The two who came with Xu Baihu looked at each other and secretly made a color. They each quietly made a note in their hearts for Xu Baihu.

Standing outside the Guanfan Temple, I heard the noise, and a little beggar in his teenage years came out of the crowd and went straight to an inconspicuous house in the north of the city.

On the way, I passed a fortune-telling stall, stood aside and chatted with the fortune teller, the fortune teller wrote him a comment, the little beggar took the comment into his arms and thanked him, and when he ran to the edge of the deserted house, he looked left and right, and saw that there was no one around, so he took out a neat stack of comments from his arms, wrapped a small stone that he picked up and threw it into the courtyard, and whistled.

A sickly cough sounded in the deserted house, and the little beggar ran away quickly.

The old man in the house hunched his waist, closed his eyes and listened to the movement around him for a while, probably because there was really no one, so he quickly picked up the paper ball, threw the stone out of the wall, and sent the approval document into the inner house.

The people in the inner house finished reading the contents of the note, nodded, and quickly hurried out a letter from the family that appeared to be ordinary, and ordered the carriage that had been prepared in the backyard and the coachman in patched clothes to hurry to the south city.

The coachman nodded, took the letter, waved a whip, and then walked out of the back door slowly, and said hello to the old man who was guarding the door before going out.

Old Zhou turned around and closed the door, but out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw something sweeping over the wall.

Hurriedly rubbed his old eyes that were a little dizzy, looked at the house opposite with a little doubt, muttered a few words that the black cat of the house had run out again, closed the door, and turned back to the house.

When passing by the two-person thick locust tree, I don't know which string is wrong, and Lao Zhoutou just glanced at the canopy of the tree, which is not tight.

A man tall and green-eyed wolf was crouching on a tree branch, staring at him motionlessly. Saliva was dripping between the teeth.

The old man was so frightened that before he could cry out, the giant wolf in the tree leaped up and pinned him down.

The mouth of the blood basin opened and closed, and there was a muffled sound of a watermelon exploding. Look again, the headless corpse on the ground is bleeding and still convulsing.

The giant wolf turned around, sniffed the air, and silently followed the shadows in the corner of the wall to the front yard.

The middle door quietly opened a crack, and before the alert hunchbacked old man could turn around, the giant wolf pressed him under him again, opened his mouth and bit his head.

The man in the house, who had just drafted a letter to send out, heard the movement outside the house and came out to investigate, and as soon as he went out, he felt someone put his hands on his shoulders. When he frowned and turned around to reprimand, he was greeted by the same bloody mouth.

With such a click, the last living person in the house also went to the Netherworld.

The giant wolf sniffed left and right again, and went straight into the house, and then the wolf ran up the wall with a large seal in his mouth.

The big seal was constantly flowing down, and the giant wolf had a rich and bright red saliva in his mouth, and most of the handwriting was not clear, and only a brocade character could be faintly seen.