fox repair

The peasant woman led the fortune teller out of the city. Her home was more than ten miles away from the main city. In order to save some money, she walked here alone in the early morning. So that people can walk the dirt road with her, and want to hire a bullock cart.

"No, I'll hire a carriage, it will be faster." The fortune teller said.

The peasant woman was very embarrassed, she only spent a total of two pennies to hire someone, and now she wanted someone to hire a carriage, so she couldn't justify it, "Sir, I don't have that much cash with me, it may not be enough for the carriage, otherwise, You put it on for me first, and I'll return it to you when I get back."

The fortune teller just smiled, and looked for a carriage, and when he and the peasant woman got into the carriage, there was a slamming sound from the roof of the carriage, which made the peasant woman shrink her neck in fright, and asked what was wrong.The fortune teller glanced up and said with a smile: "It's okay, maybe some wild cat climbed up."

The coachman set off, and the carriage picked up speed after leaving the city. It walked along the country road with wasteland on both sides, but no one noticed that there was a white ball of hair on the roof of the carriage.

It took nearly an hour to reach the place even though he was running fast. Mo Chen lay on his stomach on the roof of the car all the way, basking in the sun very comfortably, but such a distance is really not close for an ordinary person.Mo Chen has been a demon for too long, and has already forgotten what the suffering of the people is like. At this moment, he thought that the old woman had to walk so far into the city before dawn. In the suffering of oppression, it is rare to have a little compassion, and feel that this woman is quite pitiful.

The carriage stopped in front of three dilapidated huts, and the fortune teller told the carriage not to leave, and sent him back to the city after he finished his business.

While the fortune teller was talking to the coachman, Mo Chen stood up and walked leisurely step by step to the edge of the roof, stuck out a fox's head, and looked at the fortune teller provocatively.The fortune teller noticed him, and he was not surprised, but told him softly, "Be gentle when you get down, so as not to scare the driver." Then he turned and went into the hut.

As the woman said, in order to see a doctor for her son, her family was destitute, leaving only an empty dilapidated house. Except for a bed and a table, everything in the house could be used as a living room.The fortune teller was led to the east room by the woman, and he saw a pale young man lying on the bed, already haggard and motionless like a dead man.

Sitting beside the bed was a farmer, the head of the family, with a sad face, gray beard and gray hair, staring straight at the young man on the bed.

Mo Chen followed the fortune teller when he came in. When he saw this scene, he was still puzzled, how could a grown man stay at home and let a woman run into the city to show his face?However, at this moment, he saw that the young man who had been lying on the bed without making a sound suddenly moved, turned his back to the crowd, and arched his waist. Seeing this, the farmer immediately stood up and rushed towards his son. He was forced to inject him, but the young man didn't know where the strength came from, and he broke the farmer away at once, and continued to arch his body, which was extremely indecent.

"You unfilial son! You unfilial son..." The farmer cursed with red eyes, and pounced on him again, trying to stop him from moving, but he couldn't control it no matter what.After the young man moved for a while, he suddenly trembled twice. His body seemed to tense for a moment, stagnated for a moment, and then loosened again. passed out.

It is true that a man is needed to guard by the bed, otherwise which woman can suppress this strength?I'm afraid it will take longer.

Panting heavily, the farmer stepped forward to uncover the quilt with trembling hands, and then lifted off his son's obscene clothes, and saw that the obscene pants underneath were already wet.

The peasant woman standing behind the fortune teller suddenly let out a wail, covering her mouth and crying bitterly.

This is really true, you are still having sex dreams at this level?

Mo Chen couldn't help sighing, and then swept his eyes lightly around the room, his eyes resting on a painting hanging on the wall.

The painting was exquisitely framed and well preserved, and it seemed to be of great value, so it was a bit out of place with this dilapidated house.The painting is a picture of a woman sleeping in spring, the painter is extremely skillful, she outlines the woman's eyebrows and eyes in a charming and vivid way, and she looks extremely beautiful, as if she can walk out of the painting.

Mo Chen snorted coldly in his heart, and could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the painting.

There is a wave of spiritual power floating on the woman in this painting, and there is actually a trace of soul power remaining.Mo Chen reckoned that this thing should be transformed by a ray of remnant soul, and then released his divine sense to identify it carefully. He couldn't help but be a little surprised, and found that there was a monster on it. Obviously, this ray of remnant soul once belonged to a demon cultivator, and his cultivation level was not enough. Low, should be on par with Mo Chen himself.It's just that this demon cultivator has only a remnant soul left in the world, neither a demon body nor a demon core. I am afraid that even the primordial spirit has been exhausted in these long years. The power at this time is earlier than that of Mo Chen. It's already a world of difference, Mo Chen doesn't even need to move his claws, he just needs to blow gently, and he can finish her off.

The unlucky son of this family must have been bewitched by the demon spirit in this painting, and ended up in such a tragic end that he was almost exhausted.Fortunately, they met Mo Chen, as long as Mo Chen could do a little work, he could save the life of their talented son.But Mo Chen didn't want to meddle in his own business so easily, instead he looked at the fortune teller.The ghost in this painting is nothing to him, and it is difficult for ordinary people to deal with. He wanted to see how he could save people with a magic stick that cheated money with a clever mouth, so he wanted to see it. The deputy has nothing to do with his high-hanging appearance, lying on the side to watch the excitement.

Seeing that the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, the son wanted to drip oil again. The farmer couple brought hot water to wipe the son's dirt, and lay on the bedside crying to death. The peasant woman sobbed and said to the fortune teller: "Sir I saw it...and I beg you to save my son..."

The fortune teller didn't answer, but just walked out of the room, Mo Chen immediately followed him out, and saw him start to check around inside and outside the hut.

Hey, he really is a big liar with no skills. The painting is obviously hanging on the wall, but he still has to take the test all over the room. I guess it is just an act, or can't see anything?

Every time the fortune teller walked to a place, he had to pinch his fingers to look at it, and he was still muttering something. Mo Chen was interested in watching it at first, but then he felt something was wrong.

Why is this person behaving so familiarly?

He remembered that when the man was still alive, he went to Shengu’s house to bury beads. At that time, he was pretending to be a Taoist master who looked after the house’s Fengshui. .

"This family has a demon who has cultivated for nearly a thousand years. Although it is just a remnant soul, it is not something you can deal with. If you promise to give me the bead, I will help you recover it." Mo Chen continued. Began to seduce, walked up to the fortune teller, the big furry tail almost entangled him.

The fortune teller lowered his head and saw the pair of black and bright eyes of the white fox. They were originally clear and black, and looked very cute and pure, but the eyes were full of calculation and cunning. If a person seeks something, it is not considered a good relationship, and it is not beneficial to you, so there is no need to do it. Unless you are willing to give a helping hand without asking for anything in return."

Seeing that the mortal hand was about to touch it, Mo Chen was about to explode.Can any cat or dog touch his head casually? !So he opened his mouth and was about to bite, but after thinking about it for a while, such a rough man would feel that he would lose his price even if he bit him, so he simply ran away, and turned his head to look at the magic stick after a certain distance, feeling that he It's almost impossible to communicate with this person.

Whenever this person says something, it's always wrong. He says something, but he wants to say something. He is full of benevolent and moral nonsense. It doesn't matter to him whether it is good for him or not?Does he still want to learn from that kind of goblin who does good deeds without leaving a name?What does the life and death of these people have to do with him? Why does he bother to make a move if he doesn't want to do anything?

Seeing that the fox ran away and ignored him, the fortune teller was not annoyed, and slowly returned to the east chamber where the young scholar lay.

"This painting is exquisitely crafted. It looks worth some silver taels. Why didn't you pawn it?" The fortune teller asked casually as he stood in front of the painting and seemed to be admiring it.

After crying once, the peasant woman calmed down and walked over with a sigh, "Sir, I don't know. This painting was handed down by my ancestors. According to legend, the generation of the great ancestors saved a disaster because of this painting." , so it is regarded as a property of the town house, and it cannot be sold until it is in the place of death. Besides, my son has liked this painting since he was a child. When he was young, because of the carelessness of his servants, this painting was soaked in water, and he was seriously ill as a result. It took a while until a craftsman was found to repair the painting, and the strange disease was cured. Since then, no one dared to touch the painting, and regarded him as the lifeblood of the child."

"It seems that this painting has a lot to do with Young Master Ling." The fortune teller nodded after listening, "May I take this painting down for a look?"

Could it be that the magic stick saw the problem with this painting?It doesn't seem so useless.Mo Chen murmured in his heart, but felt that it was ridiculous for this family not only to throw away such a weird painting, but to offer it up as a treasure. He couldn't understand the stupidity of these mortals at all.

The woman hesitated for a while, then nodded, and was about to remove the painting from the wall for the fortune teller, when she suddenly heard a strange cry behind her.

"Don't touch it!" As if returning to the light, the scholar suddenly sat up from the bed, staring at the peasant woman with tearing eyes, as if his mother was his enemy.

The peasant woman was startled, "Song'er, you, what's wrong with you..."

"Don't touch her!" Xiucai scrambled off the bed and threw herself on the peasant woman.

"Stop him!" The fortune teller shouted to the farmer who hadn't recovered yet, and then turned around to pick the painting.

The farmer was yelled at by the fortune teller, and subconsciously grabbed his son, but the peasant woman was already frightened, and couldn't believe that the person in front of her who wanted to pounce on her and tear her apart was actually that obedient and filial son.

"Don't touch her! None of you are allowed to touch her!"

The farmer and his wife thought that their son had been yelling not to let them touch the painting, so they hurriedly turned to look at the fortune teller, but it was too late, the fortune teller had already taken the painting off the wall, and then the couple saw the painting that made them feel uncomfortable. A creepy sight.

I saw the woman in the painting who was supposed to be sleeping in the spring with her eyes closed among the flowers, but at some point, she opened her eyes silently and looked at the fortune teller expressionlessly.