"The boss, Taoist Master Zhishan is here." The book boy gently pushed open the carved door of the main room, and then walked in with Zhishan and Hua Weiluo.
The bandit leader and a dozen other bandits stayed in the yard and did not enter the master's main room casually.
There was silence in the room. It was obviously daytime, but the light in the room was very dim. Zhishan frowned slightly, took Hua's hand and took it back, pulled her behind him, and whispered: "You are hiding here
Be careful behind me."
"Yeah." Hua Weiluo nodded and followed Zhishan cautiously. She always felt that the atmosphere in the room was depressing and uncomfortable, so she thought about it and stretched out her other hand and held it through her sleeve.
Hold his wrist tightly.
Zhishan's back stiffened slightly, then returned to normal.
Walking to the inner room of the room, a thin figure was sitting with his back to them. The clothes on that person seemed to be hanging on a hanger. They were empty. The part of the wrist that exposed the sleeve was so thin that only skin and bones remained.
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"Master, why are you getting up again? Didn't I tell you to stay in bed more??" The book boy saw the back of the man sitting there and hurriedly walked forward and held his arm, his tone full of laughter.
care.
"It's okay, I haven't read a book for several days. If I don't read it, I will almost forget what is written in the book." A clear and pleasant voice sounded low in the room, and the figure turned around slowly, and the flowers had not yet fallen.
Then he saw a pair of eyes as clear as a starry lake.
It's just that the man's face has become so skinny that it's hard to see his original appearance. There is a new beard all over his chin, and his eyes are a bit haggard and dark blue.
Those clear eyes lit up instantly when they saw Zhishan standing at the door of the bedroom, and then he forced a smile and said: "Zhishan, you are here."
"..." Zhishan glanced at him and said nothing. One hand grabbed Hua's wrist and walked forward quickly. The other hand took out a yellow Taoist talisman from his arms and pointed it towards him.
His forehead suddenly touched.
With a "pop" sound, the yellow Taoist talisman stuck to his forehead.
Hua Weiluo looked at his appearance that looked like a zombie on TV, couldn't help it, and burst out laughing.
"Zhishan, what are you doing??" The man was stunned for a moment, his eyes focused on the Taoist talisman fluttering on the tip of his nose, and he asked in a daze.
"Now you even dare to rob a hearse. I haven't seen you for a few years. Wen Yi, you are a lot more courageous." Zhishan looked at him with a pair of deep eyes after he put a yellow Taoist talisman on his forehead.
The two black shadows dispersed instantly, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and raised his eyebrows at him.
"Hearse?? What??" Wen Yi looked at him confused, stretched out a bony hand and planned to take off the yellow Taoist talisman in front of him.
"If you don't want to live anymore, just take off the Taoist talisman and try." Zhishan stopped him with a cold voice, then turned around and sat down on the Eight Immortals chair in the room, and finally let go of Hua Weiluo's hand.
Said: "The escort car that escorts the dead souls in the underworld is the hearse. You are very courageous. You don't know the origin of the other party before robbing the escort, and you don't want to die when you see the gold? When did you be so short of money??"
