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The man was lying on the bed with earplugs on, and snored like thunder after a while.

Si Buhui listened quietly for a while, then asked He Chen in a low voice, "My lady, how did you know those things? My third uncle secretly taught you the skills of reading faces."

"Cough cough" He Chen didn't notice for a while, choked on his own saliva, blushed and waved his hands again and again, "I'm not so good." Then, he took out a crumpled letter paper from his pocket, "It's He Musheng He sent me a letter last week, saying that his cousin had tasted the ground wild vegetables he brought from Huaicheng, and he also wanted to come to Huaicheng to buy some wild vegetables back home.”

"Just now when I was downstairs, I looked at the registration form of the proprietress's resident information. There is a resident named He Shuisheng on it. Such an obvious name can only be He Musheng's cousin." He Chen said.

And this He Shuisheng did indeed look a little like He Musheng, which made He Chen more sure of his temptation.

The last time He Musheng provoked Feng Suisui, his skin was festered, red and swollen, and he finally got better after drinking the ground wild rice soup, but this He Shuisheng was simply targeted by Wuyan, and he almost lost his face.

So is the He family the most unlucky physique? He Chen touched the jade pendant on his neck, feeling that it was slightly hot.

The earplugs were wrapped with sound-absorbing talismans, and he was also pasted with calming incense. He Shuisheng could sleep peacefully until tomorrow morning.Si Buhui and He Chen sat opposite each other on the two sofa chairs in the room, slowly sipping hot tea.

Time passed by, and only He Shuisheng's snoring was left in the room.Seeing Si Buhui staring quietly out of the window, He Chen held his breath and followed him to look at the night scene outside the window.

The mechanical watch in the room struck at 11:30, and He Chen saw several light signs not far away suddenly go out.Immediately afterwards, a chill rushed over his skin, as if the window was not closed to cover up, allowing the cold wind to blow in from the outside.

Si Buhui pasted a red talisman paper on his body, pulled He Chen into his arms, hid by the window and whispered, "Here we come."

The window was covered with a shadow by the curtains, and the two stood in the darkness hugging each other, which was hard to detect from the outside for a while.But after a while, He Chen saw that the window that had been tightly closed suddenly opened a crack spontaneously, and a long, thin, noodle-like shadow came in through the crack, and hung himself on the ceiling against the wall, like It gradually returned to its original shape as it was inflated.

With the help of the moonlight outside, He Chen could see the black shadow clearly.It was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. He had short curly black hair, his skin was frighteningly white, but his lips were deep and bright red. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts that didn't match winter at all. It looks very weird.

No, naturally it cannot be called a human being.How can a person who can be crushed flat like noodles, sneak into the room through the cracks in the window, and finally recover automatically by lying on the ceiling? How could it be a living person?

He Chen frowned and stared at the boy approaching the bed with wide eyes, always thinking that he should have seen him somewhere.

Who could it be? Countless names flashed through He Chen's mind, but no one's face could match the one in front of him.Seeing that he was about to reach out and touch He Shuisheng's face, a name suddenly flashed in He Chen's mind, and he couldn't help but blurted out, "Peng Peng" The jade pendant on his chest suddenly become piping hot.

That's right, the boy who is familiar to me but can't remember, who else would it be if it wasn't the Peng Peng who was deliberately blurred in his memory?

Hearing a sudden sound from a dark corner, Wuyan quickly withdrew his hand extended to He Shuisheng, screamed "I'm hungry", and crawled upside down on the ceiling towards He Chen with both hands and feet.

Seeing this weird situation, He Chen felt his scalp go numb, and couldn't help taking a step back.Feeling the continuous warmth from Si Buhui from behind, He Chen felt his heart beat a little calmer.

Si Buhui took a step forward, put He Chenhu behind him, quickly took out his purple gold gourd, swung it around in his hand, and pointed straight at Wuyan who was crawling towards this side.

At this time, Wuyan finally noticed that Si Buhui was hiding in the darkness, and yelled "I'm hungry" angrily, then changed his direction wisely, and chose to run to the window to ask Yuan way back.

However, Si Buhui didn't give him this chance to escape, and when Wuyan ran to the window with all his might to turn back into a thin, flat black figure again, he realized that he could no longer turn back.

"How can it be possible to deceive people for a long time?" Si Buhui sneered, and Zijin Gourd followed closely.

Although he was stuck to the ceiling, Wuyan still nimbly avoided Si Buhui's attack. He stuck one hand on the wall as a fulcrum, and with the other hand, he lightly turned his body to the other side, Then continue on all fours and use the exhaust fan that climbs to the other side.

Naturally, the exhaust fan was also stuck up by Si Buhui with a spell. As soon as Wuyan touched the vent of the exhaust fan, he immediately cried out in pain. He Chen could even smell a stench of burnt skin coming from the room. smell.

Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Wuyan turned around and tried her best to get closer to He Shuisheng.Si Buhui didn't give him this chance, and rushed to the front of the bed with a stride, blocked his hand with the purple gold gourd, threw out a piece of talisman with his left hand, and said "back" Wuyan immediately backed away uncontrollably After a few steps, when I tried to reach out and reach forward, it seemed that there was an invisible barrier in front of me.

"Hungry" Wuyan yelled sadly, continued to reach forward without giving up, and just when the hand was about to touch the barrier, it suddenly turned and quickly grabbed He Chen's position.

"Woman, be careful." Si Buhui's pupils shrank, and the gourd in his hand flew out, poking straight at Wuyan's extended hand, and pinning him to the side of the wall with a thousand tons of weight.

Before He Chen could react, a battle was quickly declared over.

Wuyan who was nailed to the wall retracted himself into a flat and slender shape again, the purple gold gourd that had been poked on his arm fell to the ground, and rolled back to Si Buhui's feet.Si Buhui leaned over to pick up the gourd, thinking quickly about countermeasures.

The situation remained in a delicate balance. Si Buhui blocked all possible escape routes for Wuyan, but he couldn't use the purple gold gourd to imprison Wuyan. .

Just at this time, there was a light knock on the door, followed by the voice of the hotel proprietress, "Chenzi, Xiaosi, are you two in there? The guest in the next room said that your room is too noisy. If you have nothing to do, don't disturb other guests' rest." Although the boss lady's tone was gentle, He Chen could hear the embarrassment in it.

This is a small hotel with poor sound insulation. It must be that the fierce movement between Wuyan and Si Buhui just now was overheard by the guests in the next room, so they simply called the proprietress at the front desk to complain.

"I'm sorry, Auntie, we were too excited when we talked just now, we will pay attention." He Chen raised his voice.

Wuyan seemed to understand He Chen's words, and opened her mouth wide to prepare for a louder yell.Si Buhui frowned, and moved faster and threw four silencers towards the four corners of the room. With Wuyan's mournful cry, the proprietress standing outside the door suddenly found that all the movement inside the door suddenly disappeared. up.

"Okay, then you all come out to sleep earlier." After the proprietress explained a few more words, she slowly walked away from the door.

A little light came from the crack of the door, giving Wuyan hope, and he quickly rushed to the door, bending himself down while shrinking himself into a flat shape.Si Buhui threw the gourd again, but only had time to leave half of Wuyan's body in the room.The remaining half was automatically attached to the lock on the outside of the door and began to remove the Sibuhui talisman.

He Chen looked at it for a long time, and could only worry beside him, and asked, "This thing looks like noodles, how do you catch it?"

"The gourd doesn't work," Si Buhui frowned, "you have to use the demon-binding rope. But my demon-binding rope is still in the game."

The last time when Sha Yi was captured, Si Buhui used the Yao-binding rope to tie up Sha Yi, and after Sha Yi was successfully captured, the Yao-binding rope followed Sha Yi back to the headquarters, and never came back.

Bin Yaosuo, Bin Yaosuo After He Chen read the name of the magic weapon a few times, he slapped his thigh suddenly and shouted, "I have it in my place" and began to frantically take out his pockets.After a while, he took out a string of small and delicate bracelets from his pocket.He threw the bracelet to Si Buhui, and said "Go on"

Si Buhui took the bracelet, only to feel his hands sinking, and the bracelets had turned into demon-binding ropes and lay quietly in his hands.Before he had time to think about it, the rope swirled forward to catch the monster's hand that was stretched out on the talisman paper, dragging the half of the monster outside back into the room forcefully.When the rope touched the monster, it seemed to have a life of its own. Excitedly, it circled Wuyan several times, carefully tying up the monster.

Wuyan, who was bound by the demon rope, returned to Pengpeng's appearance again, but in He Chen's eyes, the boy's face had become blurred. He walked closer to want to see more clearly, but rubbed his eyes anyway Only a blur can be seen.

"Miss, don't rub it anymore." Si Buhui gently held He Chen's hand in his palm, "It's Wuyan's ability to make others forget your own face."

He Chen looked at the monster struggling on the ground, but his heart was a little empty.

That boy's face was finally about to disappear in his memory.

Seeing He Chen's sadness, Si Buhui took him into his arms, patted him on the shoulder clumsily, and changed the subject, "My lady, where did you get the demon-binding rope in your hand?"

Smelling the familiar aroma of sandalwood on Si Buhui's body, He Chen felt a little better. He blushed a little, and replied, "The last time uncle came, he gave it to me before leaving, saying it was a greeting gift."

May I ask whose parent's meeting gift is a demon-binding Suo Si? It's rare to be choked. For the first time, I have an urge to open my phone and log in to WeChat to post an emoji.