In mid-air, the man's body slowly turned red, faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, it was full of bright red.

Like a bloody man floating in the air and struggling.

"It's festive." After saying goodbye to Mama, the annunciator suddenly stopped struggling, and stood upright on the ground, arms down, legs together, with his back to the house, facing outside.

The night guards looked in horror at the stiff-faced Annunciator.

Two lines of hot tears slowly flowed down the corners of the annunciation's eyes, and the tears washed away the blood.

Good luck only felt that something hit his chest hard.

The big white hand turned slightly, handed out a book-sized red blessing envelope, and took it from Mama.

Xiang Mama actually held the black blood pig killing knife in her right hand, black on the top and white on the bottom, black and white.

"The main mother gave birth to a unicorn, and the grandmother didn't know that she hadn't returned. Send a good news person to send grandma to the grandson. Yang road Yang line, Yin road Yin line, road has legs, listen to the letter has ears, good news has a mouth......"

While chanting to Mama, she used the tip of a knife to cut the legs, feet, ears, and nose of the annunciator, and finally cut the corners of the mouth on both sides until the ears.

On the face of the annunciation, a huge curved bloody mouth connects the two ears.

Scarlet smile.

"What a festive ......"

Xiang Mama grabbed the hair of the annunciator with her left hand and slashed horizontally with her right hand.

Click.

The head and body of the annunciation man were separated, and no blood droplets were spilled.

Xiang Mama picked up the red blessing envelope and slowly inserted it into the neck of the annunciator, blood spilling out until the envelope was buried in the chest.

Xiang Mama put the head of the annunciator back, wiped a circle of wounds with her blood-stained right hand, and the wound healed, leaving a circle of tender red marks, like a red rope.

She patted the back of the annunciation's head and said, "Go, grandma is waiting for you." ”

The annunciation cracked his bloody mouth and laughed, and took stiff steps like a puppet, slowly walking forward, stepping towards the threshold.

The people on the left and right outside the threshold hurriedly retreated.

The body part of the annunciation person who stepped out of the threshold suddenly disappeared, and when all of them stepped out of the threshold, the body disappeared.

Two crystal tears fell from mid-air, smashed on the ground, and smashed into the hearts of every night guard.

Twelve night guards, all looking at good luck.

Good luck had a gloomy face and didn't say a word.

"My son, sleep well, put on a tiger head hat tomorrow morning, eat red eggs together, grow taller quickly, grow up quickly."

The gentle voice of the mother came from behind the black curtains, the two big hands shook gently like cradles, and the sunshine boy was sleepy and slowly closed his eyes.

The night guards left the west courtyard and returned to the public house.

He felt regretful, not that he had hurt the Sunshine Boy, but that he had made a mistake in judgment, thinking that the Sunshine Boy was just an ordinary low-grade life magician, and he couldn't hurt himself at all.

But I didn't expect this sunshine boy to be so powerful and so desperate.

Night guard yamen.

A horse-drawn carriage slowly pulled out.

The carriage was pitch black, with a black lantern hanging at each of the four corners of the roof, and red light was dancing inside the black lantern.

Four black horses pulled the carriage out of the capital, and the fur of the black horse suddenly festered and turned into four green-eyed and white-boned horses.

The white-boned horse neighed in the sky, its ribs opened, and it turned into bone wings flapping.

The white bone horse pulled the black carriage, flew diagonally into the air, and flew quickly to the north.

After a while, a person in a green brocade robe walked in the wind of the house and arrived at the north gate of the capital.

When the guard at the door saw that the person who came was handsome and extraordinary, he vaguely guessed the identity and asked, "But Lord Meitanhua Zhou Chunfeng Zhou?" ”

"Exactly."

The guard at the door didn't say a word, and immediately opened the small door and sent Zhou Chunfeng away.

Zhou Chunfeng walked out of the city gate, found something in the luck silverfish bag, and threw it out casually.

The object fell to the ground, sending up a puff of white smoke.

The white smoke cleared, revealing a three-foot tall wood-yellow wooden eagle with red, blue, and black spell lines flashing on its surface, and a small wooden house on its back.

Red tiles, gray walls, yellow wood windows.

Zhou Chunfeng put his right hand to his lips, coughed lightly, and stepped into the wooden house.

The wooden eagle's eyes flashed red, and it rose in the wind, carrying Zhou Chunfeng to the north.

The next day, before dawn, the sleepy-eyed night guard was called by Wang Laoshi, and the group arrived again in front of the Weimu Hall in the west courtyard of Wuniangniang Temple.

They saw that the sunshine boy at this moment was much taller than yesterday, about two feet tall, wearing a red shirt with a black tiger head embroidered on a red background, wearing a red jacket, and tiger head boots.

Wherever he went, the two big white hands followed him all the time, protecting him for fear that he would fall.

Outside, eleven night guards lined up and stood outside the door.

Wang Laoshi turned to leave, and after a while, he walked in with a brown wattle basket.

In the basket, there were eleven white raw eggs.

"Mistress, the eggs have been fetched." Wang honestly bent down and said.

"Pick someone, divide it." The mother's voice was languid and soft.

"Yes."

Wang Laoshi was about to turn around, when the Sunshine Boy stumbled towards him, holding wormwood and said, "Wang Laoshi, I'll give you a wormwood." ”

Seeing a similar scene, the good luck student outside the door scolded in his heart, and his temples ached faintly.

"Ahh How does this work? Wang Laoshi didn't know where to put his hands, and secretly looked at the black curtains.

"If my son gave it, you can take it."

"Thank you, Mistress." Wang Laoshi knelt down outside the threshold, smiled and took the wormwood from the sunshine boy's hand, and carefully placed it.

The sunshine boy said slowly: "Wang Laoshi, how about you choose good luck to give birth to red eggs?" ”

"I'll see it!" Wang honestly stood up, looked at Good Luck with a smile, and said, "Good Luck Sheng, catch it." ”

As he spoke, Wang Laoshi handed the basket to Good Luck Sheng.

Hao Yunsheng scolded in his heart, glared at the sunny boy, flipped his left hand wearing the Qiankun ring, grabbed a carved double dragon brass gossip mirror, and aimed it at Wang Laoshi.

Click......

The gossip mirror turned into powder, and Wang honestly froze for a moment and handed the basket to an old Chinese New Year's Eve guard.

The old Chinese New Year's Eve Wei's face changed drastically, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Good Luck Sheng: "You can't die well, and I won't let you go as a ghost." ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the captain and said, "Captain, my family ......"

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand like a puppet, took the basket, took out a white egg with his right hand, and handed it to Good Luck Sheng.

"Take it." The voice of the egg splitter is flat.

Good luck took the white egg, looked into the eyes of the egg splitter, and his heart trembled.

The old and cloudy eyes of the egg splitter were full of tears.

The Egg Splitter mechanically walked over to the other Nightguard.

"You take it."

The night guard also took it silently.

Suddenly, the Sunshine Boy frowned, and the body of the Egg Splitter shrank twice.

The Sunshine Boy stared at the egg splitter, and every time he gave out a white egg, his body shrunk.

After dividing ten eggs, he was only a foot tall.

The night guards looked at the little egg splitter with their spare eyes, and their hearts were pounding.

The egg splitter jumped into the basket, around the last white egg, while bouncing, grinning and shaking his head, singing a children's rhyme in an unknown dialect: "Red crown crown, soft hair, laying eggs, white shining, one pointed end, one round end, peeling off the skin, red and bright ......"

He shrunk as he peeled the eggshell.

Each piece of eggshell peeled off, revealing a pig's blood-red egg white.

After peeling the egg, he fell like an eggshell and shattered into gray powder.

A wormwood fell on it.