arrived at the address left by Mr. Yin Yang to the fourth uncle.

All I saw was a blackening in front of my eyes.

The address says it's a big county.

But when I arrived at the place and saw the boundary monument, I knew that the name of this place was Tazixian Town.

Our car had just pulled up next to the town boundary monument on the Tazi Line.

One was on crutches in his hand, wearing a black old man's sweatshirt, brown leather sandals on his feet, and black sunglasses on his face. An old man with almost bald hair and few strands left.

He walked towards our car.

"It's the Qin family."

The old man's voice was trembling, and there was a sense of weakness in his voice.

"Did the old man go to the owner of the paper-cutting shop for help?"

I looked at the old man's appearance and guessed the identity of the old man, but in order to be sure, I still opened my mouth to ask.

"Yes, yes, the Qin family boys have grown so big."

"I'm the old towerman."

The old man on crutches smiled all over his face when he heard my question.

"Hello old man, my name is Qin Li, and the person you asked for help was my fourth uncle."

"I'm a yin-yang papercutter."

Although I was the only living person in the car, the small car was crowded next to each other.

It's really hard to let this half-buried old man squeeze into the car and sit next to these powerful ghosts and evil ghosts with extremely heavy yin energy.

"The afterlife is terrible, the afterlife is terrible."

When the old man saw me get out of the car, he politely stretched out his hand in front of him to shake his hand.

"Brother."

"Ghost."

Seeing that I got out of the car, Yan Caiyun also followed me and got out of the car.

But it's completely different from when we first met.

At this moment, although Yan Caiyun was still wearing a skirt that couldn't tell what dynasty it was, her body was also wet.

But he didn't have the way he used to drip.

It doesn't feel weird and gloomy, and it doesn't look like a living person.

Now it just looks like it's just rained.

"What the hell is that?"

"Why didn't I feel it?"

I haven't opened my mouth to say anything yet.

Xi Pozi had already floated out of the car and snatched my head.

"I'm sorry to make your old man laugh."

"They're here to help. My assistant."

I looked at this Xi Po speechlessly, turned my head and smiled at the old tower.

"It's okay if you don't get in the way, I'm already happy that you can help me."

The old tower head smiled and looked loving.

And I was worried about Zhong Zhong because Yan Caiyun said that he saw a ghost in the old man.

Ghosts of Xi Pozi's level didn't feel the ghost aura from the old man in the tower.

With a look, Yan Caiyun saw that something was wrong with the old man tower.

This is the real difference in strength between ghosts and ghosts.

"Xiaowan, do you feel it?"

I turned my head sideways and asked Jiang Wanrou, who had just floated out of the car.

"It's not obvious, it's ghostly."

Jiang Wanrou floated in front of the old man in the tower again.

"It's not very quiet in the old man's house."

The old man of the tower smoked a dry cigarette and sighed vigorously.

"Since the few of you have arrived, let's go to the house first, and the family meal is ready, let's talk while eating."

The old man seemed to have something unspeakable.

"Brother."

I was about to walk forward behind the old man in the tower, but my arm was grabbed by Yan Caiyun.

"What's wrong?"

I looked back at Yan Caiyun.

I always feel like she seems to see

Got to something I couldn't see.

"Haunted by ghosts."

Yan Caiyun's voice was very soft, and the words were not very clear.

"That's right, it's a ghost."

Jiang Wanrou also floated next to me, sniffed vigorously in the air, and gave an affirmative answer.

"Old man Tower, have you done something wrong?"

I'm not one to rub sand in my eyes.

As soon as I heard the affirmative answer from the two, I didn't follow the old man tower, but stood still and shouted at the back of the old man.

"As long as you haven't done anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts calling the door, this is a word that has been passed down from the old age."

It's not necessarily true, but it's not far from ten.

Sure enough, when I shouted in these two voices, the old man immediately turned back in surprise.

Looked at me.

The fear in his eyes, which he didn't have time to hide, immediately made me sure that this guy was not telling the truth.

"Young man, we are all from the rivers and lakes, and we have eaten this bowl of rice in the rivers and lakes."

"As you should know, sometimes we can't help ourselves."

The old man of the tower probably didn't expect that as soon as we took a photo, he was exposed.

"It's not that I don't give you face, old man, but he didn't say that about this matter."

"What we eat is the food of the underworld and the yang, and we also walk the road of yin and yang."

"It can be said that we have one foot in the sun and one foot in the underworld."

"We need to be even more cautious when we do things for this."

"Worthy of heaven and earth, worthy of the ghosts, worthy of the living."

"I'm here to help, but I can't do anything against my will."

It's not that I don't understand what the old man said, but he just entered the Xuanmen.

I have experienced few things, I have seen less of the world, my original intention is still there, and I can't accept bowing to reality.

"You're young, and there's something you don't understand."

The old man looked at me and sighed, as if he had a thousand pains in his heart, but he couldn't speak.

"Brother."

"Don't be afraid."

Yan Caiyun glanced in the direction of the old man with her white-eyed eyes.

Then the whole person floated in front of me, spread her arms, and protected me behind me with her thin and thin body like an old hen protecting a chick.

"Protection."

Yan Caiyun still stumbled when he spoke, and he was not very coherent in his dispammation.

But she practiced it and proved to others that she was determined to protect me with her own practical actions.

To say that it is not moving, it is absolutely false.

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that my name is Yan Caiyun's sister, really, just because I don't know how to call her.

I did say something to coax her in front of her.

I have no ill will towards her, I just want to take her away and not let her continue to suffer there and at the same time add danger to passers-by.

"You go to the back."

"Not here."

"Danger."

Yan Caiyun had a straight face, but his movements were unusually agile and serious.

"Sister, have you forgotten that I am a yin-yang paper-cutter."

"It's my job to protect you."

I sighed, and sometimes I had to admit that too simple kindness was also a burden.