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Chapter 223 The Fireworks World, An Taiping 7
There was sticky sweat on Uncle Zhang's back, and he subconsciously stared at the door. He didn't know whether it was because he was too nervous or the place was too dark. He didn't see anything clearly, but he only knew that the person on the left was thin and tall, and his figure seemed familiar.

Lan Shuying recognized the person because of the ghost pupil.

On the right is an old man with a cigarette stick in his mouth, and the tall, thin man on the left is the person who refused the money bag outside Yizhuang. No, this statement is not accurate.

Under the bleak moonlight, these two seemed to be floating lightly in the air, with their toes touching the ground and their heels raised high.

There was no sign of the two of them on the ground.

They are also ghosts.

When the ghosts in Yizhuang saw them, they immediately calmed down.

The roaring and quarreling disappeared, and there was only a thicker and thicker rancid stench in the air, and gradually, the smell of smoke and alcohol brought by these two ghosts increased.

The tall and thin man glanced at them, and said to the old man: "The one who came to look for someone has no bad intentions, why don't you just let him go?"

The old man was wearing a coarse cloth turban, and a few silk threads fell into the white mist of tobacco, and he was set on fire. Uncle Zhang has always been kind, and when he saw this scene, he was about to remind him, but suddenly he saw the sparks flashing, with the gesture of starting a blazing fire. Suddenly swept the old man's entire face!

The burnt smell hits the face.

The old man's turban was burnt to a piece of ashes with sparks, leaving only a burning skull. The exaggerated huge mouth seemed to be grinning, and the deep holes in the eyes looked at them faintly.

To be more precise, he was staring at the newly wrapped silver bracelet in Lan Shuying's hand.

"Take it without telling, it's a thief..." The old man shook his skull head, and said in a slow voice, "You two came here late at night... I didn't know the owner of this place, and wanted to leave after stealing the treasure. It's extremely rude. ..." The way he spoke at the moment was like a gentleman.

Lan Shuying knew that this matter was not good after hearing this tone, and said lightly: "The deceased is a relative of my family, and it is inconvenient during the daytime. What's wrong with coming to pick up his belongings now? I didn't see anyone just now, don't blame me. .”

The tall and thin man frowned, and agreed to the old man's words: "It's really rude!"

You are not human, so it is wrong to say that you are ghosts?

In Lan Shuying's eyes, this silver bracelet is the only clue to the death of Lao Deng, and it is also her tonic. Of course, it is impossible to hand it over to them. She stuffed it into her belt, grabbed Uncle Zhang's wrist, and ran straight to the gate. .

Uncle Zhang lost his mind by this series of changes. He was fighting with each other. Seeing her confident appearance, he was unknowingly driven, and ran desperately along the strength of her wrist!
The Fire Skull was getting closer and closer to him, he closed his eyes in horror, only to feel the cold wind blowing on both sides.There was a sudden pain in the tip of the toe, and the whole person fell out of control, no good, I tripped over a rock!
Suddenly, it became hot around him, and Uncle Zhang could almost smell the burnt smell on his hair, and the dust clung to his sweat-stained face, making him extremely embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Lan Shuying let go of him the moment he fell.

She held a golden red fire lotus flower in her left hand, and she cut open the index finger of her right hand, and what came out was not blood, but evil spirit as thick as substance!
Her hands had completely turned purple-black, her face was also blue, her whole body was stiff and cold, her eyes were burning red, her red lips were slightly parted, and her two canine teeth gradually extended, becoming fangs that covered her lower lip.

Half of the old man's body was set on fire by her karma, and he was shaking his hands crazily on the spot.

He rammed and rubbed against the wall, trying to use the stone wall to put out the fire.

At this time, the fire on his skull's head was curled up on the bone shell, a thin layer, and it was close to disappearing—how could the mortal fire be on the same level as this fire lotus?

All the ghosts in Yizhuang crowded at the gate, sticking their heads out to look, but they couldn't get out because they were restrained by the old man.

The tall and thin man hesitated, should he make a move?

Old Yangan was stronger than him, and he couldn't do anything with the fire, and... the tall and thin man's eyes fell on the stone wall of Yizhuang, and he saw that the stone was like paper in front of Huolian.

Have you ever seen tinfoil ingots burnt during worship? When touched by fire, they first deformed, then changed color, and finally shrunk into gray paper pieces, which shattered into powder when poked.

The same goes for this stone wall.

He is not from Yizhuang. If he helps, the empress will probably blame him for dragging her into the water... Finally made up his mind, the tall and thin man silently said: Brother, take care of yourself!
The figure turned into a puff of blue smoke and disappeared.

……

I don't know how long it took.

Uncle Zhang was lying on his side on the ground, the blood on his head and face turned cold.

He felt like he fell asleep here in a daze after falling.Now that I wake up, I feel that my eyelids are heavy.

The sun shone warmly on his face, and the surrounding air was also good. At least it didn't smell like before... the strange smell mixed with rancid, burnt and smoked alcohol.

He suddenly thought of the burning skull, and immediately opened his eyes in fright.

Seeing this, he broke out in a cold sweat again.

The first glance fell on the scarecrow on the side of the road.

The scarecrow was burnt to the point that most of its body was gone, its papery face was scorched black, its head was propped up by a bare wooden stick, only half of its painted eyes were left, and there was a sense of resentment for no reason!

He remembered that when he first saw it at night, the gate of Yizhuang was not far behind the scarecrow, but now that the sun shines, it is clear that there are bulging graves all around, many of which do not even have tombstones, and there are green hills and wild trees far away. Where is the yizhuang surrounded by stone walls?
"Uncle." The girl's hoarse voice sounded behind him.

He turned around as quickly as if he had found the backbone.

"Wipe your face." Lan Shuying handed him a wet cloth handkerchief and asked him to wipe off the blood on his forehead.

He ran out from Yizhuang yesterday, knocked his head on the dirt road, scratched a piece of skin, looked horrified, but fortunately he didn't fall on the stone, otherwise his life would be gone, just making that old ghost look happy.

After wiping his face, Uncle Zhang asked in shock, "Girl, are you alright?"

Lan Shuying caressed her cold right hand thoughtfully, and shook her head: "It's okay."

In fact, her right arm is close to useless, and it won't recover in a short time.

Did not expect, really did not expect.

But if you think about it carefully, it does make sense.

That yizhuang is very strange.

It felt like wandering into a stronghold of wild ghosts by mistake.

The evil spirit inside is a tonic for her soul, the same as the silver bracelet, the bad thing is that the dumb girl's body can't bear it.

The dumb girl was dug out from the belly of the female corpse, between yin and yang, and was rejected by both worlds at the same time-she was actually a failure.

If the dumb girl had died at that time, she would have gained good fortune by being reincarnated; if she had sucked a few mouthfuls of corpse blood at that time, nourished it in the mother's womb for a period of time and then broke out by herself, she would be a zombie with certain thinking ability .

But the dumb girl is neither.

(End of this chapter)