dead child, ghost carrying coffin

After the matter was settled, it was hard for Hua Jiu not to disturb Zhao Aiguo's rest too much.

After leaving the room with Chen Daji, he went straight to Wang San's room.

At this time, Wang Qianyue went to school and was not at home. Only Wang San sat on the heated kang and weaved baskets with thorns.

Although the pair of big hands looked extremely rough, they were extremely flexible. A delicate basket the size of a fist had already been woven and placed beside Wang San.

"Third Uncle, we are back!"

Chen Daji was lively, quickly took off his shoes on the kang, and stuffed his feet under the folded quilt.

"Oh mom, it's cold outside! Third uncle, have you gone hunting in the mountains these days?!"

Wang San was obviously very happy to see Chen Daji and Hua Jiunan, he put down his work and patted this and that.

"Hey, why are you two back? Is school on holiday again?!"

"Xiao Jiu, go to the kang to keep warm. Uncle will cook rabbits for you at noon!"

Hua Jiu smiled and stopped Wang San from getting up.

"I didn't have a holiday, but I heard Uncle Chen said that Uncle Zhao was injured, so I came back specially to take a look."

"I just came from that house, so I'm here to chat with you."

While talking, Hua Jiunan took the cigarette from Chen Daji's hand, lit it, and stuffed it into Wang San's mouth.

Then she sat next to him and sighed deliberately.

Wang San saw that Hua Jiunan must be looking for something, so he said it half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Why are you sighing, why are you being bullied outside?!"

"Say whoever offends you, uncle shoots him and kills him!"

Sitting next to Wang San, being held by his calloused hands, Hua Jiunan felt an infinite sense of security in his heart.

Like a wandering child who finally returned to his parents.

"Third Uncle, a strange thing happened in our school..."

Following Hua Jiunan's narration, Wang San kept nodding slightly.

After learning all about it, Wang San put on a cotton coat and paced back and forth in the room.

"Xiao Jiu, do you still remember the story you told third uncle last time?"

"It's the child of the flower of the underworld."

Hua Jiunan is so smart, he suddenly realized it when he heard the words!

Yup!

The son of Manzhushahua has been embellished by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva for many years in the flower bud. If you want to resolve his grievances, of course you will get the essence of it.

Therefore, being able to display supernatural powers similar to the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm made everyone in the school fall into a state of false bliss.

Taking a step back, not to mention such heaven and earth spirits, even if it is an ordinary goldfish, wouldn't listening to Guanyin Bodhisattva talk about Buddha for a hundred years become a climate!

In the end, even the Buddhist sutra collection team had no choice but to be subdued by the Bodhisattva himself.

So the Inufeng clan has bred that "son of the devil"? !

After he came out, the road of fire can reach the depths of the nether world. Did the dog seal patriarch Panhu also leave Jiuyou......

(For the explanation of the road of fire, please refer to the note at the end of Chapter 915 for details.)

Although my lineage has no enmity with Panhu, the other party will only trouble Didang Mountain.

But as a sentient emperor, Hua Jiunan didn't want to see the two sides fighting and causing people to die.

Thinking about it, Hua Jiunan was already immersed in it.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang San and Chen Dage didn't bother him, instead they talked nonsense to each other.

"Yoho, third uncle, this little basket you weave is so pretty, can you give it to us?!"

Wang San was taken aback when he heard the words, then laughed and cursed.

"You kid looks silly, but you know what to do."

"I made it up to put a 'bird' on Qianyue, what do you want it for?!"

Chen Daji was not polite at all, and he had already grabbed the small basket Lala in his hand without waiting for Wang San's consent.

"I also use it to hold things! Uncle, you don't know, our baby is much older!"

"Stinky fart bombs, big maggots and so on, they beat people really hard!"

Wang San looked at Chen Dage, who was like a "treasure offering", feeling helpless in his heart.

Daji, this child is completely crooked!It doesn't matter if people are wicked, but the instruments used are so wicked! !

Why are you competing with things like shit and fart!It's really insulting to the gentleness of the royal family...

Thinking about it, Wang San couldn't help but burst out laughing again.

Forget it!

The more wicked this kid is, the less disadvantaged Xiao Jiu and him will be in the future battle.

Anyway, the unlucky ones are those guys on the opposite side, haha!

Shall I help him again and give him some wicked magic weapons with smoke...

With this in mind, Wang San had an idea in his mind.

Quietly reached out and grabbed it, attracting poor ghosts, poor ghosts, and unlucky ghosts to attach to the small basket in Chen Dage's hand.

And use a voice that no one else can hear.

"The three of you will take orders from my nephew Da Ji, who is also the one-word side-by-side king proclaimed by Jiu Nan."

"If you dare to disobey even a little, you will definitely enter the depths of Jiuyou, and you will never be able to turn over!"

How could the three ghosts dare to disobey the emperor's decree, and they also realized that this was a great opportunity that they couldn't even ask for.

Immediately knelt down and kowtowed desperately, shouting "The Emperor is merciful" and "The prince is brave".

Since then, Chen Dage has gone farther and farther on the path of immorality, and there is no possibility of turning back.

Whenever you fight against an enemy, one move up will fill up its negative status.

As long as the opponent's morality does not exceed Jiang Chudi, it is the kind that cannot be "washed off"...