Amid the shrill cry of a baby, the image in front of Pu Zixuan gradually became clear.

In a dim bedroom, a woman who was originally kind and beautiful suddenly stretched out a pair of bat-like wings in front of a two-year-old child, and her face became ferocious and terrifying. It opened its bloody mouth towards the baby, as if she wanted to eat the child in one bite.

Then, a middle-aged male foreigner holding an umbrella rushed into the house. His umbrella was unique, and a sharp killer weapon grew from the head and tail of the umbrella. The moment he entered the house, he had no time to think, and held the umbrella and stabbed the woman who had become a monster wildly.

"stop!"

Pu Zixuan wanted to stop him, but found that he could only be an indifferent bystander at this time. No matter how hard he tried, the voice was just hovering in his throat and mind, and could not be conveyed to the man's ears.

One, two, three... The monster had no power to fight back in front of the foreigners, and its head was instantly pierced, splashing out blood of unknown color and brain matter. Finally, the monster let out a sad cry, fell on the bed, his body twitched twice, and then he stopped moving again.

For some reason, Pu Zixuan felt that this monster was pitiful. After the foreigners left, he walked towards the monster's corpse alone, tears falling like rain.

Pu Zixuan wanted to hold the monster in his arms and see her appearance. Suddenly, the picture changed and he came to a temple, and a tree demon appeared in front of him.

Yes, it is your old witch named Hong Yasha who turned my mother into a monster. It is because of you, my father and I have to be separated from each other!

Pu Zixuan condensed his hatred on his fist. In an instant, his whole body was surrounded by strong electric light. He flew towards Hong Yasha frantically, transporting all the electricity in his body through his fist to Hong Yasha's body without reservation, and knocking him into pieces of coke!

Mom, my son is avenging you!

Dad, where are you?

Wait, it seems that the battle is not over yet...

In the blink of an eye, a flood hit and Pu Zixuan was swept into the water. Hundreds of disciples from Shaolin Temple and Zhongyue Temple who were fighting with him were fighting with him. On the water, there was a huge rhino making waves, and a dazzling red crystal was hanging on its head.

It was Xiqu, who killed Elder Huike and Miss Duan Yanxin, and became the demon emperor of the world, wanting to subdue everything in this world!

Pu Zixuan attacked again, flew up, and infinite power emerged from his body, knocking the Xiqu into pieces!

I already have invincible power, the Red Yaksha has been defeated by me, and even the Demon Emperor Xiqu was killed by me, but why is our journey still so far away?

In the darkness, a middle-aged man walked towards Pu Zixuan and called him "Xuan'er".

Yes, that is my father - Pu Weihai!

"Xuan'er, are you okay?" Pu Weihai asked earnestly, his voice full of care.

Pu Zixuan asked his father: "Dad, who is our enemy?"

Pu Weihai did not answer, and a "dongdong" knock sounded in the dark.

Seeing that his father was about to disappear, Pu Zixuan shouted to him again: "Dad, tell me, who is our enemy?"

...

"Hey, is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

A burst of rapid knocks on the door and old questioning woke Pu Zixuan up. Only then did he realize that everything that had just happened was just a reappearance of the past in the dream.

Pu Zixuan got out of bed and was about to wear his shoes to go out of the dormitory to open the door, but when the door was opened, Chen Shuqing asked in his voice: "You are..."

Pu Zixuan went out of the dormitory door and saw an old man at the gate curiously looking at Chen Shuqing inside the door and responded: "I am a villager from Pujiazhuang. I heard that some people have lived in the former residence of Mr. Liuquan recently. Let's see what's going on."

Before Chen Shuqing responded, Pu Zixuan rushed up and took out his waist sign. He said angrily: "I am the ninth generation descendant of Pu Songling, a lay Buddhist in Liuquan. I am named Pu Zixuan. I came to my ancestors' former residence to search for my roots. Look, it is written very clearly on it."

After saying that, Pu Zixuan held up his waist sign and shook it in front of the old man, asking, "Did you see clearly?"

The old man didn't seem to know what the waist card is, and maybe he didn't know a few big words, so he had no interest in it. He just glanced at it roughly and asked again: "Where are you from? How long do you want to stay in my Pujiazhuang?"

Pu Zixuan said: "We are from Yunnan. On the first day we arrived in Pujiazhuang, we informed the village chief about the search for the roots. People have also checked it. I am indeed a descendant of Mr. Liuquan. It is natural for me to live in this Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. How long do I love to live? Do you understand?"

"Since that's the case, I'll disturb you." After the old man said, he stopped talking and turned around and left.

When the old man walked away, Pu Zixuan yawned and said, "There are so many people who are good at it. The villagers come to ask, and the tourists come to see it again. An old man comes again early this morning, so why don't people sleep well?"

Chen Shuqing smiled with an understanding smile and said, "Don't say that. The villagers of our Pujiazhuang have always been so enthusiastic, and many villagers still admire their husbands very much. They are also worried that some bad people will come here to cause trouble, so they come and have a zeal. Okay, there is nothing to do, go back and continue to sleep."

Pu Zixuan sighed and said, "I can't sleep, I dreamed of those things again... I stayed in Strange Stories for three nights, and I was full of things like Hongyasha, Gedu, Xiqu, etc. every day. Is this called "touching the scene and making love"?"

"Isn't it? I always dream about the past. For me, this is called... "I feel so timid in my hometown." After Chen Shuqing said that, she smiled and walked towards her room.

Pu Zixuan also shivered back to his room, came back to the bed, covered the thick quilt, and felt a lot of thoughts.

This day was the Lantern Festival in the fourth year of Tongzhi. Since Pu Zixuan and his six people arrived in Pujiazhuang three days ago, they settled in the six rooms in the Stories from a Chinese Studio, in order to study what mysterious powers there are in Pujiazhuang that can help the purify the messenger to improve their skills.

They breathed the air of Pujiazhuang, drank the water of Pujiazhuang, and ate the vegetables and fruits grown in the land of Pujiazhuang. However, three days passed, and Pu Zixuan did not find that the purification power had improved at all. Su Sanniang and Yu Xiangdi were no exception.

The most common things happened in the three days. First, Chen Shuqing pulled him around and kept explaining the various trajectories of her life a hundred and fifty years ago, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, and all the trivial things were left out. Second, Zhu Yuanliang looked like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden, shouting and shouting many times. Unexpectedly, he would have the opportunity to experience it in his lifetime. Third, he was watched by all kinds of people every day like watching a monkey.

"Dongdongdongdong, dudongdongdong..."

No, I’m afraid of anything. After lying down less than a cup of tea, someone knocked on the door of the Stories from a Chinese Studio again.

"Are you annoying?" Pu Zixuan, who had already practiced patience in the Damo Cave, could not withstand such trouble. After complaining, he turned over and got out of bed again, preparing to send someone to come, and immediately asked Chen Shuqing to turn it out and lock the Liaozhai from outside.

Since only Pu Zixuan and Chen Shuqing can barely be regarded as the "masters" of the Sixth person, when they open the door to meet guests, the other four companions never ask about it, and they come to deal with it every time.

This time, it was Pu Zixuan and Chen Shuqing who arrived at the gate at the same time.

"It's such a cold day, do you still want people to sleep?"

The moment Pu Zixuan opened the door, he was about to continue attacking, but the scene in front of him really shocked the two of them.

A thin man in thin clothes stood sickly in the cold wind, but did not show any fear of cold. This was strange enough, and what was even more strange was that there was a brown squirrel on his shoulder!

Chen Shuqing said in a daze: "Who are you?"

The man was also stunned, as if he was very shy, and his eyes looked down and said, "My name is...gulu..."

"Gulu?" Pu Zixuan scratched his head and said, "Okay, stop talking about the name for now. Are you doing anything? Let me tell you that I am a descendant of Pu Songling, which is equivalent to my family. If there is nothing to do, I will not accompany you."

Gulu stammered: "It's nothing, I just want to ask for a bowl of Lantern Festival..."

Pu Zixuan said angrily: "There is nothing delicious here, let's go."

"Oh, since there is nothing delicious, I'll leave..."

After saying that, Gulu turned around and left. Pu Zixuan was about to close the door, but the next scene made the two of them widen their eyes.

The squirrel patted Guru's head with his paws and cursed: "You wooden fish head, he said there is nothing to eat, do you really think there isn't it?"

"Monster!" Pu Zixuan and Chen Shuqing shouted in unison, immediately took a step back instinctively, staring at the squirrel, and the red and blue light on their bodies was ready.

"Hehe, it's indeed Pu Zixuan and Chen Shuqing! It's been a long time since then!" When Zhang Shu said this, he also pointed his sharp eyes at the two of them.
Chapter completed!