Chapter 45: The Third Ploy Is Still Over

In the blink of an eye, it was the third watch, the black clouds pressed the moon, and there was no rain and wind.

Old man Zhang looked at the sky and nodded secretly in his heart: The moon is dark and kills the night, and the wind is high and the sky is on fire. God help me.

Turning around, he glanced at everyone with sharp eyes, and shouted, "Are you ready?"

More than a dozen men held bundles of dry firewood and agreed in unison. The donkey man was carrying a bow in his hand, and there was a tube of scissors behind his shoulders, and an invisible murderous aura loomed in the moonlight, and he nodded to Old Man Zhang with a sinking face: "It's all ready, the real actors in the team have also been fainted in advance, and no matter how much movement there is, they won't get up." I'm just waiting for your order, Master Zhang. ”

Old man Zhang nodded, touched the swollen right half of his face, and felt ruthless in his heart: Aren't you an evil sect, tonight I will burn the entire Baihugang to the ground, see how else you can be evil!

Old man Zhang waved his hand and shouted, "Up!"

More than a dozen big men rushed out with firewood and straw, and quickly scattered their afternoon's fruits evenly around the thatched hut.

Old man Zhang waved his hand: "Shoot rockets!"

When the donkey man heard this, he bent his bow and arrows, and someone next to him ignited the arrow with a torch, and with the soft sound of the bowstring, a flame shot out from afar. Everyone had a sneer on their faces, as if they saw a raging fire appear, burning the thatched hut of the evil sect in front of them directly to ashes.

The rocket made a perfect parabola, was tied to the thatched house, and ...... and it was silently extinguished.

The smile on Old Man Zhang's face immediately stiffened.

A man scratched his head and asked, "Brother Pan, have you forgotten to apply fire oil?"

The person next to him directly slapped him and said, "You are stupid, is it good for us to come out to walk the dark darts? It is already the limit to be able to carry some simple knives and a hard bow with us, how can we bring such a thing as kerosene? That thing smells bad to hide, isn't it obvious to tell others that we are suspicious?"

"It's okay to have wine!"

"Yes, there was originally one, but didn't Zhang Ye give it to the shopkeeper to drink!"

Everyone was speechless.

Old man Zhang also felt a fever on his face, and hurriedly said: "Don't those actors have hair oil around them, specially for singing and makeup, that thing should be fine!"

Everyone felt that there was a way, and someone turned back immediately, and after a while, they trotted back with a big bag. Several people stepped forward and rummaged for a long time, and finally took out a small jar the size of a palm and handed it to the donkey leader.

With the grease, when the second rocket is lit, you can clearly feel the leap and pleasure of the flames.

With excitement, everyone watched the unfired rocket salute, watch it soar into the air, hit the thatched hut, and then go out with a click.

In the end, everyone looked at each other.

Old man Zhang went crazy and shouted: "If you can't light one or two, I don't believe that ten or twenty can't be lit!"

Thus, a bizarre scene appeared.

In the dark forest, one after another fires shot out, rushing towards the thatched house with a hideous momentum, and then extinguished aggrievedly, leaving only the arrows of the light rod, proving that it was not an illusion just now.

In the thatched house, Bing Sanzhang watched the little water ghost point with his finger outstretched, and he couldn't help but wonder while being happy, and asked, "How did you communicate with her?" This little thing has never said a complete sentence since she said two or three sentences that day, and she didn't pay attention to people at all. ”

"I didn't talk to her at all. The bronze mirror bathed in the moonlight against the door flashed, and the voice of the old ghost came out: "Water ghosts like cold and cold, the most vicious and fiery, and they will attack instinctively when they find open flames!"

"It's quite similar to a cold-blooded animal!" Bing Sanzhang looked at the little water ghost with interest, touched his chin and said, "Since the water ghost has such interesting characteristics, has anyone caught it to prevent fires before?"

“...... No one has ever had such a big heart as you! When ordinary fools see water ghosts, they are either killed on the spot or later find a mage to get rid of the demons, and it is difficult to reach the sky for peaceful coexistence, not to mention your obviously ridiculous idea. The old ghost threw out a sentence in embarrassment, and he didn't know what to say later.

Bing Sanzhang fully accepted the criticism of the old ghost, and never corrected it, sighing: "Social resources are so wasted! By the way, do you think that the size of the water ghost has obviously shrunk with his IQ, it turns out that although she looks tender, she is always a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, but now her little face is getting rounder and rounder, and she looks only about ten years old." It's a strange thing!"

The old ghost said angrily: "The water ghost is not a demon, not a ghost, not a spirit or a monster, it is a unique life form, who knows if it will be rejuvenated because of the loss of cultivation?

Bing Sanzhang said strangely: "Isn't it good for you to be like this?"

"What's good! It costs too much to maintain your body during the day, although there is a favorable location of Baihugang, but it is not a long-term solution!"

"That's right, after all, ghost possession is much more terrifying than ghost haunting. Bing Sanzhang's comprehension circuit was originally unique, and this time he was able to reach an agreement with the old ghost's thoughts, even he felt that it was rare, and nodded and promised: "Don't worry, the bread will be there!"

"I want flesh! Who wants bread!"

Bing Sanzhang despised it: "The so-called flesh is not just food for you, what is the difference between it and bread." Okay, okay, don't rush to explain to me, I'm not interested in the physiology of ghosts. Besides, there is a big drama going on in front of us, let's see what tricks these people have to play first, and we'll talk about this tomorrow!"

The old ghost snorted lightly, and it was an answer.

Outside, seeing that the rocket had no effect, Old Man Zhang's whole face darkened, and he hurriedly said: "Hurry up, shoot again, shoot quickly!"

The donkey man's face turned bitter: "Master Zhang, the arrows we brought have all been shot out!

"But the fire ...... Damn, no matter, everyone, draw your sword and rush me!"

"Huh?"

Hearing this, more than a dozen big men took a step back, and a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.

A man said: "Master Zhang, this thatched house can't be approached, have you forgotten about the evil sect two days ago? Brothers, they all remember it! Every time I move, my back hurts, and it's like being trampled on by a mule after running a hundred miles!"

The others nodded in unison, their eyes in agreement.

Old man Zhang jumped to his feet angrily, and his outstretched index finger trembled uncontrollably.

The donkey man suggested: "Master Zhang, why don't we use torches!"

"Yes, use a torch!" Old man Zhang slapped his thigh: "Light more torches!" Throw them together, if you don't succeed this time, Lao Tzu will die here!"

There is no need to get close, and everyone naturally has no opinion.