"What's wrong, real person?" Seeing Li Huowang so nervous, he took a few steps back.

The black pottery jars in the distance didn't look abnormal, they were just jars of ordinary pickled pickles. The only feature was that the word "Inverted Fu" was posted on it.

Li Huowang looked at the jars without relaxing his guard at all, "Something just looked at me from there!"

"Look... look at you?" Kingsoft hesitated and looked at the jars in the distance again.

"Is there anyone inside? But the real person, the jar is too small to hold a single person."

"I didn't say it was someone watching me!" Li Huowang decisively spread the "Daqianlu" on the ground. His bloody fingernails flew over quickly and easily cut through the black pottery jars.

The "cry" sound kept ringing, and the black pottery jars burst one after another, and the brown salt water mixed with pickles sprinkled all over the floor.

Li Huowang's heart did not relax his vigilance, and walked over carefully, used the sword in his hand to pick out the pottery pieces and check them carefully one by one.

After a careful examination, Li Huowang did not find any abnormalities. These jars really knew the pickled pickles.

The sound caused the people in the room, and an old woman with a cane walked over tremblingly, "Why did you smash my vegetable jar? Lose money!"

Li Huowang put away the sword, took out some broken silver from his arms and threw it to her feet, and faced her with caution and took it back step by step.

"Real person, where are you going? Aren't you going to buy food?" Kingsoft searched quickly and followed.

"Leave this place first, let's go to another place to buy it!" After a moment, Li Huowang had completely lost trust in the village in front of him.

At this critical period, Li Huowang would rather have guessed wrong than be ambushed by something. He no longer wants to eat this loss.

Facing Li Huowang and the others away, the old woman did not stop her anymore, but instead bent her to pick up the broken silver on the ground with her crutches, muttering toothlessly, as if she was cursing something.

After leaving the village, Li Huowang and his group continued to rush forward, and the journey was late into the night.

In a bamboo forest, they finally stopped. No matter what their sight was, such a long distance was enough to be away from danger.

The bonfire rose and the group started to set up a pot to cook. Although everyone was tired, they still had to eat the rice. Otherwise, their bodies would not be able to hold on.

Li Huowang did not do these miscellaneous work. He stood on the roof of the ox cart and patrolled the surroundings with his excellent eyesight like a lookout tower.

Mantou seemed to understand Li Huowang's thoughts, pressed his nose to the ground and sniffed it around in circles.

However, until after dinner, there was still nothing unusual, as if my vision in the village had been hallucinating.

"Did I feel wrong?" Li Huowang felt a little suspicious about himself. In fact, he has always been distrustful of his feelings.

But soon he left this completely unnecessary suspicion behind, and he had done nothing to hesitate.

"Senior Brother Li, the supper is ready, come and have it."

Today I ate bamboo shoot noodles made from local ingredients. The fresh bamboo shoots taste crispy and sweet. Although there is no meat, a thick layer of lard on the noodle soup comforted Li Huowang's shriveled stomach.

For a moment, around the bonfire, the others were eating enthusiastically, drinking soup, and the sound of bamboo shoots biting off crisply.

After eating and drinking, the tired others felt sleepy, and the quilt was lying directly under the quilt and closed their eyes.

Li Huowang was the one who was vigilant tonight. At this time, others couldn't believe it.

Soon, in the bamboo forest, there was no other sound except for the crackling sound of the bonfire burning.

Only Li Huowang was left sitting by the campfire and gently stroked the soft hair of Mantou with his hands.

But he was not an iron man after all, and he soon felt sleepy.

After shook his head hard and feeling that it did not dispel the sleepiness, Li Huowang took out a pointed cone from the hem and stabbed it directly into the palm of his right hand.

The blood stained the Taoist robe even redder. The severe pain made Li Huowang tense all over, which immediately refreshed his mind and no longer had any sleepiness.

"Master Xiaodao, why don't I come to serve you, the old man will be less awake."

Although I didn't see anyone, Li Huowang already knew who was behind him through the sound of footsteps and the familiar smell of tobacco. "Master Lu, let's sleep with you. I'll have to hurry to go tomorrow. You'll be vigilant today, and you can't bear it tomorrow."

Lu Zhuangyuan sat down beside Li Huowang with his pleated face. He carefully roamed three tobacco threads from his cigarette bag, mixed with some dead leaf debris on the ground, put them into the smoke pole hole and lit them.

"Master Dao, how about you, my youngest son?"

"Hmm?" Li Huowang glanced at Lu Xiucai who was sleeping against his brother and sister-in-law.

He had a bad impression of this boy, and hesitated without saying anything, and hesitated when doing anything.

"Mr. Xiaodao, I know it's a bit delusional, but old man, I still want to put down an old face and ask, can he take you as his teacher?"

"That kid is not an actor, he has never spoken. Don't dislike him. Don't expect you to teach him all his magical powers. Even if it will be the same, it will be considered as the smoke from the ancestral tomb of our Lu family."

Just as Lu Zhuangyuan finished speaking, he found that the little Taoist reaction suddenly stood up.

"It's here! They all get up!" Li Huowang shouted loudly, causing the others who had just fallen asleep to wake up rubbing their eyes and regaining their eyes.

"Beware!" After Li Huowang said, he slowly walked towards the bamboo forest beside him with his sword. The supposedly crisp green bamboo forest looked particularly dark under the darkness.

Not long after walking, Li Huowang saw two white porcelain jars between the bamboos.

The jar is not big and looks similar to a watermelon. There is a long red letter on these two jars, and some words are written with a brush on it.

Dead Mother: The position of Yang Fengling

Grandfather; grandfather Li Gongquan has the position

Obviously these are two urns of urns, and the traces of worship in front of the urn also prove this.

Seeing this jar, Li Huowang hesitated a little. He really wanted to smash the jar of urn? God knows what will pop out inside later.

After thinking about it, Li Huowang slowly retreated. The firelight in the distance gradually disappeared, and everyone started to rush to the middle of the night.

I don’t know how long it took, but the lids of the two urns slowly rose, and the heads of two children with white powder on their faces appeared from the jar.

They are obviously not ordinary children, and their heads are only the size of an ordinary man's fist.

The round blush on both sides of their cheeks looked particularly conspicuous on their snow-white faces.

The villains looked at each other and laughed. Then they also smeared with white powder arms and legs and stretched out through the urn.

The two of them were about to leave, but they were blocked by a figure falling from the sky.
Chapter completed!