm women again"

"How can you be sure that it will come to this stockade?" Zhang Wen asked.

Huang Sangu raised the cigarette pouch and pot, and just wanted to take a puff, but Zhang Wen raised his hand and pressed it.

"Don't smoke if you have kids." Zhang Wen pointed to Jun'er, who was staring at him with wide eyes and curiosity.

Although she didn't know what it meant to have children not to smoke, Huang Sangu still obediently put down the cigarette pouch and pot, stretched out her little pink tongue, moistened her red lips, and said: "Although that old mandrill is better than me, he has no ambition and no guts.......

She looked at Fei Zhuang, who was standing on the side like an iron pillar, and said: "The witch master now occupies Liuling, and the nose of that old mandrill is more than that of a dog, and he will definitely not dare to stretch out his hand, and the nearby land is sparsely populated, and there are beautiful women here." ”