The fire burned, and an indescribable smell permeated the air.

Xia Zhihuai covered his mouth and nose with both hands, and pulled Wanwan to hide in the distance.

In the black smoke, a wisp of swimming yin qi suddenly emerged.

Wanwan immediately rushed forward and grabbed the yin that was about to escape.

"Caught."

Wanwan was pleasantly surprised to hold the wisps of writhing yin qi, her round cat eyes were shining, and she raised the prey in her hand in front of Xia Zhihuai.

"Brother, look."

Xia Zhihuai rubbed the tip of his nose and looked at the little black loach-like thing with a puzzled expression: "What is this?" ”

"The curse in the doll."

"Cursed?" Xia Zhihuai shuddered, "Didn't you say that this doll has been borrowing my luck?" ”

"yes, but the villain who gave it to his brother really hates it."

Wanwan sighed: "There is also a curse superimposed." ”

It's no wonder that Xia Zhihuai's luck has lost so quickly, and he has become more and more unlucky during this time.

Xia Zhihuai's face changed suddenly, his mood became more and more solemn, and his whole person's aura became strange.

But Wanwan was not afraid of him, only raised his hand and touched his head: "Brother, don't be afraid, there is Wanwan." ”

Knowing she's there.

Xia Zhihuai was also secretly happy in his heart.

He felt that Wanwan was a little angel sent by heaven to save him.

If Wanwan didn't appear, if Wanwan hadn't learned the Xuanmen Dao Method, what would happen to him?

Maybe you'll be completely killed in three months, right?

Wanwan coiled the wisp of the curse into a ball, and then burned a piece of rune paper that she had drawn casually, and after a while, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the living room, and the shadow slowly condensed into a solid body.

Xia Zhihuai felt a chill behind him, and looked back, looking at Huang Xikong, who was wearing a wide-sleeved robe, and walked slowly to the balcony door.

"Why are you here?"

Xia Zhihuai was taken aback, he was simply impressed by Huang Xikong, the strength of this male ghost was really strong.

There was a wanwan before, so he felt that Huang Xikong seemed to be vulnerable, but after communicating with Pu Yuzhou in private, he knew that he definitely underestimated Huang Xikong before, because Pu Daochang practiced like that, plus he still had aura in hand, and Huang Xikong would be at a disadvantage after a long battle, and he would die if he was not careful.

Huang Xikong raised his chin slightly and dusted off his robe: "Didn't your little girl summon me over?" ”

Wanwan immediately nodded in agreement: "I came to him." ”

"What are you looking for him to do?" Xia Zhihuai didn't know why.

She ran to Huang Xikong and handed the coiled curse in her hand to Huang Xikong.

"I'd like you to do me a favor." Wanwan is blunt.

Huang Xikong lowered his eyes and looked at the curse that was not enough to stuff his teeth: "It's not worth it for me to run for this reward." ”

Wanwan puffed out her cheeks: "This is not a reward, it is a clue." ”

Huang Xikong raised his eyebrows wildly and uninhibitedly: "I'm not your ghost servant. ”

The implication is that he will never do anything that is not beneficial.

"Deposit." Wanwan took out a burst of Yin Gathering Talisman from her pocket.

Huang Xikong's eyelids raised: "You used straw paper to draw talismans?" ”

The corners of Xia Zhihuai's mouth twitched: "Where is this straw paper!" ”

"Isn't this just papyrus?"

Huang Xikong and Xia Zhihuai have been separated by a generation gap of thousands of years, and the two of them talk about chickens and ducks for a while.

Although paper was not a bargain thousands of years ago, Huang Xikong, who used to be a prime minister, couldn't get into his eyes with this bad paper in front of him.

And Xia Zhihuai simply means that Huang Xikong used the paper used to draw the talisman in Wanwan's hand as toilet paper.

When I was a child, the piece of toilet paper in their hometown was straw paper.

Wanwan listened to the two of them, and looked back and forth with curious little eyes: "Brother, aren't you afraid of him?" ”

Xia Zhihuai was stunned for two seconds, and found that Huang Xikong had nothing to be afraid of.

But the premise is that Huang Xikong will not beat him.

Otherwise, it is definitely not just tough.

Xia Zhihuai touched his nose stupidly and stopped talking.

Wanwan shook the Yin Gathering Talisman in front of Huang Xikong: "Is this okay?" ”

"What happens when it's done?"

Huang Xikong immediately began to bargain, mainly because although the texture of this rune paper looked terrible, the power contained on it was indeed a great complement to him.

Any creature has the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and Huang Xikong, as a senior thousand-year-old ghost, will naturally not let go of any opportunity to increase his strength.

It's no wonder that some powerful ghosts are willing to sign ghost servants with certain heavenly masters, especially the Maoshan faction......

The tribute is in place, and it is easy to be fattened.

Wanwan watched him arrogantly take away the Yin Gathering Talisman, and immediately stuffed the curse to him: "Help my brother catch the bad guy who cursed and borrowed luck, and get back the refined borrowed luck." ”

"I'm sure I'll be discovered." Huang Xikong said lightly.

Wanwan: "But you are a thousand-year-old ghost, are you still afraid of those little ghosts who have not been able to do it for a hundred years?" ”

Huang Xikong hooked his lips and smiled merryly: "Of course not." ”

"After I get the things back, I can draw two more Yin Gathering Talismans for you." Wanwan is not a stingy person either.

Huang Xikong thought for a while: "I also need a table of tribute." ”

He has been a ghost for many years, and although he has slept for a thousand years, he has not eaten the delicious food of the world for a long time.

Some nostalgia.

Xia Zhihuai sat on the stone and raised his hand: "Wrap it around me." ”

Huang Xikong glanced at him meaningfully, and looked at him hairily.

However, in just a short moment, Huang Xikong's long figure turned into a black cloud and disappeared at the balcony door.

"What does that look mean?" Xia Zhihuai said with some resentment.

Those eyes of contempt and pity, how hateful they look!

Wanwan clapped her hands, looking innocent and ignorant: "I don't know, brother, it's strange every time you meet him." ”

"Is there one?"

Xia Zhihuai touched his cheek.

Probably not.

He simply hated Huang Xikong's eyes when he looked at people, he was high up and empty-eyed.

It's very unpleasant to watch.

After solving the curse, he asked Huang Xikong to find the culprit and take back the magic thing.

Wanwan is now light, with two white and tender little chubby hands behind her back, and walks towards the house in the same way as Huang Xikong.

Xia Zhihuai looked at the mess on the balcony, and couldn't help but sigh bitterly: "What about these things?" ”

The fire had been extinguished, and the ceramic matryoshka dolls with the curse had all been burned to powder at this moment.

Wanwan slowly climbed onto the sofa, pinched the remote control and turned on the TV, and said without looking back: "It's okay to bury those dirty things under the peach tree." ”

The peach tree exorcises evil spirits!

What's more, the peach she planted must be stronger.

These residual filths can be completely purified after being buried under the peach tree for a week.

The TV has been turned on, Wanwan sat up straight excitedly, opened a pair of round eyes, nodded and played a small beat, and hummed the theme song of the blue fat cartoon to the TV: "KO."

a ko to yi yi

a de ki ta

a yi yi

a……”

Although I don't understand the meaning of the song, the strange thing is that every syllable she hums can be in sync with the TV.

And although the pronunciation is a little vague, it is basically the same as the Japanese version of the subject phrase.

Xia Zhihuai cleaned up the balcony, walked into the living room sweating profusely, and after closing the glass door, listening to her tune, he was actually a little shocked.

This little guy's ability to imitate is really strong.

Recently, he started to let Wanwan watch cartoons, and she was not interested in those magic fairies, but had a soft spot for the blue fat man.

Originally, he wanted to find the Chinese version, but the first one he clicked on that day was the Japanese version, and he still watched it with relish, and did not let him interfere to change the Chinese dubbed cartoon at all.

Fortunately, the Japanese version has Chinese subtitles, although he is very skeptical that he can read all the words, but so far he has refused to watch the Chinese dubbed version.

In the past two days, she could even suddenly come out of her mouth a few words of quite complicated Japanese, which also made his mood extremely complicated.

How to cultivate Wanwan is really a long-term proposition that must be treated carefully.