"Brother, I'm a little scared..." Ning Xiyu said in Zhao Fan's ear, and her white and tender arms were covered with goosebumps. This old lady was like someone from a horror movie. She only met her once, but she made her feel...
People's hearts are so frightened.
"fine."
Zhao Fan gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips, quickly comforted her, and smiled at the old lady: "We open the door to do business, why are we driving the guests out?"
"Blind? Didn't you see me preparing to kill the beast?"
The old lady sharpened the knife with more force, and the sharp friction sound was so harsh that even pedestrians nearby stopped their ears and speeded up their pace.
"Sable is a national first-level protected animal. It can be killed in a low-key manner, but is it really suitable in public?" Zhao Fan glanced at the sable hanging on the shelf again. There were six or seven scratches in its fur.
The reason for the scars is that the kitchen knife was not sharp enough to break the goblin's body, so he had to work hard to sharpen the knife.
Sable seemed to understand what he said, and her little head moved.
As a great demon, it was hanged here to be slaughtered. It was about to die of suffocation. If it hadn't been severely injured in the process of escaping from the warriors' roundup, how could it have ended up like this?
"Didn't the elders in the family tell you that people will die if you meddle in your own affairs?" The old lady stopped suddenly with her kitchen knife and stared at Zhao Fan with her cloudy eyes.
Zhao Fan said without fear: "Do you think this will work? Just tell me a price and I'll buy it."
"Not for sale." The old lady said with hatred in her eyes: "My son and daughter-in-law were killed by minks. Kill every one you see."
"Such a cute and small animal kills people? It's too evil." Zhao Fan pretended to be confused: "Even if it is true, this is not what he did."
In the vision of his heavenly eyes, there is no blood-colored evil light on Sable. To use the popular term nowadays, it is more Buddhist. This is also the reason why he decided to save Sable. Cultivation is not easy, and he is a good demon. Saving him is a meritorious deed.
Merit symbolizes good fortune.
Zhao Fan used Nightmare on Xu Zhe for Ning Xiyu and lost a lot of merit. This was not because he didn't care, but because Qiu Da was not as important as his sister. Now that he has merit, he can't take it for granted.
"Isn't it over?" The old lady raised the kitchen knife, pretending to chop him, "I have old bones, I have even prepared my own shroud, and I have only a few days to live, so why do I care about breaking the law?"
"That makes sense." Zhao Fan gave a thumbs up. As he pulled Ning Xiyu and turned away, his voice condensed into a line and fell into the sable's ears, "Listen, I see that your vitality is severely injured and your demonic power is very high.
If you don't save one, I think it's not easy for you to practice. I will throw in a pill later and you can recover more than half of it by eating it directly. I don't care whether you understand it or not, I can only help you so much. After you break free from the bondage, if you take revenge on me,
She, I will definitely kill you!"
"Chirp chirp..." The sable seemed to be responding.
The old lady stared at it, "Beast, if you ask me again, I'll poke your eyes first!"
The reason why Zhao Fan did not choose to forcefully rescue her was because the old lady had an obsession with Diao. If the demon broke people's hearts, he couldn't do it. As the saying goes, there are things to do and things not to do.
When he had walked more than 20 meters, Zhao Fan took out a bottle of snake elixir, took one, and flicked it in that direction accurately.
This was Sable's only hope for survival. Even if it was not sure whether it was real or fake, it opened its mouth with a try attitude and swallowed the Snake Spirit Pill. The next moment, the power of the pill was released, and it could clearly feel that the injury was rapidly increasing.
After recovering, he stared gratefully at the young man's back and shed two lines of tears.
…
Zhao Fan here bought two bags of yellow paper, but he didn't have a single coin.
Ning Xiyu pointed at the Ming coins on the stall and asked doubtfully: "Brother, why don't you buy some of this?"
"No."
Zhao Fan said as he walked: "The Ming coins are all bullshit, and so are most of the yellow paper. I looked at the whole street, and only the yellow paper with the Xuji brand was authentic. The others were inferior. If you don't use this
If you plant yellow paper to worship, it won't make any difference if you don't remove it at all, because it won't spread there."
"Why?" Ning Xiyu was curious.
"Real yellow paper is made from crushed straw and rolled by hand, rather than machine-printed." Zhao Fan introduced: "So it has a rustic flavor and can be used to channel spiritual energy when burned. It also has another use.
Just making talismans."
"I don't really understand, but it looks very powerful." Ning Xiyu smiled, hugged his arm and said, "I remember that Xuji store, and I will come here to buy it when I visit the grave in the future."
"..."
Zhao Fan felt that he was playing the piano to a cow, but there was nothing he could do because she was his younger sister.
After getting in the car, Ning Xiyu drove to other streets to buy fruits, cooked food and good wine, and then headed to Beiyanshan Cemetery in the suburbs.
After arriving, the atmosphere in the cemetery was particularly depressing, with the sound of wind, crows, and grass moving in my ears.
Ning Xiyu walked in front with a heavy heart, without saying a word, while Zhao Fan followed with something, and soon came to the tomb where her parents were buried together. It was not too dirty, and there were still unrotted flowers and packaging. It can be seen that
She often comes to worship.
"Xiyu, kneel down and don't move unless I say something."
Zhao Fan gave instructions, and the former complied. Then he arranged the food, wine, and fruits, then opened a yellow paper bag, pressed the top piece of yellow paper with a stone on the platform behind the monument, and lit the rest around it.
Throwing it on the side is euphemistically called killing the neighbor.
After that, he opened a second bag of yellow paper, dipped his fingers in wine and wrote the two names on the tombstone in it. He started saying that the Xu family had been destroyed and the Ning family was about to rise. When all of them were reduced to ashes,
He said no more.
At this moment, Ning Xiyu said in panic: "Brother, the fruits and cooked food seem to be moving, and the wine bottles too..."
Zhao Fan focused his gaze, then opened his eyes, and saw many weak ghosts gathered around the tomb, including men and women, old and young. A few of them with a little bit of ghost power were rushing towards the tombstone to caress the sacrifice.
The product can only be touched but cannot be picked up.
"roll!"
Zhao Fan's voice was mixed with the thin power of Long Yang Dan, and he roared.
Many ghosts were knocked over more than ten meters away like a hurricane!
Everyone looked at the young man in horror. It was the first time he was seen, and it was the first time he was so horribly frightened. The weakest ghost almost collapsed...
"You've already taken care of it, but you're still so greedy?" Zhao Fan sneered, "Who dares to touch the thing in front of the tomb today?"
"Exalted Immortal, have mercy on me, have mercy on me!" Many ghosts knelt down one after another, and their voices were like pitiful wails, which made Zhao Fan unable to respond. He immediately closed his heavenly eye to be at peace.
Ning Xiyu's delicate body trembled slightly as she asked: "Brother...who are you talking to?"
"Ah? No one, it's just a ceremony." Zhao Fan touched his nose together. If she was timid, she knew there were many ghosts around, so why not be frightened?
"I hope that once the grave is finished, my uncle and aunt can rest in peace. Let's go back."
Zhao Fan and Ning Xiyu did not stay any longer and drove back to Ning's company.
In the evening, the lame craftsman Er Gua arrived as scheduled. After Zhao Fan told him and Ning Xiyu the style they wanted, he gave Er Gua the keys and address, invited him to a meal, and then they both returned to Shaoxing.
's neighborhood.
When he opened the door, the scene was quite harmonious. Shi Qi was watching TV, and Ning Shu was hunched over the table concentrating on his homework. When he saw Zhao Fan and his sister coming back, he happily said: "Brother Immortal!"
"Well, have you eaten?" Zhao Fan lay down on the sofa.
Ning Shu said with a look of anticipation on his face: "After eating, I want you to take me flying!"
"..." Zhao Fan immediately jumped back into the room, pretending to be dead and closing his eyes, "I'm tired today, I'll wait in a few days." Then he raised his hand to take a photo, and the door closed automatically.
At night, Shi Qi was watching dramas in the living room. Ning Xiyu and her brother lived in the same room, so no one disturbed Zhao Fan. He played with the Blood Tai Sui and the Dragon's Horn for a while before falling asleep.
Unknowingly, Zhao Fan was in a daze, feeling as if he was in a dream. His chest was like a little tongue that was constantly stirring, and a soft, boneless hand was placed on his shoulders and waist.
A thrilling and strange feeling hits...
"Dream of spring?"
Zhao Fan, who was full of blood and a young brother, thought in his confused consciousness that it was just a dream, so why not do it wrong? He didn't know who was pressing on him, so he hugged his back and stroked it.
"Um?"
"this……"
Gradually, Zhao Fan felt that something was not right. How could the dream be so real?!
At this moment, his hand suddenly touched a long furry strip, soft...but extremely silky...and he suddenly woke up as if struck by lightning, "Tail!?"