I quickly grabbed the black plastic bag and said to Xu Xiaoya: "It's nothing. You also have these things. Now it's just Xue'er who lent me some."
"Me too? What is that?" The expression on Xu Xiaoya's face became more curious, and when I saw it, it made my balls hurt.
I can't tell Xu Xiaoya that what's in this black plastic bag is actually Fang Xueer's aunt. If I say this, I'm sure Xu Xiaoya will look down on me. At that time, how can I
The glorious image that was easily established in her heart is probably gone...
Seeing Xu Xiaoya acting like a curious baby, I had to quickly find a few other topics to divert her attention elsewhere.
After chatting for a while, Xu Xiaoya said goodbye and left. After she left, I came to the corner of the incineration room and carefully opened the black plastic bag.
As soon as I opened the black plastic bag, I smelled a faint smell of blood. Soon, I saw a piece of white cloth placed in the bag.
There was a trace of blood on the white cloth. Obviously, this should be Fang Xueer's...
I quickly took out my cell phone and called Uncle Quan, and excitedly told him that I finally got the untouched Yuehong. After hearing my words, Uncle Quan on the other end of the phone calmly talked to the old man who had no erection.
Like a bird, he scolded me without saying a word, saying that I disturbed his sleep. He also said that if I kept chirping, he would beat me when I came back.
I was naturally used to Uncle Quan's words. After hanging up the phone, I put the bloody white cloth back into the plastic bag and found a place to hide it so that no one would take it away again.
Just like that, I was so excited that I kept guarding the black plastic bag like a tease for a long time. When Uncle Quan came back, I found that he sat down on the table without raising his eyes.
I quickly approached him and said, "Uncle Quan, I have already obtained the unfinished Yue Hong. When are we going to deal with the ghost baby?"
Uncle Quan didn't even look at me and said calmly: "What's the rush? We'll talk about it tonight."
"Damn, I have a long night and a lot of dreams. If I don't kill him now, I will feel scared." I said.
Uncle Quan raised his head slightly and looked at me with a look of resentment, "A ghost baby has scared you to this point? Then if I let you go to the thousand-year-old tomb to find the soul-renewing grass alone, then what will happen to you?"
Aren’t you going to pee in fear?”
Listening to Uncle Quan's words, I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows, and my face showed a bit of awe.
I looked solemn and said: "How is that possible? If I go to the thousand-year-old tomb alone, I will definitely not be scared to death. I will definitely be scared out of Xianglai, okay?"
After saying this, my expression changed, and then I walked over to Uncle Quan and started massaging her with a playful smile.
Uncle Quan was just about to say some more contemptuous words, but after a while, he was already nodding his head with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
"Didn't you eat? Try harder."
"The top ones, yes, that's it..."
Night came slowly as promised, and when Uncle Quan and I were finally the only two people left in the crematorium, I was holding a black plastic bag in one hand, and in the other hand, I was holding the plastic bag that Uncle Quan had given me to deal with the birch tree spirit but failed to use.
Small peach wood sword.
I followed Uncle Quan into the small dark room. In the pitch-black little dark room, Uncle Quan pointed his finger and said to me: "Carry the ghost baby to the incineration room."
"Um, should I carry it?" I frowned. The ferocity of the ghost baby is still fresh in my mind. I was really scared to have to carry such a cruel thing.
"Nonsense, or else I'll carry it?" Uncle Quan said angrily.
I nodded dejectedly, my lord, the first level of officialdom is really overwhelming!
Who said I was a little cremator? I gritted my teeth and grabbed the ghost baby that couldn't move in the corner, and then I bore my sorrow without saying a word.
I have to say that this ghost baby doesn't look very big, but when I actually carried it on my back, I felt a weight on my back. This guy weighed at least a hundred kilograms.
I struggled to carry the ghost baby out, and after I came out, I found a figure following behind me, and it was the little tomato who also came out to join in the fun.
However, Uncle Quan didn't seem to have any intention of stopping Little Tomato, and let Little Tomato jump and dance around us.
Soon, I moved the ghost baby to the incineration room. Next to a pillar, Uncle Quan took out a ball of red rope and tied the already unable to move ghost baby into a rice dumpling...
A few minutes later, Uncle Quan took the black plastic bag from my hand, and then grabbed the white cloth stained with bright red blood.
"Are we going to start?" I stared at Uncle Quan with great excitement, for fear of missing any small detail.
Little Tomato on the side also sat on the ground curiously, dragging his chin and looking at Uncle Quan...
Soon, I saw Uncle Quan unfold the white cloth with bright red blood stains, and then slam it on the ghost baby's head!
And with this button, the ghost baby, who had been unable to move just now, felt as if he had eaten a bomb, and suddenly he grinned and shouted wildly!
This sudden shouting really startled me, but when I took a closer look, I couldn't help but gasp!
When the bloodstained white cloth was fastened to the ghost baby's head, I noticed that first the veins popped out on the ghost baby's face, and then bursts of black air began to appear on the old man's face...
"Go, get some boy urine." Uncle Quan ordered without raising his head.
"Ah, boy's urine? I didn't drink water today, where did the urine come from?" I frowned and smiled bitterly.
But just when Uncle Quan looked at me with an expression of hatred, an idea flashed in my head, and then I said: "Okay, just wait for me!"
After saying that, I immediately ran to the toilet outside. After a while, I was holding my nose with one hand and grabbing a plastic bottle with the other.
"You brat, eat more vegetables and the smell of your urine won't be so strong." Uncle Quan rolled his eyes at me and said with disdain.
"I understand, Uncle Quan." I suppressed a smile and handed the plastic bottle containing the boy's urine to Uncle Quan, and then said leisurely: "Actually, this bottle of urine is yours. The toilet was broken before, do you remember?
?That’s what I deliberately blocked to collect your 60-year-old children’s urine collection, haha, I didn’t expect that…”
I laughed wildly, and the expression on Uncle Quan's face changed drastically. Before I could close my mouth, suddenly, I saw an afterimage pass by, and then there seemed to be something in my mouth.
I couldn't help but smashed my mouth, and found a strange taste in my mouth. I looked up at Uncle Quan, and found that he was pointing the bottle in his hand at the ghost baby expressionlessly, and then poured it gently on him!
As the 60-year-old collector's edition of boy's urine dropped on Guiying's body, I immediately saw that Guiying's old face instantly became extremely ferocious, and the wisps of black energy on his face were...
The drops of urine melted together, and then evaporated into wisps of white smoke and disappeared...
[Author's digression]: The second update is here. Here, Egg would like to express special thanks to td80651826, td91570077, Falling in Love with the Book Fairy, Mrs. Hua and other book friends for their rewards. Thank you very much. If possible, Egg would like to give me your blessing.
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