An hour later.

Fengbei and [Evil Boy] stood in the courtyard of the East Wing.

Fengbei took the initiative to distance himself from "Zheng Shan'er" by half a zhang, closed his eyes, and waited quietly.

On the wall, Qing 13 squatted without any image, smoking a dry cigarette without saying a word.

On the side, Ji Honglian rubbed her sore knee, and there was a little flesh on her smooth and delicate knee, she secretly complained, she didn't want to be fresh if she knew it, and she wore Zheng's cloth village's new slit skirt, the fork was high enough, except for the pain of the fall, it was useless.

In the awkward silence, Qing 13 couldn't help it and whistled a few times.

This whistle translates into human dialect: How could the young master trust Ye Weiyang so much and trust that Fengbei?

Ji Hongrong chuckled and took a few mouthfuls back: Are you still called Young Master?

Qing 13 was not convinced, and continued to blow, and a string of whistles was hurried, but the meaning was expressed in place.

Qing 13: Are you stupid? I can't see this, the young master is an expedient measure, temporarily succumbing, and recognizing others as his father?

Ji Hongrong puffed up her cheeks, blew a few mouthfuls in a row, and used a long sentence to express her disbeneance: Oh? I really don't believe that a ten-year-old child can have such a mind, and can deceive the night of December, or that evil star Fengbei.

Qing Thirteen was stunned, and then he continued to blow: Have you heard that Master Zheng has an uncle named Zheng Shan?

Ji Hongrong unhappily blowing: Everything is weird tonight, how do you know that there is none? What if there is? Men are not good things. What if the Zheng family really has other bloodlines flowing outside?

Qing 13 stood up suddenly, squinted his eyes and blew: Women are good things? Hey! Even if it is true, he has foreign blood, then he is also Master Zheng's cousin! Blood is thicker than water!

Ji Hongrong and Qing Thirteen were on the wall, you and I blew each other for a while, and the whistle rose and fell like a song.

Zheng Xiu really can't listen to it anymore, I taught you this code at the beginning, you blew it for a long time, you really think I can't understand it, right?

"Shut up! Don't blow it, y'all! ”

Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth and roared angrily.

Qing 13 and Ji Hongrong were silent at the same time, not daring to yaw anymore, and closed their mouths tightly.

A veiled concave beauty pushed open the door of Zheng Erniang's room and walked out. I saw that she was wearing a tight black dress, with cloud patterns on her sleeves, stars hidden in the clouds, and a graceful figure. No one can tell that her actual age is nearly forty, which is the age of a tiger and a wolf.

Fengbei heard the sound of the door opening and opened his eyes.

At this time, Zheng Xiu had already hurriedly greeted him, and opened his mouth to ask, "How is this sister Erniang's condition?" ”

The woman was stunned when she heard this, and couldn't help pinching the young man's cute little face: "The little mouth is so sweet, no wonder the three adults invited me out late at night, I thought there was a big case in the night." ”

Being rubbed his face up and down, left and right, Zheng Xiu suddenly remembered his current identity, squeezed out a smile, and didn't dare to attack.

"He's so handsome." The woman licked her dry lips under the veil, and reluctantly withdrew her hand from the young man's smooth face: "Don't worry, your aunt is okay for the time being." ”

Zheng Xiu calculated for a moment and corrected: "According to the 'now' seniority, she is my cousin." But it doesn't matter, Sister Bishui, what do you mean by 'temporary'? ”

Zheng Xiu is currently in front of Fengbei and claims to be Zheng Shan's own son.

The evil boy is Zheng Shan's old son, and he should be called Uncle Zheng Haoran and cousin Zheng Xiu according to his generation.

Zheng Erniang is Zheng Haoran's adopted daughter, and she can be regarded as Zheng Haoran's cousin according to her seniority.

In other words, Zheng Xiu has not only become his uncle, but now he has become his son and cousin at the same time.

The generations have been in a mess, dad, rest in peace, I, Zheng Xiu, will strengthen the Zheng family.

The Zheng family, bigger and stronger.

Invited by Fengbei overnight, it was one of the 28 constellations of Yeweiyang sitting in the imperial city: Bishui.

Bishui was born from an ancient family, the Zhenling people.

Zhenling people, commonly known as "village keepers".

In the past, there were some legends circulating in the local area, saying that "no fool can not be a village".

It is said that these fools who grew up in the village were all fierce and evil in their previous lives, and they took the initiative to go to Lingzhi in this life to atone for their sins. Over time, some village chiefs will pay a lot of money to let the female baby in the village be the daughter-in-law of the village guard, leaving the blood of the village keeper.

It is also quite evil to say that most of the village guards are boys, and they are born with a lack of wisdom in the five elements.

Zheng Xiu had heard of this kind of custom and rumor before, but it was obviously unscientific, Zheng Xiu used to sneer and laugh, he didn't take it seriously, and he was just superstitious about customs.

But now, the Spirit Keeper Portal really exists.

Glimpse the wall water of the "Zhenling Man" doorway, the bloodline is ancient, and he was ignorant and stupid when he was young.

It wasn't until she was seventeen years old that she suddenly came to her senses and ran out of the village barefoot.

In the end, it entered the night and became today's tiger and wolf wall water.

Aunt Bishui's past is not much to mention for the time being.

Zheng Xiu has long been numb to the changes in the world, but fortunately, his prisoner is not bad, not only can he shuttle through the past and the future, but also change the present, without panicking. He just wants Zheng Erniang to be safe now.

Aunt Bishui put away her dirty hand, and just wanted to say something, but she didn't look away, looking at the fair and delicate face, Auntie couldn't help but pinch it, as if that face had a strange attraction to her.

This time, she pinched it with both hands, opening the bow left and right, and meeting the source on the right and left.

Zheng Xiu held back.

Aunt Bishui said while pinching: "The other party's thaumaturgist has performed a spell on your cousin. The 'medium' of the tele-operation is the hair in the peace blessing bag, and the 'rules' of the operation are not clear for the time being. This technique is obviously through the hair attached to your cousin's body, constantly absorbing the essence of her body, slowly consuming her human soul, if no one finds out, ordinary people, as long as a year and a half, as short as three or five or seven days, a whimper. ”

"The unlucky guy who fell for this kind of thaumaturgy and was finally found to have died suddenly will only think that he was infected with a vicious disease and died of weakness." Seeing that the little young master's face was unhappy, Bi Shui was finally willing to let go of his hand and continued: "However, under my 'thaumaturgy', the other party's technique can be delayed for about seven more days. ”

Zheng Xiu frowned.

On the side, Feng Bei put his hands behind his back and asked indifferently: "Bishui, may I ask, is this technique solvable?" ”

"Well...... this" Bi Shui held his chin and pondered for a moment, shaking his head: "If Zheng Erniang is also a thaumaturgist, I am eighty percent sure that I can pull out the other party's thaumaturgy." But the other party is obviously casting a spell in the air, once he senses that another thaumaturgist has forcibly cracked it, or intends to pull out the strand of hair forcefully, there must be a back hand, so that there is only forty percent of the certainty. ”

Bishui looked up and saw Zheng Xiu, Ji Hongrong and Qing Thirteen squatting on the wall, and the four of them not far away, their faces changed, and they all suddenly said: "It seems that you have already tried." ”

Fengbei asked again: "Are you sure about seven days?" ”

Bi Shui secretly looked at the face of the young master of the Zheng family, and affirmed: "Seven days, seven days, if you don't act rashly, I will keep her safe." After that, Bishui stretched out his palm and stretched out to the little young master: "According to the 'rules', a silver ingot." ”

"Qing Thirteen, go and carry a thousand taels out, count my sister's hard work." Zheng Xiu waved his hand at Qing Thirteen.

Bishui shook his head: "Don't have more, don't have less." It seems that you don't know much about the 'rules', it turns out that you are an outsider. That's it, Lord Three, you know me, my 'rules'. ”

Feng Bei nodded, took out a piece of silver, and threw it into the wall water.

Bishui seemed to know the evil of Fengbei's hands, and when Fengbei took out the silver ingot, Bishui stiffened, although it was not obvious, but he was a little nervous. When Fengbei threw the silver ingots from afar, the wall water softened again, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

After checking it, the moment he collected the money, the light flashed in the depths of Bishui's eyes, and he left the Zheng family satisfied.

After Bishui left, Fengbei looked at Zheng Xiu quietly.

There was a moment of silence.

Pei Gaoya scratched his head behind the rockery, feeling a pain in his skull.

Who is this baby?

"Hmm......"

There was a movement in the room, and Zheng Erniang was dumbfounded, but she woke up.

Zheng Xiu immediately entered, but he didn't dare to get too close, and shouted from afar: "Erniang? ”

The weak Zheng Erniang woke up from the bed, she obviously didn't know what was happening to her, her pale face was dull and lackluster.

She opened her eyes and looked at the boy in front of her.

In an instant, she almost thought that she had gone back in time and saw Zheng Xiu when she was young.

"You, you, you are?"

Many people crowded the door.

[Evil Boy] has once again become the focus of everyone's attention.

Everyone seems to be waiting for a plausible explanation.