Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

What's wrong, Zhenren? Seeing Li Huowang so nervous, he took a few steps back.

The black pottery jars in the distance don't look out of the ordinary. They are just ordinary jars for pickling vegetables. The only unique feature is that they have the word 福 on them.

Li Huowang looked at the jars without letting down his guard at all, Something just glanced at me from there!

Look at you? Jinshan looked hesitant and looked at the jars in the distance again.

Is there someone inside? But in real life, the jar is too small to hold one person.

I didn't say it was someone looking at me! Li Huowang decisively spread Da Qian Lu on the ground. The bloody fingernails quickly flew over and easily cut through the black pottery jars.

The sound of crash kept sounding, and the black pottery jars broke one after another, and brown salt water mixed with pickles spilled all over the floor.

Li Huowang did not relax his vigilance. He walked over carefully and used the sword in his hand to pick up the pottery pieces and inspect them carefully one by one.

After careful inspection. Li Huowang didn't find anything unusual. These jars were really just jars for pickles.

The sound attracted people in the room, and an old woman on crutches walked past tremblingly, You kid, why did you smash my vegetable jar? Pay for it!

Li Huowang put away his sword, took out some broken silver from his arms and threw it at her feet. He faced her cautiously and retreated step by step.

Master, where are you going? Aren't you going to buy food? Jinshan Xian quickly followed.

Leave this place first, let's go buy somewhere else! After just that moment, Li Huowang had completely lost trust in the village in front of him.

At this critical period, Li Huowang would rather guess wrong than be ambushed by something. He no longer wanted to suffer this kind of loss.

Facing Li Huowang and the two of them moving away, the old woman did not stop him anymore. Instead, she leaned on her crutches and picked up the broken silver on the ground, muttering in her toothless mouth, as if she was cursing something.

After leaving the village, Li Huowang led a group of people and continued on their way until late at night.

In a bamboo forest, they finally stopped. No matter what the line of sight was, such a far distance was enough to stay away from danger.

The bonfire was raised, and the group began to set up pots to cook. Although everyone was tired, they still had to eat. Otherwise, the body simply cannot hold on.

Li Huowang did not do these chores. He stood on the roof of the bullock cart and used his excellent eyesight to patrol the surroundings like a watchtower.

Steamed Bun seemed to understand Li Huowang's thoughts. He put his nose to the ground and kept sniffing in circles.

But until after the meal, there was still nothing unusual, as if the sight in the village before was an illusion.

Did I feel wrong? Li Huowang had a trace of doubt in his heart. In fact, he has never trusted his own feelings.

But soon he put aside all doubts that there was no need at all. He had already done the thing and didn't need to hesitate.

Senior Brother Li, dinner is ready. Come and eat.

What we ate today was bamboo shoot noodles made from local ingredients. The fresh bamboo shoots taste crisp and sweet. Although there is no meat, the thick layer of lard on the noodle soup soothes Li Huowang's shriveled stomach.

For a while, other people gathered around the bonfire and ate enthusiastically. The sounds of soup and the crisp snapping of bamboo shoots could be heard all the time.

After eating and drinking enough, they felt sleepy. Others who were tired simply lay down on the quilt and closed their eyes.

The person keeping vigil tonight is Li Huowang. At this time, he cannot trust anyone else.

Soon, apart from the crackling of the bonfire, there was no other sound in the bamboo forest.

Li Huowang was left sitting by the campfire, gently stroking the soft hair on the bun.

But he was not an iron man after all, and he soon felt sleepy.

After shaking his head vigorously, but feeling that the sleepiness was not dispelled, Li Huowang took out a sharp awl from his hem and stabbed it directly into the palm of his right hand.

The blood-stained Taoist robe turned even redder, and the severe pain made Li Huowang's whole body tense up. He suddenly felt refreshed and no longer felt sleepy.

Little Taoist Master, if I hadn't done it for you, the old man would have had less sleep.

Although he didn't see anyone, Li Huowang already knew who was behind him through the sound of footsteps and the familiar smell of tobacco. Captain Lu, let's sleep in your bed. We have to travel tomorrow. You've been keeping vigil today, but you won't be able to bear it tomorrow.

Lu Zhuangyuan sat down next to Li Huowang with his wrinkled face. He carefully took out three tobacco pipes from the cigarette bag, mixed them with some dead leaves on the ground, put them into the hole of the pipe and lit them.

Master Dao, what do you think of my little son?

Huh? Li Huowang glanced at Lu Xiucai, who was sleeping against his brother and sister-in-law.

His impression of this young man was not very good. He was timid, and he was hesitant and hesitant in everything he did.

Little Taoist Master, I know it's a bit wishful thinking, but I still want to pull an old face and ask this old man, can I let him become your disciple?

That boy is not actually an actor. He has never spoken. Don't be dissatisfied. I don't expect you to teach him all the magical powers. Even if he knows the same thing, it is just like smoke rising from the graves of our Lu family ancestors.

Just as Lu Zhuangyuan finished speaking, he found that the young Taoist suddenly stood up in response.

It's coming! Get up! Li Huowang shouted loudly, causing the others who had just fallen asleep to rub their eyes and wake up.

Be on guard! After Li Huowang finished speaking, he slowly walked towards the bamboo forest on the side with his sword in hand. The bamboo forest that should have been crisp and green looked particularly gloomy under the shroud of darkness.

Not long after walking, Li Huowang saw two white porcelain jars between the bamboos.

The jars are not big and look similar to watermelons. There is a long red letter on the two jars, and some words are written on them with a brush.

Deceased Mother: Revealing Yang’s Fengling’s Position

Grandfather; great-grandfather Li Gongquan has the position

It is obvious that these are two urn jars, and the traces of worship in front of the jars also prove this.

Seeing this jar, Li Huowang hesitated a little. Did he really want to smash this jar of ashes? God knows what will pop out of it later.

After thinking about it, Li Huowang slowly withdrew. The firelight in the distance gradually disappeared, and everyone began to rush on their way in the middle of the night.

I don't know how much time passed, but the lids of the two ashes jars slowly rose up, and two children's heads with white powder on their faces emerged from the jars.

They are obviously not ordinary children, their heads are only the size of an ordinary man's fist.

The round blushers on both sides of their cheeks are particularly conspicuous on their snow-white faces.

The villains looked at each other and laughed, and then their arms and legs, also painted with white powder, stretched out through the urn.

Just as the two were about to leave, they were blocked by a figure descending from the sky.

Li Huowang gritted his teeth and stared at the two weird things in front of him with his bloodshot eyes due to lack of sleep.