Chapter 2323
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The sword can't coax the tiger head. His wife also killed the wave. He cried and nagged: "I did evil. What evil did I do in my last life? I married you Jane's family. I didn't expect to be obedient. I was frightened all day and said not to mind your brother's business. You just didn't listen. I killed the black snake god. I robbed people's house. Now is it all right? The Revenge of the black snake god is coming. If my son has something good or bad, I'll work hard with you. I won't live any more."
The little bald thief was already uneasy. He's being annoyed by his wife. Even more upset. The evil fire roared: "scream. You loser will scream. What about the howling funeral in the middle of the night? I can't run away with my son. You don't want to run. It's a big deal to be buried together."
His wife holds the tiger's head. The woman who cried was miserable.
Lin Xi couldn't listen. Brother Chen turned around and asked, "why do you see this?"
Chen xiaopang has a dignified face. I'm not sure: "little tiger head. I came up with a saying. It's called Sakura crying."
Xiaomin asked, "baby crying? What's that?"
Wait for xiaopang to consider for a moment. The organization language said: "it is recorded in my secret Dharma. There are five kinds of eyes in the world. The heavenly eye, the wise eye, the Buddha Eye and the naked eye say that children are before the age of three. Because the celestial cover on the forehead is not closed, it fluctuates with their breathing. It is commonly known as the respiratory cover. In my secret Dharma, it is called the small magic eye."
"The little magic eye is not a real eye. It is not a magical power of Buddhism. It can't see things. It is a place to release Yang Qi. It can feel things that ordinary people can't see, such as ghosts. After they are sensed by the little magic eye, they will form in the child's mind as if they were seen by the truth. So it is said in many places. Babies can see dirty things. The reason is the little magic eye."
"People are different from ghosts. Even if tiger head sees a ghost, the ghost dare not come to him. Only the legendary nightmare spirit has this strange ability."
His wife stopped crying. "What is nightmare spirit?" he asked hurriedly
Chen xiaopang explained, "Yanling is also a kind of evil spirit. It scares children. It's haunted by nightmares. Only Xiaofan can see it. It's only used for children. Adults have too much yang. They don't dare to approach at all."
There was a murmur. Did little tiger see the man. Is it the spirit of resentment? But it's not right. They have so many adults. He and Xiaomi are practitioners again. The Qi and blood are strong and the evil spirit is entangled. What kind of wronged soul, Yanni? Dare to trouble them.
And Lin Xi still doesn't understand. What is the so-called evil spirit and fierce ghost? How was it formed? Is it also the queen of heaven and earth? The legacy of the mythical age?
The little rabbit listened to Chen xiaopang's explanation. Suddenly trembled: "little immortal. Don't scare us. If I add you, you really will. Why are we all right?"
Chen xiaopang rolled his eyes and said, "are you stupid? We have so many people together. And brother min is a big bodyguard. He is full of Yang Qi and evil spirit. Which ghost dares to come to us? Didn't xiaohutou say it? As soon as we entered your house, the man disappeared from the wall. I see. He just scared the little devil. And even if there are ghosts. We can't see him except xiaohutou."
The thief was in a hurry: "what should I do? The little tiger head cried like this. Can't he cry to death?"
Hear the word death. His wife then wailed, "my poor son. Your life is so hard."
Xiaomi couldn't bear it and asked for instructions to contact: "boss. Can you find a way to cure him? Just keep him from crying. If this goes on, something will happen. “
Lingxi didn't respond. Instead, he looked at Chen xiaopang. He is not incurable. But to see the emperor. A descendant of Cheng Tuan's ancestors. Is there a way to deal with it?
He wanted to take this opportunity to find out. What the hell is a ghost? But on second thought. Lin Xi was afraid again. Since when? He also believes in ghosts. It's incredible.
Chen xiaopang was lost in thought. Seems to be thinking about ways. The little bald thief thought he was helpless. He was so anxious that his wife kept crying and said that the little tiger head was implicated by him. Kill the black snake at noon. Revenge came at night. If you pick the door tomorrow. Their family is going to die. Dead, forget it.
After a while. The little tiger thief's cry gradually weakened, and the little rabbit was too anxious: "the little tiger head is about to cry. No, I'm taking him to the hospital. Find a doctor to show him. “
Her wife shouted, "the nearest hospital is in the town. It's 20 kilometers away from here, and it's still No. 3. Don't you die when you walk at night? If you have a long and short life, how can we live?"
Look at the red face of the little tiger's head crying, it seems to have reached the limit. Lingxi is preparing to rescue. But Chen xiaopang suddenly said, "I have a way. There is a way to cure it."
The little bald thief wept with joy: "little immortal. Do you really have a way?"
When is it? It's good to have a way to cure it. He is still in the mood to question. His wife grabbed him and begged Chen xiaopang, "his mouth stinks. Unable to speak. Don't be angry, immortal. Come on, help little tiger head. He'll die later. "
Lin Xi was also quite surprised. It seems that this young imperial master. There are really some reading methods.
Chen xiaopang is young and vigorous. But there are also measures. Immediately said, "do you have red silk thread in your house?"
His wife nodded busily, "is the thread for sewing clothes OK?"
Chen xiaopang said, "yes. Hurry to get it and bring the needle."
His wife gave the tiger's head to the rabbit. Turned into the inner room and rummaged through the boxes. Take out a roll of needle and thread.
Chen xiaopang took over the needle and thread. Raise the wrist of the tiger's head. Wrap the slender red thread around the second knuckle of his left index finger. After checking. Take out the cigarette lighter. Burn the needle of the embroidery needle. It's detoxified. Then hold the index finger of the first section of the small bone. Gently pricked a needle. The blood immediately flowed out. Flowing down his fingers. It's on the red line.
When you're done. Chen xiaopang returned the needle to his wife. Hold your head high and say, "I'm finished. It'll be ready in two minutes. “
The crowd was stunned. Look at Chen xiaopang. Look at the tiger head. I don't know what to say. Lin Xi's face is even more strange. That's it. Can it work?
He didn't know that Chen xiaopang was also beating drums in his heart. Although he inherited his family school from childhood. But after all, he has never been out of the Jianghu. No practice. Just follow the way of inheritance. It's just drawing a tiger from a cat. Does it work or not? He has no spectrum in his heart.
But unexpectedly, it was less than two minutes. The little tiger's cry is getting smaller and smaller. It really stopped. Lie on the rabbit's shoulder. Fell asleep.
Chenxiaopang saw that the method worked. Hold your head up immediately. Like a general who won a war. More daring. I want to inherit my family. Indeed, it deserves its reputation
Lin Xi was also stunned and had to admit: "the inheritance of Chen Tuan's ancestors. It really deserves its reputation. The ability to become brothers. It's amazing. It's amazing."
The couple of little bald thieves were even more ecstatic. Those who can get it kneel and worship: "Xiaoxian saved xiaohutou. Great kindness and kindness. We will never forget. Thank you, thank you."
Chen xiaopang helped them up. Pretending to pose: "you're welcome, you're welcome. Go to the art of bending and binding red. It's just a small magic skill of our Chen family. When you find Jian Tianhua's grave, let's show you the real means of my family."
After hearing this, Lin Xi couldn't help laughing. But I murmured again. This is the so-called art of Fuhong. It looks extremely simple. But it really works for ghosts. The inheritance of our ancestors. Sure enough, some are presumptuous.
That is to say. The little pain was really found by the ghost. There are ghosts in the world.
Looks like a chance. Look at Chen xiaopang's tone.
After stopping the crying of the little tiger's head. His wife took a small bone. First go back to the inner room to have a rest, while Lin Xi and them continue to discuss. Tomorrow's action plan. A thief took someone. To tear down the door of the house. His wife went to ask Mingshu, and uncle bum took them. Go up the mountain to find Jian Tianhua's burial place.
After discussion. It's getting late. They all went back to rest.
But the thief is at home. It's a typical rural house. There are not enough beds. And dare not neglect Chen xiaopang. so The old woman held the tiger's head. Went to the neighbor's house to borrow. Chen xiaopang lives in the back room with him. Lin Xi and Xiao min. The broken halberd is in another inner room.
At midnight. The moon is in the middle of the sky. The moon is like a hook. Everything is hazy. It's freezing.
Chen xiaopang drank too much water at night. Wake up with urine in the middle of the night. Get out of bed and pee vaguely. When he got up, he found. The little bald thief sleeping on the other side is gone.
He didn't think much. Thought the little rabbit went to pee, and turned on the light. Get out of the back room. The door of the main room was really open, and then came to the outside of the toilet. Waiting for the rabbit thief to come out. But after a few minutes. There was no movement in the toilet. Gusts of cold wind roared in. The cold Chen xiaopang only shivered. I can't hold my urine anymore.
The toilet was dark and no one spoke.
"Little rabbit. You say a word."
Chen xiaopang patted the door again. But there was still no movement inside, so he pushed the door open and went in.
When you go in. Chen xiaopang was surprised to find. There's no one in the bathroom. He was suddenly inspired. No sleep at all. There's only one idea left. It's midnight. The little bald thief is not in the toilet. Where did he go?
But he can't hold it in his urine. I can't manage so much for the time being. Untie your belt quickly. It's important to release the pressure.
Pee out. Chen xiaopang is going back to sleep. Inadvertently. The light from the corner of his eye was not beside the door. A black figure appeared. In a flash.
It happened that a cold wind came. Chen xiaopang gave another pep talk. Turn around and look at the corner next to the gate. There was a dark figure there. Is turning his back on him.
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The sword can't coax the tiger head. His wife also killed the wave. He cried and nagged: "I did evil. What evil did I do in my last life? I married you Jane's family. I didn't expect to be obedient. I was frightened all day and said not to mind your brother's business. You just didn't listen. I killed the black snake god. I robbed people's house. Now is it all right? The Revenge of the black snake god is coming. If my son has something good or bad, I'll work hard with you. I won't live any more."
The little bald thief was already uneasy. He's being annoyed by his wife. Even more upset. The evil fire roared: "scream. You loser will scream. What about the howling funeral in the middle of the night? I can't run away with my son. You don't want to run. It's a big deal to be buried together."
His wife holds the tiger's head. The woman who cried was miserable.
Lin Xi couldn't listen. Brother Chen turned around and asked, "why do you see this?"
Chen xiaopang has a dignified face. I'm not sure: "little tiger head. I came up with a saying. It's called Sakura crying."
Xiaomin asked, "baby crying? What's that?"
Wait for xiaopang to consider for a moment. The organization language said: "it is recorded in my secret Dharma. There are five kinds of eyes in the world. The heavenly eye, the wise eye, the Buddha Eye and the naked eye say that children are before the age of three. Because the celestial cover on the forehead is not closed, it fluctuates with their breathing. It is commonly known as the respiratory cover. In my secret Dharma, it is called the small magic eye."
"The little magic eye is not a real eye. It is not a magical power of Buddhism. It can't see things. It is a place to release Yang Qi. It can feel things that ordinary people can't see, such as ghosts. After they are sensed by the little magic eye, they will form in the child's mind as if they were seen by the truth. So it is said in many places. Babies can see dirty things. The reason is the little magic eye."
"People are different from ghosts. Even if tiger head sees a ghost, the ghost dare not come to him. Only the legendary nightmare spirit has this strange ability."
His wife stopped crying. "What is nightmare spirit?" he asked hurriedly
Chen xiaopang explained, "Yanling is also a kind of evil spirit. It scares children. It's haunted by nightmares. Only Xiaofan can see it. It's only used for children. Adults have too much yang. They don't dare to approach at all."
There was a murmur. Did little tiger see the man. Is it the spirit of resentment? But it's not right. They have so many adults. He and Xiaomi are practitioners again. The Qi and blood are strong and the evil spirit is entangled. What kind of wronged soul, Yanni? Dare to trouble them.
And Lin Xi still doesn't understand. What is the so-called evil spirit and fierce ghost? How was it formed? Is it also the queen of heaven and earth? The legacy of the mythical age?
The little rabbit listened to Chen xiaopang's explanation. Suddenly trembled: "little immortal. Don't scare us. If I add you, you really will. Why are we all right?"
Chen xiaopang rolled his eyes and said, "are you stupid? We have so many people together. And brother min is a big bodyguard. He is full of Yang Qi and evil spirit. Which ghost dares to come to us? Didn't xiaohutou say it? As soon as we entered your house, the man disappeared from the wall. I see. He just scared the little devil. And even if there are ghosts. We can't see him except xiaohutou."
The thief was in a hurry: "what should I do? The little tiger head cried like this. Can't he cry to death?"
Hear the word death. His wife then wailed, "my poor son. Your life is so hard."
Xiaomi couldn't bear it and asked for instructions to contact: "boss. Can you find a way to cure him? Just keep him from crying. If this goes on, something will happen. “
Lingxi didn't respond. Instead, he looked at Chen xiaopang. He is not incurable. But to see the emperor. A descendant of Cheng Tuan's ancestors. Is there a way to deal with it?
He wanted to take this opportunity to find out. What the hell is a ghost? But on second thought. Lin Xi was afraid again. Since when? He also believes in ghosts. It's incredible.
Chen xiaopang was lost in thought. Seems to be thinking about ways. The little bald thief thought he was helpless. He was so anxious that his wife kept crying and said that the little tiger head was implicated by him. Kill the black snake at noon. Revenge came at night. If you pick the door tomorrow. Their family is going to die. Dead, forget it.
After a while. The little tiger thief's cry gradually weakened, and the little rabbit was too anxious: "the little tiger head is about to cry. No, I'm taking him to the hospital. Find a doctor to show him. “
Her wife shouted, "the nearest hospital is in the town. It's 20 kilometers away from here, and it's still No. 3. Don't you die when you walk at night? If you have a long and short life, how can we live?"
Look at the red face of the little tiger's head crying, it seems to have reached the limit. Lingxi is preparing to rescue. But Chen xiaopang suddenly said, "I have a way. There is a way to cure it."
The little bald thief wept with joy: "little immortal. Do you really have a way?"
When is it? It's good to have a way to cure it. He is still in the mood to question. His wife grabbed him and begged Chen xiaopang, "his mouth stinks. Unable to speak. Don't be angry, immortal. Come on, help little tiger head. He'll die later. "
Lin Xi was also quite surprised. It seems that this young imperial master. There are really some reading methods.
Chen xiaopang is young and vigorous. But there are also measures. Immediately said, "do you have red silk thread in your house?"
His wife nodded busily, "is the thread for sewing clothes OK?"
Chen xiaopang said, "yes. Hurry to get it and bring the needle."
His wife gave the tiger's head to the rabbit. Turned into the inner room and rummaged through the boxes. Take out a roll of needle and thread.
Chen xiaopang took over the needle and thread. Raise the wrist of the tiger's head. Wrap the slender red thread around the second knuckle of his left index finger. After checking. Take out the cigarette lighter. Burn the needle of the embroidery needle. It's detoxified. Then hold the index finger of the first section of the small bone. Gently pricked a needle. The blood immediately flowed out. Flowing down his fingers. It's on the red line.
When you're done. Chen xiaopang returned the needle to his wife. Hold your head high and say, "I'm finished. It'll be ready in two minutes. “
The crowd was stunned. Look at Chen xiaopang. Look at the tiger head. I don't know what to say. Lin Xi's face is even more strange. That's it. Can it work?
He didn't know that Chen xiaopang was also beating drums in his heart. Although he inherited his family school from childhood. But after all, he has never been out of the Jianghu. No practice. Just follow the way of inheritance. It's just drawing a tiger from a cat. Does it work or not? He has no spectrum in his heart.
But unexpectedly, it was less than two minutes. The little tiger's cry is getting smaller and smaller. It really stopped. Lie on the rabbit's shoulder. Fell asleep.
Chenxiaopang saw that the method worked. Hold your head up immediately. Like a general who won a war. More daring. I want to inherit my family. Indeed, it deserves its reputation
Lin Xi was also stunned and had to admit: "the inheritance of Chen Tuan's ancestors. It really deserves its reputation. The ability to become brothers. It's amazing. It's amazing."
The couple of little bald thieves were even more ecstatic. Those who can get it kneel and worship: "Xiaoxian saved xiaohutou. Great kindness and kindness. We will never forget. Thank you, thank you."
Chen xiaopang helped them up. Pretending to pose: "you're welcome, you're welcome. Go to the art of bending and binding red. It's just a small magic skill of our Chen family. When you find Jian Tianhua's grave, let's show you the real means of my family."
After hearing this, Lin Xi couldn't help laughing. But I murmured again. This is the so-called art of Fuhong. It looks extremely simple. But it really works for ghosts. The inheritance of our ancestors. Sure enough, some are presumptuous.
That is to say. The little pain was really found by the ghost. There are ghosts in the world.
Looks like a chance. Look at Chen xiaopang's tone.
After stopping the crying of the little tiger's head. His wife took a small bone. First go back to the inner room to have a rest, while Lin Xi and them continue to discuss. Tomorrow's action plan. A thief took someone. To tear down the door of the house. His wife went to ask Mingshu, and uncle bum took them. Go up the mountain to find Jian Tianhua's burial place.
After discussion. It's getting late. They all went back to rest.
But the thief is at home. It's a typical rural house. There are not enough beds. And dare not neglect Chen xiaopang. so The old woman held the tiger's head. Went to the neighbor's house to borrow. Chen xiaopang lives in the back room with him. Lin Xi and Xiao min. The broken halberd is in another inner room.
At midnight. The moon is in the middle of the sky. The moon is like a hook. Everything is hazy. It's freezing.
Chen xiaopang drank too much water at night. Wake up with urine in the middle of the night. Get out of bed and pee vaguely. When he got up, he found. The little bald thief sleeping on the other side is gone.
He didn't think much. Thought the little rabbit went to pee, and turned on the light. Get out of the back room. The door of the main room was really open, and then came to the outside of the toilet. Waiting for the rabbit thief to come out. But after a few minutes. There was no movement in the toilet. Gusts of cold wind roared in. The cold Chen xiaopang only shivered. I can't hold my urine anymore.
The toilet was dark and no one spoke.
"Little rabbit. You say a word."
Chen xiaopang patted the door again. But there was still no movement inside, so he pushed the door open and went in.
When you go in. Chen xiaopang was surprised to find. There's no one in the bathroom. He was suddenly inspired. No sleep at all. There's only one idea left. It's midnight. The little bald thief is not in the toilet. Where did he go?
But he can't hold it in his urine. I can't manage so much for the time being. Untie your belt quickly. It's important to release the pressure.
Pee out. Chen xiaopang is going back to sleep. Inadvertently. The light from the corner of his eye was not beside the door. A black figure appeared. In a flash.
It happened that a cold wind came. Chen xiaopang gave another pep talk. Turn around and look at the corner next to the gate. There was a dark figure there. Is turning his back on him.
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The sword can't coax the tiger head. His wife also killed the wave. He cried and nagged: "I did evil. What evil did I do in my last life? I married you Jane's family. I didn't expect to be obedient. I was frightened all day and said not to mind your brother's business. You just didn't listen. I killed the black snake god. I robbed people's house. Now is it all right? The Revenge of the black snake god is coming. If my son has something good or bad, I'll work hard with you. I won't live any more."The little bald thief was already uneasy. He's being annoyed by his wife. Even more upset. The evil fire roared: "scream. You loser will scream. What about the howling funeral in the middle of the night? I can't run away with my son. You don't want to run. It's a big deal to be buried together."His wife holds the tiger's head. The woman who cried was miserable.Lin Xi couldn't listen. Brother Chen turned around and asked, "why do you see this?"Chen xiaopang has a dignified face. I'm not sure: "little tiger head. I came up with a saying. It's called Sakura crying."Xiaomin asked, "baby crying? What's that?"Wait for xiaopang to consider for a moment. The organization language said: "it is recorded in my secret Dharma. There are five kinds of eyes in the world. The heavenly eye, the wise eye, the Buddha Eye and the naked eye say that children are before the age of three. Because the celestial cover on the forehead is not closed, it fluctuates with their breathing. It is commonly known as the respiratory cover. In my secret Dharma, it is called the small magic eye.""The little magic eye is not a real eye. It is not a magical power of Buddhism. It can't see things. It is a place to release Yang Qi. It can feel things that ordinary people can't see, such as ghosts. After they are sensed by the little magic eye, they will form in the child's mind as if they were seen by the truth. So it is said in many places. Babies can see dirty things. The reason is the little magic eye.""People are different from ghosts. Even if tiger head sees a ghost, the ghost dare not come to him. Only the legendary nightmare spirit has this strange ability."His wife stopped crying. "What is nightmare spirit?" he asked hurriedlyChen xiaopang explained, "Yanling is also a kind of evil spirit. It scares children. It's haunted by nightmares. Only Xiaofan can see it. It's only used for children. Adults have too much yang. They don't dare to approach at all."There was a murmur. Did little tiger see the man. Is it the spirit of resentment? But it's not right. They have so many adults. He and Xiaomi are practitioners again. The Qi and blood are strong and the evil spirit is entangled. What kind of wronged soul, Yanni? Dare to trouble them.And Lin Xi still doesn't understand. What is the so-called evil spirit and fierce ghost? How was it formed? Is it also the queen of heaven and earth? The legacy of the mythical age?The little rabbit listened to Chen xiaopang's explanation. Suddenly trembled: "little immortal. Don't scare us. If I add you, you really will. Why are we all right?"Chen xiaopang rolled his eyes and said, "are you stupid? We have so many people together. And brother min is a big bodyguard. He is full of Yang Qi and evil spirit. Which ghost dares to come to us? Didn't xiaohutou say it? As soon as we entered your house, the man disappeared from the wall. I see. He just scared the little devil. And even if there are ghosts. We can't see him except xiaohutou."The thief was in a hurry: "what should I do? The little tiger head cried like this. Can't he cry to death?"Hear the word death. His wife then wailed, "my poor son. Your life is so hard."Xiaomi couldn't bear it and asked for instructions to contact: "boss. Can you find a way to cure him? Just keep him from crying. If this goes on, something will happen. Lingxi didn't respond. Instead, he looked at Chen xiaopang. He is not incurable. But to see the emperor. A descendant of Cheng Tuan's ancestors. Is there a way to deal with it?He wanted to take this opportunity to find out. What the hell is a ghost? But on second thought. Lin Xi was afraid again. Since when? He also believes in ghosts. It's incredible.Chen xiaopang was lost in thought. Seems to be thinking about ways. The little bald thief thought he was helpless. He was so anxious that his wife kept crying and said that the little tiger head was implicated by him. Kill the black snake at noon. Revenge came at night. If you pick the door tomorrow. Their family is going to die. Dead, forget it.After a while. The little tiger thief's cry gradually weakened, and the little rabbit was too anxious: "the little tiger head is about to cry. No, I'm taking him to the hospital. Find a doctor to show him. Her wife shouted, "the nearest hospital is in the town. It's 20 kilometers away from here, and it's still No. 3. Don't you die when you walk at night? If you have a long and short life, how can we live?"Look at the red face of the little tiger's head crying, it seems to have reached the limit. Lingxi is preparing to rescue. But Chen xiaopang suddenly said, "I have a way. There is a way to cure it."The little bald thief wept with joy: "little immortal. Do you really have a way?"When is it? It's good to have a way to cure it. He is still in the mood to question. His wife grabbed him and begged Chen xiaopang, "his mouth stinks. Unable to speak. Don't be angry, immortal. Come on, help little tiger head. He'll die later. "Lin Xi was also quite surprised. It seems that this young imperial master. There are really some reading methods.Chen xiaopang is young and vigorous. But there are also measures. Immediately said, "do you have red silk thread in your house?"His wife nodded busily, "is the thread for sewing clothes OK?"Chen xiaopang said, "yes. Hurry to get it and bring the needle."His wife gave the tiger's head to the rabbit. Turned into the inner room and rummaged through the boxes. Take out a roll of needle and thread.Chen xiaopang took over the needle and thread. Raise the wrist of the tiger's head. Wrap the slender red thread around the second knuckle of his left index finger. After checking. Take out the cigarette lighter. Burn the needle of the embroidery needle. It's detoxified. Then hold the index finger of the first section of the small bone. Gently pricked a needle. The blood immediately flowed out. Flowing down his fingers. It's on the red line.When you're done. Chen xiaopang returned the needle to his wife. Hold your head high and say, "I'm finished. It'll be ready in two minutes. The crowd was stunned. Look at Chen xiaopang. Look at the tiger head. I don't know what to say. Lin Xi's face is even more strange. That's it. Can it work?He didn't know that Chen xiaopang was also beating drums in his heart. Although he inherited his family school from childhood. But after all, he has never been out of the Jianghu. No practice. Just follow the way of inheritance. It's just drawing a tiger from a cat. Does it work or not? He has no spectrum in his heart.But unexpectedly, it was less than two minutes. The little tiger's cry is getting smaller and smaller. It really stopped. Lie on the rabbit's shoulder. Fell asleep.Chenxiaopang saw that the method worked. Hold your head up immediately. Like a general who won a war. More daring. I want to inherit my family. Indeed, it deserves its reputationLin Xi was also stunned and had to admit: "the inheritance of Chen Tuan's ancestors. It really deserves its reputation. The ability to become brothers. It's amazing. It's amazing."The couple of little bald thieves were even more ecstatic. Those who can get it kneel and worship: "Xiaoxian saved xiaohutou. Great kindness and kindness. We will never forget. Thank you, thank you."Chen xiaopang helped them up. Pretending to pose: "you're welcome, you're welcome. Go to the art of bending and binding red. It's just a small magic skill of our Chen family. When you find Jian Tianhua's grave, let's show you the real means of my family."After hearing this, Lin Xi couldn't help laughing. But I murmured again. This is the so-called art of Fuhong. It looks extremely simple. But it really works for ghosts. The inheritance of our ancestors. Sure enough, some are presumptuous.That is to say. The little pain was really found by the ghost. There are ghosts in the world.Looks like a chance. Look at Chen xiaopang's tone.After stopping the crying of the little tiger's head. His wife took a small bone. First go back to the inner room to have a rest, while Lin Xi and them continue to discuss. Tomorrow's action plan. A thief took someone. To tear down the door of the house. His wife went to ask Mingshu, and uncle bum took them. Go up the mountain to find Jian Tianhua's burial place.After discussion. It's getting late. They all went back to rest.But the thief is at home. It's a typical rural house. There are not enough beds. And dare not neglect Chen xiaopang. so The old woman held the tiger's head. Went to the neighbor's house to borrow. Chen xiaopang lives in the back room with him. Lin Xi and Xiao min. The broken halberd is in another inner room.At midnight. The moon is in the middle of the sky. The moon is like a hook. Everything is hazy. It's freezing.Chen xiaopang drank too much water at night. Wake up with urine in the middle of the night. Get out of bed and pee vaguely. When he got up, he found. The little bald thief sleeping on the other side is gone.He didn't think much. Thought the little rabbit went to pee, and turned on the light. Get out of the back room. The door of the main room was really open, and then came to the outside of the toilet. Waiting for the rabbit thief to come out. But after a few minutes. There was no movement in the toilet. Gusts of cold wind roared in. The cold Chen xiaopang only shivered. I can't hold my urine anymore.The toilet was dark and no one spoke."Little rabbit. You say a word."Chen xiaopang patted the door again. But there was still no movement inside, so he pushed the door open and went in.When you go in. Chen xiaopang was surprised to find. There's no one in the bathroom. He was suddenly inspired. No sleep at all. There's only one idea left. It's midnight. The little bald thief is not in the toilet. Where did he go?But he can't hold it in his urine. I can't manage so much for the time being. Untie your belt quickly. It's important to release the pressure.Pee out. Chen xiaopang is going back to sleep. Inadvertently. The light from the corner of his eye was not beside the door. A black figure appeared. In a flash.It happened that a cold wind came. Chen xiaopang gave another pep talk. Turn around and look at the corner next to the gate. There was a dark figure there. 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