During the lunch meal, Zhang Xiaojia stepped on the meal and came back.

After entering the house, he smiled at Wang Huahua and said, "Look, lady, it's quite timely for your husband to come back." ”

Wang Huahua rolled her eyes: "Virtue." ”

Xiaobai got up to serve the old man, Haozi lowered his head and buried his head in the bowl, and the two of them changed their faces too quickly.

The meal was served and brought to Zhang Xiaojia's position, Xiaobai sat down and looked at Hei Haoqin curiously, what's wrong with him?

"Eat slowly, and no one will rob you." Xiaobai said with disgust on his face.

"You don't care, I can't stop you when I eat." Hei Haoqin was intently picking up the rice.

The food of the Zhang family was already good, and in order to celebrate Zhang Xiaoyi's recovery at noon, Wang Huahua took Xiaobai to cook a large table of dishes.

Among them, the most eye-catching is the pot of soft-shelled turtle wolfberry codonopsis soup in the middle.

Wang Huahua personally served a bowl for her son, and she said that she had just recovered and had to make up for it.

It's been more than a month to make up for it, and Zhang Xiaoyi is really worried that his body can't stand it, especially when he is a young man, and it is when his firepower is strong.

Zhang Xiaojia also wanted to hold a bowl to taste, but was blocked back by Wang Huahua.

"What do you eat?"

Zhang Xiaojia was stunned in place with the bowl, looking at his wife pitifully, and said in his heart, Why did I make up for you in your heart?

Seeing him like this, Wang Huahua reluctantly said, "Drink, drink." ”

If you don't have the strength to see me kill you at night!

"Hey, hey!" Zhang Xiaojia took a bowl with a bowl, put it in front of him and drank a spoonful, tasted it and commented: "It's delicious." ”

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at the parents in this world so cute, and smiled inadvertently.

Xiaobai gave Zhang Xiaoyi vegetables from time to time, and Wang Huahua also picked out a few pieces of fish meat with good thorns and put them in his bowl.

"Son, don't run away in the future." Zhang Xiaojia took a sip of soup and instructed.

"I know, Dad."

Zhang Xiaoyi also understands how dangerous it is today, and he will never go out again until he has the ability.

"Did you catch that terrible ghost who bullied our son?" Wang Huahua asked.

Zhang Xiaojia took a sip of soup again: "I have dealt with it, let me tell you, it is a very difficult ghost, don't look at it as a ghost who has just turned into a ghost, but the strength is not low, but who is your master, although it has been a lot of twists and turns, but in the end it is not a good one!" ”

Wang Huahua didn't like to see him brag about himself, so she turned her head and said to Zhang Xiaoyi: "Son, you know, ghost, how dangerous it is, if something happens to you, how can you let me live with your father." ”

Saying that, she was scared and worried after a burst of sadness.

"I'm sorry for worrying you."

"That's right, son, although people are afraid of ghosts and ghosts are afraid of people for seven points, but you know if the ghost you encounter is the one who is afraid of you.

That is, he has just changed, and the resentment is not so big, at most he will design a fantasy to trap you, if he is more powerful, you will not be able to come back, and your father and I can only die with him. ”

Listening to his father's preaching, Zhang Xiaoyi nodded, he didn't think his father was exaggerating.

After all, he himself had just experienced it, and he was pulled into an illusion, and all his senses were very real, and the real made it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

The illusion of resentment, commonly known as the ghost hitting the wall, he had only heard of it before, and when he listened to it, he didn't understand the horror until he really experienced it.

In my previous life, when I read a newspaper, a newspaper would set a column on the back to publish ghost stories, and Zhang Xiaoyi remembered that one of the stories was written about ghosts hitting the wall.

said that a person walking at night can't go out, and he is alone in the dark night. When he finally walked to the hallway of his house, he ran into a ghost, and the ghost grabbed him by the neck, making him unable to breathe, and finally slowly suffocated to death.

But when the residents of the building got up the next day, they saw that it was he who choked himself by the neck and strangled himself to death.

Finally, the forensic doctor came to perform an autopsy and determined that the pinch marks on the deceased's neck were his own.

Medically speaking, a person cannot strangle himself to death on his own, because when he is suffocated and weak, his hands are released.

If it makes sense,

But in that story, it was indeed he who strangled himself to death.

So some people say that in the fantasy world where the ghost hits the wall, what you see is the ghost pinching your neck, but in reality, it is yourself pinching yourself.

Kind of nonsense, isn't it?

But in this world, it doesn't have to be reality.

After all, there are demons and ghosts here, and there is no new way to die.

If one day it is discovered that a deceased person has been chopped into a trap and is identified as committing suicide, perhaps such an identification is not a mistake.

If the old ghost's ghost hits the wall, he doesn't slap himself, but pinches himself, maybe he might also die.

Or in the end, if he wasn't scared and sucked it again, he might think that he had lost too much blood and would die.

Zhang Xiaoyi raised his head and said, "Dad, from tomorrow, I want to learn from you." ”

Zhang Xiaojia, who was going to continue preaching, thought that he had heard it wrong when he heard this, which was a little unexpected.

"Didn't you think your father and I were not good at it, and I said that I would go to the famous mansion of Xianshan to learn the Tao, and I couldn't look down on your father?

What's the point,

Don't you think your father and I are weak? ”

Zhang Xiaoyi smiled awkwardly, it was all the fault of the predecessor.

The original body did say this, and when he was young and ignorant, he liked to go out to listen to books, and heard that Mr. Storyteller told the stories of those fairy heroes and demon slaying.

And he was also fortunate to see the disciple of the Gate Sect outside the city, the cyan power suit fairy robe, the beauty of a handsome man and a woman, the three-foot Qingfeng held in his hand, and then compared with his own father, the father was compared in an instant.

Child, it's always like this, everything is someone else's good.

So today, he has to carry the pot of the predecessor.

Scratching his head embarrassedly, he said: "Isn't it that I was ignorant before, but today I know the sinister nature of the ghosts, so I beg my father to teach me." ”

It's not a big deal to coax a little bit in front of your own Lao Tzu, who else to coax if you don't coax your father.

The most unaccustomed thing is the kind of child who is low outside and comes home to face his parents.

"Master, young master, he is sensible, and today he told me to study hard." Xiaobai also interjected at this time, she is the third person in this family besides her parents to be good for Zhang Xiaoyi.

Of course, Haozi is also good, but he is in fourth place.

"Really?" Wang Huahua was very surprised: "My son is changing sex." ”

"The young master said that he is already an adult, and he has to mature."

Hei Haoqin also nodded: "That's it, the young master is like a master, he dares to flirt with those secret prostitutes in the North District, I don't dare, because I'm young." The old man is an adult, and the young master has also grown up. ”

The atmosphere suddenly froze,

Four pairs of eyes were on him,

Hei Haoqin felt the air freeze.

He stared blankly at them and swallowed the food in his mouth hard.

"Gollum."

Then he looked at Xiaobai nervously and asked suspiciously, "Did I say something wrong?" ”

Xiaobai sighed and ignored him.

I don't know if he's really stupid or fake.

In fact, Hei Haoqin is not stupid, he is just too simple, or childish.

He knew that it was not a good thing to look for flowers and ask willows, but he didn't know that for women, it was not good to see!

So

He thought it was normal,

As everyone knows, it's actually a bomb.

Wang Huahua glanced at the man and son, and muttered with a cold face: "The upper beam is not right, and the lower beam is crooked." ”

Zhang Xiaoyi set up death,

Zhang Xiaojia is now busy with a big house with five bedrooms and two courtyards.

Wang Huahua put down her chopsticks,

Stand up,

glanced at Zhang Xiaojia.

"Come with me, I've got something to look for you."

"Dinner, we'll talk about it later." Zhang Xiaojia didn't want to get up and buried himself in cooking.

"No!

Big deal!

Very urgent! ”

Three sentences,

Zhang Xiaojia sighed helplessly.

Wang Huahua grabbed Zhang Xiaojia's collar and pulled him up.

Zhang Xiaojia was dragged by Wang Huahua and stared at Hei Haoqin and was dragged into the east house.

"You're stupid!" Hearing that the East House was closed, Xiaobai immediately put down his chopsticks and reprimanded.

Hei Hao shrugged his shoulders with an embarrassed face.

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at him and shook his head helplessly, "Let's eat." ”

"Oh."

Hei Haoqin lowered his head to eat, and from time to time there were a few miserable muffled snorts from the east house, as well as the sound of whipping, which made the three of them listen to it with chills down their spines.

After they finished eating, Zhang Xiaojia walked out and looked at Hei Haoqin coldly: "Haozi." ”

"Sir." Hei Haoqin put down the dishes and chopsticks and stood up timidly.

"The murderer of Shen Yuanwai has been found, in the afternoon, you go to the Demon Suppression Division after eating and carry the body to the Shen family's cemetery outside Dongcheng."

"When did you find it?"

"I'm the master, you're the master."

"You are, you are."

"So many questions, go now."

"Yes."

Zhang Xiaoyi watched Haozi go out, mourned for him in his heart, and suffered for himself.

He knew that the corpse was not carried to the cemetery on the same day.

Wang Huahua sat down at the table and looked at her son and smiled with relief.

"My son has grown up."

Zhang Xiaojia, who was still in pain: "............"