The altar will be opened in the evening, but this is the first time I have done this, and to be honest, I have no idea what to do.

Although Xuan Zhenzi taught me a lot of things, the actual experience was about equal to zero, and I was forced to have no choice, so I had to set up a formation at Daddy Qin's house.

I first sprinkled some soybeans at the door, spread the door with incense burner ashes, slaughtered the big rooster with a reed tail that Father Qin caught in the village, and then used a brush to dip chicken blood into a few town house talismans.

It takes luck to draw talismans, but in the past few years, I have never been able to perfectly grasp the sense of qi, and I used to draw talismans under the teaching of Gen Mako, and I always had to be ineffective, so I could only silently pray in my heart that the talismans I had drawn this time would be effective.

When I set up the altar, Qin Tao had already brought the big rooster into the kitchen and was ready to cook and eat meat.

This guy is simply heartless, he was scared to death last night, and he regained his skinny nature as soon as it was dawn, and he was all about studying how to make a tooth sacrifice, and he had long forgotten about Widow Chen.

Father Qin didn't have much to do with this disobedient son, and he smiled at me with a cane,

"My wife died early, the most painful thing in his life was this little son, there are any good things in the family to leave to him, and he spoiled him unconsciously, such a big person has never done anything, Brother Zhou, don't be like him."

"How so?"

Looking at Qin Tao, who was busy stewing chicken in the kitchen, I unconsciously hooked my lips and sneered.

Qin Tao is Widow Chen's real goal, if tonight's "negotiation" goes well, forget it, if it doesn't go well, this is likely to be Qin Tao's last meal in his life, and it's okay to eat well.

Obviously, Qin Tao didn't know the seriousness of the matter, as soon as it was dark, he couldn't wait to put the table to eat chicken, and poured me a glass of wine with a fluttering eyebrow, and said with a sly smile,

"Brother Zhou, it's all up to you this time, as long as we can solve our family's problems, I will definitely thank you in the future."

Looking at his shameless dog appearance, I sneered from the bottom of my heart, but my face was silent,

"Don't worry, I'll try my best to help, but Widow Chen is so resentful, it's still unknown whether she can negotiate tonight, don't have too much hope for me."

"Hehe, isn't she just a woman, what's there to be afraid of, ouch...... I almost forgot to get down to business, my chicken soup should be about the same. ”

Qin Tao was still giggling, and suddenly remembered that there was still soup stewed in the kitchen, so he immediately ran to get the bowl.

Father Qin saw the melancholy between my eyebrows, and asked me very uneasily, "Brother Zhou, tell me the truth, is it possible that as long as I talk to her tonight, my family will be safe?" ”

I smiled bitterly, and just wanted to say how could it be so simple, but before the words could reach my mouth, I was interrupted by a frightened scream,

"Ah......h

Father Qin and I stood up at the same time, and when we heard this scream from Qin Tao, we immediately glanced at each other and hurriedly ran to the kitchen to check the situation.

Although Father Qin scolded Qin Tao for not being a thing, he still felt sorry for this "little girl" in his heart, and asked what was wrong while running.

Qin Tao didn't answer, leaned his body against the kitchen door frame, the whole person seemed to be stupid, and pointed to the big iron pot at home tremblingly,

"Chicken, Chicken ......"

"You don't fight for something, when do you still care about that stuttering!"

Father Qin couldn't cry or laugh, scolding him for being a waste, but I sensed something through Qin Tao's frightened eyes, and quickened my pace towards the big iron pot used to stew chicken.

When I opened the lid of the pot and took a look, I was suddenly stupid, revealing the same frightened expression as Qin Tao.

I saw that in the steaming iron pot, a plucked dead chicken was still rolling in boiling water, and the miserable white chicken skin was exactly the same as when it was just put out of the pot, and it was boiled for a long time, but there was no sign of being cooked at all!

I was covered in night sweats, if I remember correctly, this chicken was put into the pot at about two o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Tao didn't know how to chop the chicken, so he threw it into the big iron pot and boiled it whole.

It's been boiling for more than three hours now, and the water vapor in the pot is gurgling out, but the chicken skin is like a car tire, and it's hard no matter how you cook it.

Father Qin also noticed that something was wrong, and asked unnaturally, "Why is this chicken not cooked?" ”

I didn't say a word, I went around to the bottom of the stove, squinted my eyes, and instantly my scalp tingled!

The firewood under the stove had long since burned out, and only a yellowed piece of paper money was still burning quietly, exuding a strange and miserable blue color.

The green light emitted by the paper money shone on my face, and it looked bleak and cold.

I took a small step back and glared at Qin Tao, who was already frightened, "Who told you to stuff the grave paper into the stewed chicken under the stove?" ”

"What, grave paper!"

Father Qin's face changed greatly, he looked down at the stove, his face was whiter than lime, and he glared at Qin Tao like me.

Qin Tao trembled and said, "No...... I didn't throw the paper in, I don't know where it came from. ”

"You're a brute, and you're hard-mouthed!"

Father Qin was so angry that he grabbed a rolling pin and whipped him, but I quickly stopped it, shaking his head with a gloomy face, "Forget it, don't blame him for this." ”

Even if Qin Tao is a bastard, he will not stew chicken with the grave paper specially offered to his ancestors, and there is only one person who can do this kind of thing.

This is Widow Chen cursing his family to destroy the door!

Father Qin was too frightened to speak, and stammered at me and said, "That, then my family ......."

"Let's talk about it when it's dark!"

I took a deep breath and returned to the place where the altar had been arranged, holding the wooden sword that had just been sharpened from a mahogany branch, but I couldn't tell if I was apprehensive.

My gut told me that tonight's negotiations must be dangerous.

But the matter has come to this point, even if you have to bite the bullet, Father Qin and Qin Tao were so frightened that they hid behind me without saying a word.

I sat quietly next to the altar, thinking about the mantras that Xuan Zhenzi had taught me over and over again, and when I was about the hour, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the courtyard of the Qin family, blowing all over the house and shaking with weeds.

The cold night breeze mixed with the gloomy white mist slowly gathered in front of the Qin family.

Here it comes!

I jumped to my feet with my mahogany sword in my hand, staring in the direction of the fog.

These dense fogs are not comparable to the poisonous miasma at the entrance of the village, and the dense fog is filled with a cold cold, as if it has entered the harsh winter in advance, and the temperature in the courtyard has begun to plummet.

The cold wind blew on my face, and my cold hair stood up, and I hurriedly shouted at Qin Tao, who was already scared,

"Burn paper, quick!"

Qin Tao was already so frightened that the six gods had no owner, and it wasn't until I pushed him hard that this kid shuddered, squatted on the edge of the brazier, and took out the lighter to light the paper money.

But strange things happened, every time the lighter was lit, it would be blown out by a cold wind, and no matter how much he tried, he couldn't ignite the dark paper.

The wind in the courtyard is blowing stronger and stronger, and the cold wind shakes the wooden planks to creak, as if a pair of invisible hands are pushing the door, opening and closing one after the other, and every time it opens and closes, there will be a cold yin air pouring in, and even the paper money in the basin is lifted and fluttered everywhere, floating all over the house.

Father Qin shouted with a pale face, "Brother Zhou, no, she, she refuses to accept our family's paper money!" ”