Wanwan took out the doll that Hei Wuchang gave her, and Huang Xikong suddenly stood up and floated out of the window: "I'll go out for a walk first."

Xia Zhihuai looked at Huang Xikong and disappeared in a blink of an eye, and chuckled, "Why do he always run away when you are looking for a ghost servant?"

Wanwan withdrew her gaze, not at all surprised.

"He is a lonely ghost on the underworld's escape list, so of course he doesn't want to meet a ghost man head-on."

"He has been a thousand-year-old ghost, and ordinary ghost servants should not be able to deal with him, right?" Xia Zhihuai pondered.

Wanwan nodded: "Often ghosts are really unable to deal with him, but they will record him on the case after they meet him. Once they are on the underworld's list of evil ghosts, even the emperor's grandmother, the King of Hell will not be particularly kind. Moreover, the underworld has a special tolerance to arrest such ghosts who missed the net, and resist the arrest. When they are in the underworld, they will be sentenced to heavier sentences after they are in the underworld."

"Huang Xikong's situation is special, so he should take a look at his discretion?"

Maybe, but Wanwan didn't care about this, and had already injected the spiritual energy into the doll, and said with a flat mouth: "He doesn't want to go to the underworld now, nor does he want to meet a ghost man. He should want to take revenge."

"Avenge?" Xia Zhihuai was a little confused. "He has been dead for thousands of years, and his enemy must have died long ago. He should go to the underworld to find revenge."

Wanwan shook her head with her lips pursed.

She heard this from the little ghost in the ghost that day.

Uncle Huang's enemy did not go to the underworld, and should have been stranded in the human world, or... in the Jin tomb that has not been fully protected and excavated.

Emperor Xu did many evil deeds during his lifetime, so how dare he go to the underworld to report after his death?

So before he dies, he will definitely try his best to avoid the ghost messenger who will collect his soul after he dies.

Huang Xikong had been a minister of Emperor Xu and had also slept with him. Naturally, he could guess Emperor Xu's thoughts.

The mortal enemy is still in the world, how could Huang Xikong go to the underworld to be reincarnated?

He was absolutely unwilling to kill his wife and the culprit of his fellow tribe and was at large.

The temperature inside the house dropped, and Xia Zhihuai knew that the ghost messenger had arrived and did not continue to ask.

Fan Wujiu was wearing a black robe and stood in the living room with a black seductive rope wrapped around his arms.

"I've seen a little adult."

Wanwan looked at Fan Wujiu and immediately smiled: "Hello Uncle Fan."

"What's the matter with the little man?"

Wanwan dragged the unlucky guy squatting in the corner to her: "Catch a unlucky guy."

Fan Wujiu put the soul-catching rope around the unlucky ghost's neck, took out the tablet and swept it: "Richard, isn't your life over?"

Life is not over?

Fan Wujiu's originally gentle expression suddenly became serious.

"Is he killed by a practitioner?" Fan Wujiu asked.

Wanwan shook her head: "I don't know this. I caught it because my brother was taken out of the fortune-telling technique some time ago. This unlucky guy kept following him and couldn't drive him away no matter how he did."

Fan Wujiu checked the unlucky guy: "It no longer has the sense of autonomy."

Wanwan nodded and told him the previous analysis truthfully: "It should have been caught and refined into a low-level ghost servant, but our sect doesn't have many useful clues now."

Let’s hide the evil spirit’s affairs first, otherwise the evil ghost uncle will be exposed.

"Who is the person who gave your brother the lent fortune technique?" Fan Wujiu felt that this matter must be investigated.

There are not many people who practice the mystery and practice Taoism, but their strengths are not something that ordinary people can resist. Once a black sheep appears, it will inevitably cause more people to die innocently within the scope, which is a very serious matter for the underworld.

Xia Zhihuai said by himself: "It's a colleague of mine before, named Huo Zhe."

"I will take this unlucky ghost back first and report to the Queen of Hell that the ghost messenger will be sent to investigate."

Wanwan immediately nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work in Uncle Fan."

After seeing Fan Wujiu off, Xia Zhihuai and Wanwan finally settled.

Xia Zhihuai touched the temperature of the bottle and bounced Wanwan's forehead: "Go and wash your hands, and then drink the milk."

Wanwan touched her forehead, and dadada ran to the bathroom to rush her hands.

After returning, Huang Xikong had already sat on the sofa again, just like a second uncle, completely treating this place as his territory.

Xia Zhihuai carried Wanwan to the sofa and sat down, and handed her the bottle.

Wanwan immediately hugged the warm milk with both hands and stared at Huang Xikong tons.

"What are you watching?" Huang Xikong turned the TV back to the cartoon and asked with some displeasure.

Wanwan: "When are you going to take revenge?"

Huang Xikong: "I don't know."

Wanwan: "Do you want to stay at my house all the time?"

Huang Xikong: "I will help you with your work. You will take care of your food and accommodation. What's the problem?"

"You just got me a pendant. It's enough for me to pay you three Yin-gathering Talismans."

Huang Xikong stared at her from a high position: "I'm still missing a big meal, and I'm also catching the unlucky guy."

Wanwan was not convinced and didn't need him to take action. In fact, she could easily catch the unlucky person.

"You can't be too ungrateful."

Huang Xikong raised his hand and knocked on her forehead. He felt that the place where he touched was burning, so he immediately shrank back.

Wanwan doesn't want to support him.

Because it is not easy for my brother to raise her.

But this evil ghost is not good for childbirth, and it feels that fighting is not good, so it's just a waste of time to rely on them.

Xia Zhihuai walked out of the kitchen with beer and nestled on the sofa and said, "Are you having midnight snacks now, or are you going to order a table of takeout for you tomorrow?"

Huang Xikong thought about it: "Can't you want it all?"

"I think you are in a bad mood and can drink with you." Huang Xikong sincerely suggested.

Xia Zhihuai is indeed a little depressed at this moment, but he has no particularly good friends, especially when he is in a downturn, he will definitely be photographed by the media when he goes out to drink.

"Then I'll have some more late-night snacks."

Xia Zhihuai doesn't want to manage his figure anymore.

His career has now stopped at the bottom, and he still has a long way to go to return to his heyday. Let's indulge it today.

Wanwan knew she was not qualified to drink, so she raised the bottle: "Brother, I can drink with you!"

Xia Zhihuai couldn't help laughing: "Yes, what do you want to eat?"

Wanwan immediately came to her senses, crawled over from the sofa, and sat beside him and looked at her phone.

Huang Xikong was also very curious, floated behind the two of them, and poked his head to look at the mobile phone interface in his hand.

"Put this barbecue tendon a little."

"And this, roasted eggplant and green pepper..."

"I want to eat 60."

"Give some grilled fish and snails?"

The two of them were crowded together and arguing endlessly.

After Xia Zhihuai placed an order, he looked at the list with a lot of things and couldn't help but feel black.

"So much, can we finish eating?"

"I can finish eating." Wanwan patted her belly and promised, then pointed at Huang Xikong, "Just Uncle Ao Gui ordered the most."

"No matter how much you eat the tribute, you won't feel full." Huang Xikong said proudly.

"But it's a waste." Wanwan knocked on the sofa and accused.

All my brother's small money was spent.

Huang Xikong: "I am drinking with your brother to relieve my worries and boredom."

Wanwan: "Eat and drink freely."

Xia Zhihuai rolled his eyes: "I thank you very much."

Huang Xikong floated on the sofa and sat down: "You're welcome."

Xia Zhihuai was speechless:...Shameless, this guy.

"Can you find out what can you find out if the ghost messenger is sent to investigate Huo Zhe?"

When the midnight snack was over, Xia Zhihuai remembered what had just happened and couldn't help but raise his doubts.

Huang Xikong shook his head: "It is hard for ghosts to interfere with human affairs. They should go to the Taoist sect to investigate this matter in the end."

"Huo Zhe can't see evil magic, he can't see evil spirits in his hands... where should he get it from?"

Huang Xikong curled his lips: "Absolute."

Wanwan watches cartoons without interrupting.

"If the Taoist sect really wants to find out the truth, it may be possible to dig out the radish and bring out the mud and catch several big fish."

Huang Xikong hates these evil practitioners and the mysterious way of doing things the most.

He thought that if he died, he would be punished. At least the dust would return to the earth. Those bad things would be settled when they arrived in the underworld.

But I never expected that Emperor Xu had found so many unjust practitioners who practiced Taoism and used such sinister methods to seal his soul in the tomb, and he would not be born for a thousand years.

This hatred has long been irreconcilable.
Chapter completed!