Li Changan couldn't hear what Li Ru was saying?

But I heard it clearly.

Li Ru seems to be incompatible with Li Changan, but she cares deeply about Li Changan.

However, this Li Ru seems to be a person who is not good at expressing feelings to her children and is not used to communicating with them.

Li Changge came back after a while: "Little Third Master, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to make you lose money this time." My father was sure that Bao Wanquan would win. I ......"

I raised my hand to stop Li Changge: "Bao Wanquan and I haven't officially started the competition yet, and it is not yet known who will kill the deer." Besides, things in the art path are changing rapidly, and no one dares to say that they are 100% sure. ”

"Let's talk about this chain of life and death first!"

I was just answering Li Changge normally, but Li Changan gave me a thumbs up: "Little Third Master, what a hero, it's a pity that my legs are ...... If I can stand up, I must follow the little third master to appreciate the customs of the rivers and lakes. ”

"There will be opportunities in the future!" I was originally perfunctory to Li Changan, but I didn't expect that my words would later bring me a life and death crisis.

Li Changan said: "Actually, our Li family has always been a half-warlock family. ”

"The Li family, every generation has to produce a warlock to gather luck for the family and ensure the prosperity of the family. My grandfather was the warlock of the previous generation, and I should have succeeded my grandfather as the luck warlock of the family. ”

When I heard this, I couldn't help but glance at Ye Huan, who was also shaking his head slightly.

Neither of us had heard of any "half-warlock families", and the warlocks were either from the master or from the family.

Warlocks who practice as teachers may not necessarily pass on their skills to their descendants, after all, the way of art cannot be put on the stage, and if possible, no one wants their descendants to follow their own old path.

The family of warlocks has been passed down from generation to generation, and this inheritance is also a last resort. Because, the warlock family has either been cursed or has some kind of mission, so it can only be passed down in this way.

I've never heard of a half-warlock!

However, there are often some unthinkable things in the art path, which only people can't think of, and there is nothing that a warlock can't do. Perhaps, it is really me and Ye Huan who are lonely and unheard.

Li Changan didn't notice the subtle movement of me and Ye Huan, and continued: "With the luck warlock escorting the Li family, even if the Li family will not always be prosperous, at least it will be rich, and it will be rich and rich. It's just that the luck warlock has to spend a lifetime of coarse tea and light food, and live a dull life. ”

"According to the rules of the Li family, the person who is selected as the next warlock has to leave the family from an early age and live with the previous warlock, inherit the secret art and accept the concept of giving everything for the family. So, I was sent to my grandfather before I could remember. ”

Li Changan gradually fell into memories and talked about his childhood.

I lived peacefully with my father in a small mountain village for ten years. At that time, I didn't think there was anything special about me, except that I thought the chain-like tattoo on my father's right arm was a little strange.

It wasn't until one day that my grandfather asked people to take willow strips to draw a coffin, and I didn't know how powerful he was.

That winter, Lao Chen, who was next door to my house, had a cold wind and didn't survive, and his legs kicked and choked.

This was originally an ordinary thing, but on the day of Lao Chen's funeral, something happened.

Old Chen's coffin couldn't be lifted to the door of his house, and as soon as he arrived at the door, the coffin hit the door frame of his house.

The person carrying the coffin had to retreat and stand in the courtyard with the coffin, waiting for Mr. Bai Shi to figure out a way.

According to the rules of Bai Shixing: the coffin can't knock on the door when it goes out, otherwise, the coffin goes out, and the ghosts inside can't get out.

If the ghost doesn't leave, will there be a peaceful day in the house?

Moreover, the coffin could not fall to the ground when it was lifted, so those people could only stand in the courtyard with the coffin on their shoulders.

Mr. Bai Shi first kowtowed to the coffin, and then asked the coffin to be put on a bench and re-tied the rope.

This heavy rope is also Mr. Bai Shi's usual method, in order to use the rope to suppress the qi on the dead man's body, so that the coffin can be passed out of the door.

Mr. Bai Shi changed four techniques in a row, and finally put the coffin on the shelf and carried it out.

However, the coffin not only couldn't get out, but almost broke the coffin pole.

When Mr. Bai Shi saw that the coffin pole was about to be crushed, his face turned pale with fright, and he didn't want any money, and he ran away without a trace.

The people in the village were all stupid now, no one had ever seen such a thing. After discussing for a long time, he asked Lao Chentou's eldest daughter to cover the coffin with a red cloth, and then asked the master to help and send the coffin.

When the eldest daughter of the Chen family rushed back with the red cloth, she happened to walk opposite my father.

My grandfather glanced at the red cloth in the hand of the eldest daughter of the Chen family: "Don't put on the red cloth." With the red cloth, your father won't leave. You have to lock the coffin with a chain and smoke it with a willow stick for seven days before your father can get out. ”

The eldest daughter of the Chen family was already spicy, and when she heard this, she was anxious: "Fart!" Are you talking about people? The willow strips pulled the coffin, which made my father uneasy. ”

"You have a holiday with my father, but he is dead, and death is great, why don't you forgive?"

My lord sneered and took my hand: "Chang'an, let's go, she is willing to go down to accompany him Laozi, that's her business." ”

I was stunned again: my father first asked people to smoke people's father's coffins with willow sticks, and now he cursed people to death. Isn't this looking for a fight?

The eldest daughter of the Chen family was so angry that she clenched her fists, and as soon as she heard my father's words, she rushed up and was about to hit someone, but my father slapped his hand back with a smile and slapped it on the wall on the side of the road, and the courtyard wall of the old Chen family suddenly made him shoot a hole.

The eldest daughter of the Chen family was frightened stupid at that time, standing there motionless with her fists raised.

My grandfather said with a cold face: "Your father just died, I don't care about you." If you win again, don't blame me for slapping your face. ”

When my father dragged me home, I was still looking at the gap in the wall.

The eldest daughter of the Chen family didn't do what my father said, and covered the coffin with a red cloth and invited the master to go.

When the eldest daughter of the Chen family went out for a few days, the coffin in his yard moved by itself, and it could not be pressed on the grinding plate of his house, and no one in the village who came to help dared to lean on the edge of his yard, and even the neighbors moved overnight.

The eldest daughter of the Chen family invited four gentlemen back and forth, and the first three gentlemen came to see and turned around and left, saying that they didn't dare to take care of his family's affairs.

The last gentleman couldn't stand the Chen family's eldest daughter begging bitterly, and said: "You go to find the person who made a hole in the wall of your house, that is a master!" If it weren't for that hole, your family would have died. ”

"The gap made by the master can manage your family for seven days, and if you don't get it right after seven days, you will really die."