While everyone was joking, the fat man also returned to his hometown and came straight to my house. He happened to meet us at the intersection.

This guy's parents are very busy, and no one cares about him when he returns, so he simply comes to us, which is more lively.

Say goodbye to uncles and aunts, we pedestrians happily returned to the old house under the atmosphere of the fat man's whole live treasure.

After entering the door, only Ren Shuai sat in the main hall holding his supernatural power and looked at it. After not seeing him for a few days, this guy's strength increased again, making people speechless about this weirdo.

"Haha, boss, I miss you so much! And my sister-in-law!" Ren Shuai saw me, threw his phone and rushed over excitedly, hanging it on me like an octopus.

"Damn it, do you want to be so intimate? You kid are very brave. Even your sister-in-law dares to think about it. You're tired of living!" Fatty guy was not surprised. He started to bicker when he met Ren Shuai, just like Mei Liangxin.

Sure enough, Ren Shuai gave up on me and started a verbal battle with the fat man. These two guys who once colluded to create evil-proof objects kept quarreling inside.

We shook our heads one after another, and were speechless at this ghost.

Grandpa was in seclusion with the door closed, and his parents cooked themselves, cooked me a simple but sumptuous meal, and lived my life for me.

The fat man even brought me a cake and gave me a treasure to blow up candles.

Unexpectedly, Yu Wei, the corpse king who was not interested in eating much, actually ate half a twelve-inch cake, which made us dumbfounded.

The key is that what makes the fat man the most sad is that no matter how much sweets Yuwei eats, she will not gain weight.

In the afternoon, the fat man and I were bored and began to practice drawing talismans. My parents took Yuwei to wander around in our hometown. In the afternoon, almost every villager saw my wife's appearance, and Yuwei became a celebrity in the village.

After a simple supper, my grandfather finally opened the door and walked out. Seeing us back, he opened the last painting of the silk brocade book after a brief exchange and said, "This picture should be where Yu Wei's heart is, that is, Xiao Yu Wei's nest."

I didn't think that this time, looking at this landscape painting, Yuwei and I recalled what Xiaoyuwei said before leaving, the dragon and phoenix crowed together, and the golden rooster was independent

good!

In this painting, the mountain range in the middle stands proudly, in a conical shape, pointing directly to the sky. However, the three volumes on the left and right sides, there are two mountains that are endless, stretching endlessly. From a distance, they look like dragons and phoenixes with pearls.

"What kind of dragon and phoenix ring together? Isn't this a golden ingot?" the fat man sneered.

When we heard this, we looked carefully and found that this thing was more like a gold ingot!

"What golden ingot! This is the seven-star pearl formation! The head of the three major formations of ghosts!" Grandpa snorted coldly.

Seven-star pearl formation?

We looked at each other in one go, and then opened the scroll on the table. Behind Yuwei's scroll, it was written:

Taibai is in the sky, with seven stars in a row, Tiangou swallows the moon, and the sun is seen again.

"Where is this painting is where we are looking for?" I was a little excited, and Xiao Yuwei's miserable little face flashed in my mind, and my heart was very complicated.

"Yes, I was in the underground palace at that time, so I had some guesses, and that's true," Grandpa nodded and smiled. Before he finished speaking, he walked into the room, took out a small bottle, poured out some light red liquid, and then evenly applied it to the back of the two portraits.

Soon, the two lines of font disappeared, and two passages appeared:

"The beacon fire burns, fights the country, when will the dynasty go back to the battle? The north and south are for the king, and thousands of horses gallop down to the rivers and mountains. The beacon fire burns, the wolf smoke disperses, and the Hanguan battles are unloaded. The beauty is at peace in the heart, and you will return to the south of the Yangtze River for a thousand years."

After Yu Wei's painting, a few lines of seemingly random and unstandard poems made us feel excited. Yu Wei's eyes were even red and her eyes were dazed, as if she was thinking about something.

"The beauty is at ease in the heart. I will return you to Jiangnan for a thousand years?" The fat man touched his chin and looked at these two sentences seriously. We all realized something, but we don't know if this Jiangnan is what we usually talk about Jiangnan?

"It's not that simple. Jiangnan probably doesn't have such a steep mountain range, right?" My father had a sharp eye and pointed out the key.

"Yes, this mountain range cannot be in the south of the Yangtze River." Grandpa nodded in agreement and hesitated: "Everyone south of the Yangtze River can be called Jiangnan, not just a certain place, but the scope is too wide."

But behind the scroll of my previous life was a formation. This formation was extremely complex and was not the inherited formation of our ghost veins. Not to mention me, even my grandfather was dizzy.

"This formation is definitely not inferior to the three formations of our ghost veins, and it is even slightly better than that of our foundation." Grandpa smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Although the three major formations are powerful, my grandfather can finally understand some of the details, but even he cannot understand this unknown formation.

"The beacon fire is gone, the wolf smoke is dispersed, and the battle of Hanguan is unloading the armor"

Yu Wei was stunned, but suddenly she read this poem in an illusory voice. The dull and solemn expression on her face made people heartbreaking.

"Yuwei, it's all a thousand years ago. Don't think too much, ah!" My mother sighed and held Yuwei's hand and comforted her softly.

"Huhh!"

Strangely, as soon as Yuwei finished speaking, a hurricane suddenly blew outside the house, but the sound of the wind was faintly, as if it was real and illusory.

"What's going on? It's going to rain?" The fat man was stunned, got up and pushed open the door and walked out, but unexpectedly, his face suddenly hurt. The guy immediately covered his face and looked at him in surprise.

"Damn it, it's not windy here? Why does it feel like a ghost crying and howling?" The fat man closed the door, spread his hands and quipped.

Howling ghosts and wolves?

My expression was tight.

Yes, some ghosts do sound like the sound of the roaring cold wind, but listening carefully makes a difference. The sound of the wind just now is indeed wrong.

"not good!"

Grandpa's face suddenly changed, he stood up, picked up his soul-catching bell and ran out. I told my mother to hide at home and go out with my father and others to find out.

Outside the house, from a distance, there were dense figures in the gray-brown fog. His neat steps slowly came to us. In a trance, you could still see the armor on their bodies.

Even, you can faintly hear the ethereal but loud marching songs

"This is a ghost soldier's way!"

Grandpa's face changed slightly as if he was facing a great enemy.

"The Yin soldiers borrowed the way?"

Our faces changed slightly, and when we looked at them, they really looked like the marching army!

"This is not an extremely yin place, so why did Yin soldiers suddenly appear? This is unscientific!" My dad blurted out and was immediately blanched by us.
Chapter completed!