The fire burns, and this indescribable smell spreads in the air.

Xia Zhihuai covered his mouth and nose with both hands and pulled Wanwan to hide in the distance.

A wisp of swimming yin energy suddenly emerged from the black smoke.

Wanwan rushed forward immediately and grabbed the evil object that was about to escape.

"Catched."

Wanwan held the twisting yin energy in surprise, her round cat's eyes shining, and held the prey in her hand to Xia Zhihuai.

"Brother, look."

Xia Zhihuai rubbed the tip of his nose and looked at the little black loach-like thing with confusion: "What is this?"

"The curse in a doll."

"Curse?" Xia Zhihuai shivered suddenly, "Didn't this baby keep borrowing my luck?"

"Yes, but that bad guy who gave his brother something really hates his brother."

Wanwan sighed and said, "A curse is also superimposed."

No wonder Xia Zhihuai's luck was lost so quickly, and he became more and more unlucky during this period.

Xia Zhihuai's face suddenly changed, his mood became more and more serious, and his whole aura became strange.

But Wanwan was not afraid of him, so she raised her hand and touched his head: "Brother, don't be afraid, there is Wanwan."

I know she is there.

Xia Zhihuai was also secretly grateful in his heart.

He felt that Wanwan was the little angel sent by God to save him.

If Wanwan had not appeared, if Wanwan had not learned the mysterious Taoism, what would he end up?

Maybe he will die completely within three months, right?

Wanwan plated the curse into a ball, then burned a piece of talisman paper that she had drawn casually. After a while, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the living room, and the shadow slowly condensed into a solid body.

Xia Zhihuai felt a chill behind him. He looked back and looked at Huang Xikong, wearing a wide-sleeved robe, slowly walked to the balcony door.

"Why are you here?"

Xia Zhihuai was shocked. He was completely impressed by Huang Xikong. This male ghost was really strong.

It was Wanwan before, so he felt that Huang Xikong seemed vulnerable. However, after private communication with Park Yuzhou, he knew that he had definitely underestimated Huang Xikong before, because of Master Park's practice like that and spiritual energy in his hand, he would be at a disadvantage when fighting with Huang Xikong for a long time, and if he was not careful, he would die of a bad life.

Huang Xikong slightly raised his chin and brushed his sleeves: "Didn't your little girl summon me here?"

Wanwan immediately nodded in cooperation: "I came to him."

"What are you looking for him to do?" Xia Zhihuai was confused.

Wanwan ran to Huang Xikong and handed the curse in her hand to Huang Xikong.

"I want to ask you for a favor." Wanwan said bluntly.

Huang Xikong lowered his eyes and looked at the curse that was not enough to be stuck in his teeth: "It's a bit unworthy to make me go for this reward."

Wanwan puffed up her cheeks: "This is not a reward, it is a clue."

Huang Xikong raised his eyebrows wildly and said, "I am not your ghost servant."

The implication is that he will never do anything that is not good.

"Download." Wanwan took out a talisman from her pocket.

Huang Xikong raised his eyelids: "Do you use straw paper to draw talismans?"

Xia Zhihuai's mouth twitched: "This is not straw paper!"

"Isn't this straw paper?"

Huang Xikong and Xia Zhihuai are separated by a generation gap of thousands of years, and the two of them are talking to each other for a while.

Although paper was not a bargain, though a thousand years ago, Huang Xikong, who had once been a prime minister, couldn't catch his eye.

Xia Zhihuai's simple meaning is that Huang Xikong used the paper used for drawing talismans in Wanwan's hand as toilet paper.

When they were young, the piece in their hometown was called toilet paper.

Wanwan listened to the two of them saying something, and looked back and forth with curious little eyes: "Brother, aren't you afraid of him anymore?"

Xia Zhihuai was stunned for two seconds and found that Huang Xikong had nothing to be afraid of.

But the premise is that Huang Xikong will not beat him up.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to be tough.

Xia Zhihuai touched his nose in disappointment and stopped talking.

Wanwan shook the Yin-gathering Talisman in front of Huang Xikong: "Is this OK?"

"What if it's done?"

Huang Xikong immediately began to bargain, mainly because although the texture of this talisman paper looks bad, the power contained on it is indeed a great thing to nourish him.

Any creature has the instinct to seek profit and avoid harm. As a veteran thousand-year-old ghost, Huang Xikong naturally will not miss any opportunity to increase his strength.

No wonder some evil ghosts are willing to sign ghost servants with some celestial masters, especially the Maoshan Sect...

If the tribute is in place, it is easy to get fat.

Wanwan watched him take away the Yin-Gathering Talisman with a proud look and immediately stuffed the curse to him: "Help my brother catch the bad guy who cursed and borrowed luck, and just take back the refined borrowed luck items."

"I will definitely be discovered if I go." Huang Xikong said lightly.

Wanwan: "But you are a thousand-year-old ghost. Are you still afraid of those little ghosts who have not been able to do well for a hundred years?"

Huang Xikong curled his lips and smiled romantically: "Of course not."

"After I take the things back, I can draw two more Yin-gathering talismans for you." Wanwan is not a stingy person either.

Huang Xikong thought for a while: "I need another table of tribute."

He has been a ghost for many years, and although he has slept for thousands of years, he has not eaten the delicious food in the world for a long time.

Some miss it.

Xia Zhihuai sat on the stone and raised his hand: "Pack to me."

Huang Xikong looked at him meaningfully, making him look furious.

But in just a moment, Huang Xikong's tall figure turned into a black cloud and disappeared from the balcony door.

"What does his eyes mean?" Xia Zhihuai said in a little resentment.

That look of arrogant and compassionate eyes, how hateful it is!

Wanwan clapped her hands, looking innocent and confused: "I don't know, brother, you are weird every time you meet him."

“Is there any?”

Xia Zhihuai touched his cheek.

Probably not.

He simply hated Huang Xikong's look at people, being arrogant and looking down on everything.

It looks very unpleasant.

After solving the curse, Huang Xikong was asked to find the culprit and take back the magic object.

Wanwan is now light and has nothing to do. She has two white and tender fat hands behind her back, and she walks into the house like Huang Xikong.

Xia Zhihuai looked at the mess on the balcony and couldn't help but sigh, "What should I do if these things?"

The fire had been extinguished, and the ceramic dolls that were pretending to be cursed were all burned to powder at this moment.

Wanwan slowly climbed onto the sofa, turned on the TV with the remote control, and said without looking back: "Those dirty things are enough to be buried under the peach tree."

Peach trees exorcise evil spirits!

What's more, the peaches she planted must be stronger.

These remaining filthy things can be completely purified after being buried under the peach tree in one week.

The TV was turned on, and Wanwan sat upright excitedly, with her round eyes open, nodding her head and playing small beats, while humming the theme song of the Blue Fatty Cartoon with the TV: "ko

a        ko        to        yi        yi

a        de        ki        ta

a        yi        yi

a…”

Although I don't understand what the song means, the strange thing is that every syllable she hums can be shot together with the TV.

And although the pronunciation is a bit vague, it is actually basically the same as the Japanese version of the theme language.

Xia Zhihuai packed up the balcony, walked into the living room with sweat all over his head, closed the glass door, and listened to her tone, but was actually a little shocked.

This little guy has really strong imitation ability.

He has only recently started to let Wanwan watch cartoons. She is not interested in those magical fairies, but instead has a special liking for Fatty Blue.

Originally he wanted to find the Chinese version, but the first one he clicked on that day was the Japanese version, and Wanwan still watched it with relish and did not let him intervene in changing the Chinese dubbing cartoon.

Fortunately, the Japanese version has Chinese subtitles. Although he doubted whether Wanwan could recognize all the words, Wanwan has refused to watch the Chinese dubbing version so far.

In the past two days, a few very complicated Japanese words suddenly appeared in her mouth, which made her mood particularly complicated.
Chapter completed!