"Then you definitely can't find it. Your daughter let me play with it for several days. When she got tired of playing with it, I cut her into four pieces and fed them to the bears. No, I remembered wrongly, it was five pieces!"
I saw tears welling up in Lao Fu's eyes. He turned his head, wiped away his tears, and waited for a few seconds before turning his head back and saying sadly:
"You are not a human... you are a demon from hell. Master Erdeni is right. Demons have no heart or soul. Demons cannot feel pain."
After listening to what Lao Fu said, Lin Shen looked up at the sky and whistled happily.
After whistling a few times, he smiled and said, "You don't know yet, right? Your daughter Fuxia volunteered, and she voluntarily dedicated herself to us. Hey... we shouldn't kill her," he said.
Really, I was really tired of playing at that time, but now I miss Fu Xia a little bit, tsk tsk... those legs... that ass! Butt... that **, there is nothing to say."
Lao Fu was not crying, but put down his bamboo basket and untied the raincloth covering it.
He reached in and seemed to want to take something out.
But he obviously hesitated again.
Taking a deep breath, Lao Fu retracted his hand and said to himself as if possessed by a demon: "Master Erdeni said that I must wait until the last moment. Fu Xia, forgive me, you have to wait."
"Uncle Fu, be careful!"
I shouted when I saw it!
It's still too late!
Lao Fu stayed there in a daze, and he just turned his head.
The next second, he was slapped directly in the stomach by the thing, and his whole body left the ground and flew up! He was slapped away like a cannonball!
People are invisible!
Only a bamboo frame was left on the ground.
My eyes turned red and I clenched my fists.
"Yunfeng! Come here quickly!" Xiaoxuan called me over loudly.
I ran over and saw a huge wound on Brother Yu's chest. Xiaoxuan pressed it hard with her clothes and cried, "It was clear that the bleeding stopped just now! Why is it bleeding again now? I can't stop the bleeding!"
"Xiao, Xiaoxuan... don't cry, I... I can't die yet."
Brother Yu grabbed my hand and gasped: "I...I can't die. If I die, there will be no one to protect you."
I shouted with red eyes: "Stop talking, Brother Yu! You must be fine!"
Brother Yu coughed, looked at me with a smile, reached out and patted my head.
Xiaoxuan immediately took off her coat and slashed it all with a knife. I helped her bandage Brother Yu's wound, and the bleeding was finally stopped.
At this moment, Qiyuepan's face was solemn. He walked to Lao Fu's bamboo frame and stopped, murmuring: "Erdeni...? Is that old lama still alive?" After that, he slowly said
He slowly put his hand in.
"Sorry, you can't touch our things."
Suddenly he reached out and pulled the bamboo frame over.
"oh?"
"Haha, okay, Silver Fox, as a thank you, I won't move." Qiyue crawled back his hand.
"What are you thanking me for?" Tou asked.
Qiyipuan smiled and said, "I want to thank you. Without your help, even I wouldn't be able to open the seven-door Vajra Gate of Hu Cemetery."
He put his head back and took a deep breath and asked him: "Although I don't know what you are doing, but you said you still need a mirror? That means that your plan is still at the last step."
Qiyue crawled and nodded: "Yes, you can understand it that way, but as an old man like you, how can you stop me? How can you stop it?"
He pointed at the huge beast lying on the ground and introduced it easily: "Actually, it has a name just like us. It's called Niu Gui."
"In this world, even animals have names, cow ghosts..."
"You're right. I'm just an ordinary old man. I can't do it."
He turned his head and glanced at the turret in the middle of the night, and continued: "But you have to know that there are a few people in this world who can kill ghosts and gods."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Suddenly, something fell from the top floor of the turret.
This thing fell to the ground! The sound was heard very clearly!
I took a closer look.
That...it turned out to be a thick book, and the title was..."One Hundred Tips for Postpartum Care."
The night wind blows.
Wow!
This thick book on one hundred tips for postpartum care started flipping through by itself.
