Chunyin

Then Huang Laodao opened his mouth and called me: "Mr. Xiaolan——"

Zhuang Heng sipped his tea beside him with a smile.

I said, "My surname is Liang."

The old man was very sensible, so he changed his words: "Mr. Liang Xiaolan——"

I said, "My surname is Liang and my name is Yin, and my name is Lanzheng. Just like Xiao Yu, you call me Liang Yin."

"What big fish and small fish..." The old Taoist was confused, squinted his eyes for a while, and said, "Let's call him Xiaolan. Anyway, you are Xiaolan."

I:"……"

One misstep will cause eternal hatred... If I had known that there would still be today, I would not have agreed to Fu Huan calling me Xiaolan when I was beaten to death.

This Huang Laodao’s house seems to be a shelter. While talking, I saw several goblins and ghosts with missing arms and legs, limped around the hall for a few times, and then limped back to the backyard. go.The two people sitting in the hall seemed to be accustomed to this.

Zhuang Heng was originally sitting and drinking tea and talking, but two green goblins came from nowhere, sneaked up to his feet, grabbed his clothes and tried to pull him back, murmured something .

Huang Laodao looked kindly: "Young Master Li, go and see him."

After Zhuang Heng was dragged away by those two goblins, Huang Laodao and I looked at each other in the main room.

I looked in the direction where Zhuang Heng left, and saw a few banana leaves and a few peach blossoms protruding from the open back door. The garden was full of spring grass and lush greenery.

I retracted my head and asked the old Taoist priest, "Are you taking in all these goblins and ghosts?"

The old Taoist stroked his beard and nodded: "A lot of things have happened recently. The place is small and it's already a bit crowded." He stood up tremblingly while supporting the table, and said, "If you don't go with Mr. Li, have a look?"

I said, "That bastard can't beat a fart with three sticks, I have something to ask you."

Huang Lao said: "Oh, I don't know much about Mr. Li, what do you want to ask?"

Huang Laodao was getting old, with old arms and legs, and walked very slowly. I followed him step by step to the backyard, and asked, "You borrowed his fishing rod to catch me back?"

Huang Lao said: "Probably so."

What is probably?

I asked, "Is that you looking for me, or is he looking for me?"

Huang Lao said: "It should be him. But it is mainly someone else."

Me: "What else?"

Huang Laodao: "It's not considered a human. If I insist, it should be regarded as a ghost? It's very powerful. No one has seen it... Oh no, he has seen it."

Huang Laodao didn't match his words, and I was confused: "Who? Who?"

Huang Laodao said: "Besides you, there is another 'Xiaolan' here. In fact, there were many Xiaolans, but he is the only one who survived now."

I was even more dizzy: "Who the hell?"

Huang Laodao said: "Hey, fortunately, Mr. Li found you first. Mr. Li found you, and it took a lot of effort."

Me: "..." What are you talking about, you didn't listen to my question at all, did you?

I decided to start over and ask: "This Mr. Li, what is his background now?"

When Huang Laodao heard the words, he first widened his old eyes, then lowered his voice and whispered to his ears: "Mr. Li, you have a lot of background."

Me: "How big is not small?"

Huang Laodao: "Mr. Li is young enough to fight against that ghost. He saved Xiaolan."

I followed suit: "Well, what then?"

Huang Laodao just smiled and said shyly: "I'm just guessing. According to my old way, I think Mr. Li is from a god."

I said, "He? Zhuang Heng? Immortal? Stop talking nonsense."

Huang Laodao said: "He also set up the turtle's breath formation in this house. Old Daoist, I have lived to this age, and I have never even heard the name of this formation. But he set it up in a few clicks."

Huang Laodao was very emotional, and I empathized with his emotion. Zhuang Heng also had this kind of infuriating talent in his previous life.

I asked, "What kind of formation is this? It's very powerful?"

Just at the back door, I looked at the vegetation growing in the yard in the drizzle, and all kinds of spirits and spirits resting among the vegetation, and I kind of understood what the so-called "turtle resting array" might be used for.

Huang Laodao said: "This formation can protect this place from mortals and evil spirits, and it can also help the goblins and ghosts in it to recuperate. It's very powerful."

Oh, no wonder I also felt very comfortable when I came in just now.

I saw that Zhuang Heng was next to a loquat tree in the northeast corner of the backyard at the moment, and there was a circle of ghosts around him looking around, it seemed quite lively.

I left Huang Laodao and floated over by myself.

There is a big rock beside the loquat tree, Zhuang Heng is sitting at the corner of the rock, and a man in dark green clothes is lying on the rock.The man was slender and beautiful, but at the moment his face was pale and his eyes were half closed, sickly.Zhuang Heng was leaning over, reaching out to untie the man's shirt.

I said: "There is a large crowd, Mr. Zhuang is not doing this well, is it?"

Zhuang Heng ignored me.A group of strange spirits beside him watched intently and ignored me.

I was a little embarrassed and shut up.

After Zhuang Heng loosened the belt with his fingers, he pushed aside the shirt on the man's left chest, and a hole the size of a bowl appeared in front of his eyes.All the goblins around took a deep breath and whispered, "How painful this must be."

I also shivered when I saw it, and took a step forward, frowned and looked carefully: "This is him, what's wrong?"

Zhuang Heng was concentrating on what he was doing and didn't hear my words.

A butterfly demon stopped on my shoulder and said enthusiastically, "Xiaolan was rescued after her heart was gouged out."

Butterfly Yao said again: "Are you Xiaolan too? Then you have to be careful. There is a powerful bad guy out there, who is going to dig your hearts out."