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"Where did you go on the way back last night?" Si Buhui poured some medicinal spring water from the gourd and poured Xiang Dongzi a drink, then patted him on the shoulder and asked.

Xiang Dongzi drank the medicinal spring water, and felt the ringing in his ears lessened a lot.He patted his chest and took a few breaths, and then he recalled intermittently, "I came back yesterday and didn't go anywhere. I went to the Sancha intersection with Shunzi and the others and saw a woman sitting on the corner of the wall under the street lamp." Speaking of that woman, Xiang Dongzi couldn't help shivering again.

"Do you remember which streetlight specifically?" Si Buhui asked him.

Xiang Dongzi shook his head, "It's too dark, I drank again and I can't remember clearly, it's about the second or third around the corner."

Si Buhui asked Xiang Dongzi a few more questions, but this little bastard who was frightened after drinking last night really didn't dare to recall those horrible things, so he shook his head violently and cried Begging, "Master, please let me go"

Seeing that nothing came out of the question, the two left Xiang Dongzi's house.Before leaving, Si Buhui was also very merciful and left him a cup of medicinal spring water, and told him to take a sip when he was really sad.

After leaving the door, He Chen asked, "You said you didn't want to save it before, why did you give the medicinal spring water to others now?"

"Because the task this time is not only to catch demons, but also to save people," Si Buhui explained, "but if the yang energy is absorbed by Shayi, people will easily go out of their bodies. Can keep the soul, it is still very easy for people to leave the body."

Doesn't that mean death if the soul leaves the body? He Chen also trembled, and couldn't help but quicken his pace, "Then let's go quickly."

Huaicheng is small, but it can't stand the fact that there are many alleys, twists and turns, and there can be countless lines between the two places.Si Buhui and He Chen followed Xiang Dongzi's words to the place where he was separated from the other gangsters, and found that there were two more roads leading to his house.

"How to get there?" He Chen tugged at the hem of Si Buhui's clothes, "Does your compass work?"

When Si Buhui went out, he didn't wear his crane cloak, nor did he carry any weird bag, and if he didn't look at the gourd pinned to his waist, his simple and clean denim outfit showed no other traces of nagging.Then, under He Chen's gaze, he reached into his pants pocket and took out a small bottle containing a small silver beetle.

Si Buhui uncorked the bottle, bent the index finger and tapped the bottle a few times, the little beetle lying on the bottom of the bottle reluctantly flapped its wings and crawled out of the bottle, slowly flying to the two of them. .

"What is this?" He Chen stared at the little beetle with wide eyes, "Why have I never seen you take it out?"

"Guiding worms," ​​Si Buhui explained concisely, "this kind of worms are more sensitive to evil spirits. I guess the road where Xiang Dongzi was attacked will be more evil than the other road, so let it lead the way. It will be faster."

He Chen looked at the little beetle, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his wings. When he retracted his hand, he found that his fingers were stained with a lot of silver powder. He rubbed his fingers depressingly, and found that not only did he not remove the powder, The few fingers that were not stained also turned silvery white, "This bug is still fading."

"There is powder on the wings." Si Buhui stretched out his sleeves to He Chen, "Lady, wipe it here."

He Chen finally took his hand back, "Forget it, I'll go back and wash my hands." After finishing speaking, he pushed Si Buhui's arm back, and whispered, "Don't you want me to wash your clothes in the end?" No kidding To put it bluntly, the young master who does not eat fireworks still thinks that the laundry tub is a mature basin like the washing machine, and he can wash clothes by himself.

"So you raised this bug?" He Chen put his hands behind his back and walked beside Si Buhui, watching the little bug fly forward, "Why have I never seen you feed it before?"

Si Buhui said, "I will let it go out to look for food in the middle of the night, and it will automatically fly back the next morning."

He Chen nodded thoughtfully, "This is better than Corgi, and it would be great if Corgi would find food by himself someday."

The single kitten who was far away at home, and Corgi who was still persistently climbing the drink cabinet, suddenly sneezed hard.

Meow, it must be that shameless poop shoveler secretly speaking ill of me again.

While talking, the little beetle flew through several bends, and led the two of them to a secluded alley with few people.He Chen looked around at the low bungalows with closed doors and windows and the dilapidated street lamps, and for no reason believed that this was the place where Xiang Dongzi met Sha Yi yesterday.

The little beetle flew forward to one of the street lamps, circled around the lamp post and refused to leave.

Si Buhui and He Chen followed the little beetle to the streetlight, and they walked around, but found nothing.

Si Buhui put the little beetle back into the bottle, and put it in his trouser pocket.He looked up at the damaged street lamp with a strange expression on his face.After a long time, Si Buhui looked away and said to He Chen, "Lady, let's go."

"Don't look at it" He Chen didn't see any tricks at first, but seeing that Si Buhui kept looking up at the street lamp with an unpredictable expression, he was embarrassed to disturb him, so he followed his example and looked up at the sky. The mind starts to wander aimlessly.

"I shouldn't be able to see anything," Si Buhui said, "Let's go back first."

The two turned around and left the alley.After they left, a gust of drafts lifted the thick dust accumulated on the ground, revealing a few spots of yellow sand in the corners.

Opening the shop as usual in the evening, I wasted a lot of time going to Xiang Dongzi's house in the afternoon. After returning, He Chen hurriedly started preparing the ingredients for the evening.While chopping stuffing, he instructed Si Buhui to cut vegetables, and continued to inquire about Xiang Dongzi, "For someone like him, how can Yang Qi be supplemented?"

Si Buhui nodded and shook his head again, "Supplementing food is one method, but it takes a long time. Usually, we find out the items that two people have a relationship with and burn them, so that Shayi has no way to absorb the yang energy from that person. "

"Creating a relationship" He Chen heard another secondary vocabulary that he used to hear when playing games, "It's the kind of drawing a magic circle with blood and asking him if you are my aster."

Si Buhui didn't quite understand, but he also knew that what He Chen said was different from what he was thinking, "It's not like that. Shayi is a monster with no physical shape, she needs to be attached to a woman to act, and if she wants to harm someone , you need the other party to accept the item transformed from a part of your body. But such items are usually not easy to find."

"Then why didn't you look for something at Xiang Dongzi's house just now?" He Chen finished chopping the stuffing, went to Si Buhui's side to check the vegetables he had cut, and found that the length was equal and the thickness was even, so he nodded in satisfaction.

Si Buhui frowned, "His house is full of yellow sand that has been invaded by sand clothes. You can't find it until all the yellow sand in the house is cleaned out."

"No wonder you left so briskly." He Chen was stunned.

The diners who came to dinner at night were not greatly affected by the incident of Xiang Dongzi's madness. Instead, they regarded him as an after-dinner conversation piece, and they talked about what they heard at the table.It was because Xiang Dongzi went crazy and lost his backbone, those little bastards stayed at home in despair tonight, not daring to come out to provoke Si Buhui.

He Chen cooked a big pot of shredded pork noodles with pickled vegetables, filled them into six large bowls and prepared to serve them out.Seeing Si Buhui, he immediately put down the kitchen knife in his hand, turned around and took the dish in He Chen's hand, "Lady, this is too heavy, let me carry it."

He Chen let go of his hand graciously, Ren Si Buhui took the plate, and followed him out of the back kitchen, smilingly passed the dish to those aunts who came to eat supper together after the night shift in the factory, "Auntie, your Shredded Pork Noodles with Pickled Vegetables is ready."

A man who lived near Xiang Dongzi’s house told his sisters what happened last night vividly while waiting for food, “I slept well, but suddenly I heard Dongzi next door start crying, crying for help I thought it was a nightmare and misunderstood. When I woke up this morning, he was found stealing cement, right? The sand was scattered all over the ground, and it took me several days to clean it.”

"So, people can't do bad things," the aunt who is the team leader of the workshop concluded her statement, "Once you do it, you will be punished."

While talking, the noodles have been brought to everyone's hands.I saw the snow-white noodles dotted with dark green cabbage and neatly cut shredded pork, exuding an attractive food aroma.

The aunts were already so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs after work. When they smelled the tangy aroma of the food, they moved their index fingers. They couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and put the noodles in their mouths.The hand-rolled noodles are elastic and elastic, and they are delicious when you put them in your mouth with shredded pork.The soup of Qinglingling seems bland, but it is full of the salty aroma of pickled vegetables, and it is so fresh that your tongue will be sucked off after one sip.

"Chenzi, today's noodles were rolled really well." The aunt gave He Chen a thumbs up while eating.

"Really?" He Chen smiled, "Si Bugui rolled the noodles today, you should praise him, you should praise him."

The aunts happily praised Si Buhui again, "Xiao Si is getting more and more capable, and when he learns to cook someday, let the aunts have a taste of your cooking."

Si Buhui said seriously, "I'm sorry, aunts, my wife said that only he can taste the dishes I cook, so I'd better make more noodles for everyone."

"Oh, I didn't expect our son-in-law to even eat his aunt's jealousy." After hearing Si Buhui's words, the aunts couldn't help teasing He Chen again, and laughter filled the whole room.

While talking and laughing, He Chen glimpsed from the corner of his eyes that although Aunt Wang was laughing along with her, her spirits were worse than last time, so she couldn't help but sighed, and then showed a worried expression.

Corgi seemed to be aware of the guest's unhappiness, and at some point, he climbed down from the drink cabinet, sneaked up to Aunt Wang's feet, and touched her knee flatteringly.