Long Laojiu is good at conjuring the soul and catching ghosts, and dealing with people is also very smooth, but when faced with such a yellow-skinned man who has become a sperm, he found the underworld master.

This black king and gangster have seen many cases of yellow-skinned people, but there are not many such evil ones, so I can only try it.

Long Laojiu took the underworld and went straight to a single family in the city.

It is not accurate to say that it is a house, it is just a very exquisitely built large yard.

The winter in the city is really cold, dripping water turns into ice, but it is extremely warm as soon as you enter the house, which is almost two seasons from outside.

"Why are you still here to take revenge in such cold weather?" asked the underworld priest incredible.

"So this thing is evil." Long Laojiu replied while taking off his cotton coat.

"It usually only appears at night, I can feel it." Long Lao Jiu's father is nearly 80 years old, his body is still very strong and his speech is not vague. He is a little inconvenient to move due to the yellow skin. He is so hunched that he is hunched and is serving Long Lao Ba and his wife.

"Why don't you buy a few dogs? Are you prepared?" The underworld priest and Long Laojiu began to discuss and prepare early.

"No need to buy it, there are several dog owners around. I'm familiar with them, so I'll borrow a few and get back." Long Laoba continued.

"Okay, remember to use it as more fierce." Long Laojiu reminded.

Not long after, he brought two people back with three dogs, one Samoyed, one looks like a pastoral dog, and one is not purebred Tibetan mastiff, all of which are big dogs.

After you are well prepared, wait for the main person to appear and adapt to other situations.

It was late at night, and a large group of people were cooking in the living room. Long Laojiu's father suddenly covered his waist and said, "It's coming." According to Long Laojiu's father's experience, as long as the yellow skin appears, his whole body will be in ache, especially on his back, but there are no scars.

The three dogs walked around the room restlessly, and the owner held the chain tightly, but was still whining.

Long Laojiu opened the door. The two-meter-high courtyard wall was about twenty meters away from the house. There was a circle of green light on the courtyard wall, which was emitted by the eyes of the beast.

"This situation... I'm afraid it's a yellow-skinned nest." Long Laojiu's scalp was numb, and the others had been speechless. There were probably not so many yellow-skinned children he had seen in his lifetime.

The three big dogs jumped out of the room, and the Samoyed dogs lay on the ground and whimpered, refusing to move forward. Only the Tibetan mastiff tightened its chain and barked outside.

"Let the chain loosen up." said the underworld. The two masters looked at him and did not move.

"Don't worry, I'll be responsible for anything happening, I'll definitely not be short of money." Long Laojiu spoke.

The two took off the dog chain, and the Tibetan mastiff jumped out with a smoke, stepped on the stack of debris placed beside the wall and jumped out of the courtyard wall. There was a scream of dog barking and weasels outside.

The Samoyed and pastoral dogs were whining in place, whimpering in their mouths.

"Open the door, the smell of blood will stimulate the dogs and stimulate their animality." The underworld priest told Long Laojiu.

Long Laojiu hesitated for a while and walked over to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, a smell of blood and the unique stench of yellow skin came in. Two dogs barked and rushed out of the door.

Long Laojiu helped his father into the house and said, "Where is the part you are in pain now?"

His father's face was sweating down one by one. Perhaps because he had been a hunter and had a good foundation, he didn't say a word. He touched a large area behind his neck, "There is a big bump running back and forth here."

The underworld priest picked up the knife on the table and cut it against the back of the Long Laojiu Daddy and cut it in the area. Long Laojiu Daddy took a breath, "It seems to be chopping it up, continue, don't let it run away!"

"You should bear it!" The underworld priest did not dare to hesitate, and cut the piece a few more times. With a "click", a blood-red sarcoma fell from the ground, and black and red blood and yellow pus flowed all over the ground.

A scream came from the pile of debris by the courtyard wall. Long Laojiu took out an axe from somewhere and held it in his hand. He kicked the debris away several times. A half-meter-long yellow skin shrank inside, but his tail was lost.

Long Laojiu chopped down with an axe, and the yellow skin became two pieces.

The barking of dogs outside the yard continued, but the yellow-skinned boy slowly disappeared. He went out to look and covered his nose and came in: "Oh, it's so bloody."

Three dogs followed him in, mostly yellow-skinned, and they were injured more or less.

After returning to the room, Long Laoba's wife cleaned the tumor on the ground, and a bunch of people ate and drank again.

"Depending on the situation, I didn't run away many yellow skins, and I don't believe it after this time, but I dare to come." Long Laojiu poured a glass of wine for the underworld leader.

"The yellow skin that has become a sperm should be the one in the yard. The rest is not enough to worry about. I can make some blood on the edge of the yard wall just in case." The underworld priest made a suggestion.

"There are so many things to be packed. I'll buy a few dogs to raise tomorrow. I have to go there with my relatives in the distance, as well as the yellow-skinned corpses outside the yard." Long Laojiu picked up the wine glass toast everyone.

"Thank you all this time. You can eat and drink well first. Let's talk about money later. I, Lao Jiu, is the owner of the shortage?" He mainly said this to the two dog owners.

Long Laojiu is indeed not short of money. After all, he is doing well in several circles, and stomping his feet is also a small earthquake.

This matter is basically everywhere. If you talk about something off topic, you don’t have to be too afraid of encountering yellow skin. After all, yellow skin is rare, and even less evil yellow skin is even less, and it generally won’t provoke strangers, so don’t worry too much.

If you accidentally possessed by a yellow skin, you can stab the human or the root of your thigh, or find the body nearby. This is the easiest way.

Something happened in a village around the city. A fortune teller passed by a family and saw a child playing at the door. He took a few more glances inadvertently, and then he saw some problems.

The fortune teller asked the adults at the child's house: "Does anyone in your family have weak and sickly in the past three generations? They are not even 50 years old."

The child's mother replied yes, when the child's grandfather passed away, the child's father was 49 years old, and now he was in his early thirties and was covered in hidden diseases. Maybe...

The fortune teller looked at the child carefully, pinched his fingers and calculated for a while, "This child will also have problems after he is fifteen years old, and he is weak and sickly, and he still cannot survive fifty."

The child's mother had almost believed it, so she asked the fortune teller to come home to ask in detail.

"What are the people you have come into contact with, or people you have come into contact with, for three generations? Especially those like Mr. Yin and Yang." asked the fortune teller.

"Mr. Yin and Yang... these villages are all the same as Mr. Yin and Yang, and Uncle Long from the next village, but he doesn't have much interaction with my family." The child's mother thought carefully.

"Where is the older one?" asked the fortune teller again.

"The old people in the village... are familiar with each other. After all, it's just such a big village. Children run around every day, but they don't look down." The child's mother replied.

"I mean I'm very old and may have lived a very miserable life. Is there anyone like this?" The fortune teller still didn't give up.

"Life is hard... I'm old... it's really true!" The child's mother slapped her thighs violently, "Goddess."

There is a witch in the village who has some skills and knows some medical skills. Most of the previous generation were born by witches. In the early years, the children in the village were used to seeking peach wood cards or mirrors, etc., and minor illnesses can be regarded as curing the disease.

"The witch is also a miserable person. The old man died early and has no son. The youngest daughter drowned in the small river before she got married. The eldest daughter died in a car accident a few years ago. The witch has been alone and later got a strange disease. Now she is 90 years old, but she is not as good as death. She doesn't even have a person to take care of her." As the child said, she felt emotional and kept wiping her tears.

"Can you take me to the witch's house to see?" asked the fortune teller.

"Yes, the second one at the entrance of the village is."

After a while, the child's mother took the fortune teller to the witch's house.

The fortune teller looked in the yard and saw a small utility room near the corner of the wall in the north, with a wooden door locked.

"I have something to say to the witch. Go back, your child is fine." The fortune teller sent the child's mother away.

When I entered the room, I saw an old woman curled up on the bed. She could be said to be skinny and hanged in one breath, like a dead person more than a living person.

The fortune teller wrinkled his nose because there was a musty smell in the room, and the musty smell covered the strong dead air.

The old woman crawled to the bed twice, looking at the fortune teller with only a gap.

"Where did you learn this harmful ability?" The fortune teller started the topic directly.

The old woman didn't speak, and there was no expression on her thin skin.

"Why not be as good as death like this? Why bother to suffer from a lifetime of life!" the fortune teller continued.

The old woman sighed, turned over and lay on the bed.

"It is better to die than to die if you lose your son or grandson..." The fortune teller was still talking.

"You're a sin!" The old woman said three words softly, her voice was low and she seemed to have used all her strength.

"You can't live if you commit suicide. No, you might as well die. Why bother?" The fortune teller said as he said that his nose wrinkled even more because there was a strange smell in the air, like... the smell of corpse?

The fortune teller approached the bed, and corpse spots began to appear on the skin of the old woman on the bed, and then her originally shriveled skin slowly bulged.

"Giant View?" The fortune teller quickly wrapped himself in a mat and a quilt, because the speed of the corpse rotted against normalcy, and the Giant View may explode afterwards.

The fortune teller walked to the door of the yard utility room, kicked the door open, picked up a small wooden box and smashed it on the ground, inside it was a pile of oil lamps, mirrors, wooden men and an old book.

The fortune teller probably looked at it and talked about the method of extending life by using birth dates, eight characters and other methods.

He lit the fire note, and the booklet turned into a flame and disappeared.

"Brother, murder case!" The fortune teller reported to the official and roughly told the story.

"Okay, I understand." After reporting to the official, the fortune teller came to find the underworld priest.

"Brother said, "Although you don't walk often, you know the most, so let me come to ask you." The fortune teller is Lao Liu. He wore a large sunglasses that an elderly person often wore on his nose, rolling his eyes at me, and he didn't look like a fortune teller at all.

"If raising ghosts is cruel, after all, it is used to use ghosts, and then life-suspending will lose human nature. It is used to use living people, so forget about this."

"I know, you didn't see that old woman. Good guy, living like a mummy is worse than dying. That's a... "Old Seven's "Badabada" spits.

"Stop! You're just talking too much!" The underworld priest didn't dare to let him continue, otherwise he would probably talk forever.

"Human life is worse than death, why bother?" Lao Qi murmured and shut up.

Therefore, talent is the most difficult, most complex and cruel thing, and why people are human beings. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!