I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

Since old man Xu has agreed to help Luo Yunxi unravel the soul-merging technique, we don't want to make things difficult for him.

It was getting late now, so we planned to go home with old man Xu and stay overnight at his house.

After all, this village is too remote, and it takes a long time to walk to the nearest town. By the time we walk there, it will probably be dawn soon.

Old man Xu didn't refuse either, and our group first collected all the walking corpses and zombies that had been wiped out on the ground.

Except for the Hongsha who was reburied in the grave, the rest were all set on fire by the sloppy Taoist priest.

As for the rest of the corpses, we can all understand that they must have been dug up by old man Xu from the nearby graveyard and refined. How about refining his grandson into a horrible zombie like Hong Sha?

I still couldn't help asking one more question.

Old man Xu told us: "Actually, the old man didn't intend to refine his grandson into a zombie Hongsha at the beginning, but just made a kind of antiseptic measure on his body. He needed to use cinnabar and some other herbs to seal him. and draw some talismans on the body. In the past, the ancestors used to drive corpses. Sometimes they would send a corpse back to their hometown and walk for ten days and a half months in the barren mountains. If they did not embalm, the corpse It stinks within a few days, and the embalming I made for my grandson can keep the corpse from decomposing for hundreds of years. As long as it is activated with a special method, it will turn into a very powerful zombie red evil. In fact, when I When I fused my grandson's soul with that girl's soul, I expected that such a day might come, so I made preparations in advance."

In other words, this old man is also very scheming.

He has done something wrong on his own, and he will definitely be worried about the incident, so he made preparations in advance. Therefore, as soon as we arrived here, old man Xu thought that we were here to find fault, so he got out those zombies and planned to take ours. Life.

Fortunately, I cooperated tacitly with the sloppy Taoist priest, otherwise I really would have left my life here.

When we were about to walk out of this place, suddenly, something jumped out of the grass and rushed directly at the sloppy Taoist priest.

The sloppy Taoist was startled, and quickly jumped away.

I took a closer look and saw that it was the big yellow dog I had seen before, bared its teeth, and rushed towards us.

This slovenly Taoist priest was annoyed, this big yellow dog was going to attack us not once, with a flick of the lightning strike wooden sword in his hand, he was about to rush forward, saying that he wanted to eat dog meat hot pot tonight.

Old man Xu hurriedly stopped him and said: "Prince Xiaodao, please spare his life. This yellow dog is raised by my grandson. He has to visit the grave every day, so he can't be killed."

When the sloppy Taoist heard about it, he took away the lightning strike wooden sword.

"Rhubarb, go home." Old man Xu yelled, and the big yellow dog turned away and got into the grass.

Animals are spiritual, especially dogs, and it is understandable that they are loyal to their master.

Not long after, we arrived at Old Man Xu's house.

He lives alone, with three adobe houses, and his family conditions are really poor.

This old man Xu has all kinds of means, but it's a pity that he has no place to use them. If he has some bad ideas, it's easy to make some money, but he didn't do it, and he is also a respectable person.

Old man Xu went back to the house silently, and made us a meal of noodles, we were indeed hungry.

Uncle Huzi was a little worried that the old man Xu would attack us secretly, maybe poison the food, so he didn't dare to eat.

Later, when the sloppy Taoist priest and I finished eating, Uncle Hu Zi saw that we were all right, so he filled the remaining half of the pot of noodles with confidence.

After eating and drinking enough, old man Xu said: "You can make do with the room where my grandson lived before, and we and I will go to Yanbei with you."

I asked curiously: "Senior, where are your grandson's parents?"

"Also in the village, don't live with me. I brought up Pengxiang since he was a child, and he is closer to me. He would come to stay with me for a period of time during normal holidays. After he left, the room has always been empty. It’s empty, and there are still a lot of things he used in his lifetime. This kid can learn when he goes to school. He is the first college student in our village in more than 30 years. I didn’t expect it, I didn’t expect it..."

Having said that, old man Xu sighed again.

We didn't know what to persuade him, so we simply cleaned up and went back to the house to sleep.

The sloppy Taoist priest was a little worried that old man Xu would be unfavorable to us in the middle of the night, so he simply set up a small magic circle in the room.

Once someone comes in, he can be the first to sense it.

But after going through this incident, I think old man Xu has given up. He doesn't dare to take this risk, and he doesn't want to let his grandson die.

Once his sneak attack fails, the consequences can be imagined.

This room was lived in by Xu Pengxiang before his death. The room was covered with various certificates, from elementary school to middle school. They were kept on three walls and throughout the room. The room was also full of books he had when he was in school.

Uncle Huzi looked at the certificates all over the wall, and suddenly turned his head to look at me and said, "Master, tell me that you went from Yanbei Key Primary School to High School, how come I haven't seen you go home with a certificate once?"

It's coming again... It's really the pot that doesn't open and which pot to lift.

I coughed dryly in embarrassment, and said, "Uncle Huzi, I have a high moral character, so I gave someone else the chance to receive the certificate. Besides, it doesn't look good to post it at home."

"I think it's very pretty. If you can take one home when you go to school, I'll have to set off firecrackers to celebrate." Uncle Huzi said with a smile.

"Uncle Huzi, it seems like you won't be able to wait in this life. With his very stable grades, you may not be able to get one after eight years of repetition." The sloppy Taoist laughed.

"Who do you look down on? I was one place ahead of my grades once." I rolled my eyes and said.

"That was the last one who had diarrhea and didn't come to the exam. You did the second last one. It was the score given by Jumian Tidy. I remember it clearly." Uncle Hu Zi started to dig up old scores again.

"Uncle Huzi, can you stop mentioning this matter and save me some face?" I said depressedly.

Hearing this, the slovenly Taoist priest laughed so hard that tears were about to come out of his eyes.

What kind of people are these two? They always base their happiness on the painful past that I can't bear to look back on. If there is nothing to do, they will find out and have fun. Is it so funny?