There was no resentment about the woman in white, and there was even no other figure in Zhang Xuezhou's bedroom.
Throughout the whole night, only Zhang Xuezhou walked around the room.
"I obviously heard a woman's scream when I got up!"
The only evidence at the scene at this time was a piece of white silk.
Zhang Xuezhou looked at Bai Ling who was tied extremely tightly, and heard Rong Tian Ding adding jealously that Zhang Xuezhou wanted to try hanging himself, which made Zhang Xuezhou feel a little chilly in his heart.
"Cousin, let me tell you, I sleep very well and don't move around at all. You can't wake me up even if you beat gongs and drums next to me!"
When Zhang Xuezhou was young, Zhang Zhong and Yourong suspected that Zhang Xuezhou had died several times at night, but they were not willing to throw it away, so they allowed Zhang Xuezhou to live until the next day.
Zhang Xuezhou didn't know how to explain the fact that he would inevitably wake up and return to reality when he reached a certain point, let alone how to make others believe it.
He could only mention that he had excellent sleeping quality and could not do anything inappropriate.
"Go to Taoist Mu and ask. We agreed to let a ghost come to our Rong family, but the ghost didn't see it and came to do evil things in the world." Rong Li said angrily: "He must have learned the tricks of the world.
The house was burned down and filled with smoke!”
"What kind of smoke can be so confusing?" Jia Zhiyuan asked in a low voice with a pale face.
"I don't know what kind of smoke it is," Rong Li said impatiently: "Anyway, there are so many kinds of smoke in the world. If I just give you a sniff, you will follow them and be sold to a brothel without knowing it.
It’s possible!”
"So outrageous?" Jia Zhiyuan said in surprise.
"If we can get some smoke, our family can have whatever they want..."
"If you dare to follow the crooked ways of the Jianghu people, I will break your legs today!"
…
Rong Tianding's little thought was just raised, and then he was knocked down again.
For the Rong family, this night was not an easy one.
Zhang Xuezhou walked back and forth in the room all night, and they also spent most of the night outside, and they were all tortured.
This is inconsistent with Mu Taoist's agreement.
What their family wanted to see was a ghost, not smell some smoke that would cause them to lose their mind and strength.
Rong Li thought for a while and felt that she had figured it out.
She didn't bother to take a break, and even temporarily slowed down the massacre business in Dongshi.
"Let's go out of the city to find trouble with Mu Taoist!"
Putting the butcher's knife on her waist, Rong Li stepped out.
"Aunt and mother are exactly the same, but my mother doesn't seem to have this kind of temperament!"
Rong Li and You Rong are very fast-moving people who do things as they are told, and rarely mince words in their temperament.
Song Fengying, on the other hand, is busy in the live broadcast room to trick uncles into giving rewards.
Zhang Xuezhou thought for several seconds, but couldn't figure out the difference.
"Is it because I am dissatisfied with my mother that I created another kind of complementary personality between my parents in my dream..."
He muttered a few words in his mind, then put these things aside and followed Rong Li quickly.
"Li Erlang, Wang Jiadi, Mao Renfeng, and Zhu Dan are ready to fight!"
Rong Li is not too reckless, she knows that fighting involves pulling people together.
We can't count on someone like Jia Zhiyuan. As for Rong Tianding, a painter, Zhang Xuezhou does have good strength, but it's still not easy to kill a pig. It's hard to say how fierce a fight is in this situation.
Rong Li shouted, and Li Erlang and others quickly tied up the pig and took sticks.
Opening a pig-killing stall often encounters some troubles, and even accidents happen when collecting and driving pigs. They are used to fighting, and have even become a gang that few people mess with in the East Market.
Listening to Rong Tianding muttering about the glory of the Rong family, Zhang Xuezhou somehow thought of the gang of ruffians that Zhang Manqian had convinced.
"What you see every day, and what you think about at night, that's probably it!"
After a series of forced contacts, Zhang Xuezhou felt that everything related to his dream made sense.
What is different from reality is that he is a good citizen in reality, but here he is involved in a gang of gangsters.
Three miles outside the city is Puyunguan, which is not too far from Dongshi.
After walking for about half an hour, everyone had already seen the Taoist temple with black tiles and white walls.
"Why, this Puyun Temple is still on fire!"
When everyone rushed to Puyun Temple, they saw thick smoke rising from Puyun Temple, and several pilgrims were helping to put out the fire.
"Where is Taoist Master Mu?"
Rong Li called a pilgrim and asked politely.
"Taoist Master Mu was knocked unconscious by the fireworks. We dragged him over there, and he's still awake now!"
"What?"
The Rong family was noisy all night last night, and the Puyun Temple outside the city was even worse.
Rong Li watched a few pilgrims lighting branches with branches, and felt that most of the Puyun Temple would burn until only a few walls were left.
When Mu Tao Ren fell into this kind of fate, Rong Li's momentum to find trouble inevitably faltered, and she felt that she could no longer cause trouble.
She walked dozens of steps before she saw the wooden Taoist lying in the grass.
At this time, Mu Taoist's gray robes were burnt to black, most of his hair and beard were burned off, his eyes were crooked, he was twitching and spitting foam, and he completely lacked the demeanor of the previous Taoist master.
"What are you doing standing still? Hurry up and save people!"
The fire in Puyunguan cannot be extinguished, but you can help the Mu Taoist in front of you to prevent him from dying here.
Rong Li shouted, then put the butcher's knife back into the leather holster on her waist, and helped Mu Taoist onto her knees.
"The Taoist Master must have smoked cigarettes in the fire. This kind of smoke is very harmful to people. I heard that many people who encountered fires were not burned to death by the fire, but choked to death by the smoke!" Li Erlang pondered.
"Let me give Taoist Master a pat on the back!" Mao Renfeng said.
"I'll go find some water and splash it on Taoist Priest's face!" Zhu Dan also said.
For a moment, everyone clapped hands, and Jia Zhiyuan followed the doctor's gestures and pushed Mu Taoren to activate his blood.
"How long has he been unconscious?"
After busying for a while, Mu Taoist was still foaming at the foam, and Jia Zhiyuan vaguely felt that something was wrong.
He had seen scenes of fires being put out, and he had also seen people choked by smoke, but no one had his mouth and eyes crooked, twitching, and foaming like Mu Taoren.
It seems that ordinary people cannot survive as long as Mu Taoist after being choked by fireworks.
After more than ten minutes, Jia Zhiyuan inevitably began to ask many pilgrims.
"The Taoist priest has been unconscious for most of an hour," said a pilgrim, "When we came over, we saw the Taoist priest lying on the ground convulsing."
"So long?"
Jia Zhiyuan was surprised and then looked at everyone.
"Have you ever seen clearly what the Taoist priest was doing at that time?" Rong Li asked the pilgrims in a deep voice.
"When we entered, we saw several big red tables, several rotten incense burners, and various red and white cloths pulled together. The Taoist priest was lying in front of the big red table. He was probably doing some rituals at that time.
I accidentally let the fire in the furnace ignite those strips of cloth!"
"There are three big red tables, three incense burners, and I also saw three little wooden figures on the table!"
"There is still a little wooden man in the hands of the Taoist priest... now there is only one head left!"
…
All the pilgrims talked about what they had seen when they first entered the Taoist temple, and summarized everything roughly.
Rong Li broke off Mu Tao Ren's right hand hard, and saw a small head made of wood leaking out of Mu Tao Ren's hand.
"The workmanship is really bad!"
Rong Tianding looked at the wooden head, and then at the facial features of the wooden head. He felt that the appearance of the wooden head was somewhat familiar.
He shifted his gaze several times and finally landed on Zhang Xuezhou.
"Cousin, do you think this wooden head looks like yours?" This chapter has been completed!