"Forget it, I'd better call the thank you guys." Xia Qiao asked someone to call him a savior, but then forgot what he called him.

He rumored as he heard it: "What is a fantasy operation to see a house in the early morning? And at 6:30, I have to send my grandfather's birthday box up the mountain. When he turned around, he came. Should I put down the birthday box and introduce the house to him, or would I take him to the grave and say. Yes, brother--"

"Brother?" He said halfway, and found that the ancestor was not listening to a word, and was frowning and tracing intently.

"Brother Wen?"

"Brother Wen?"

“…”

"father!"

Wen Shi was finally brought back to his senses by "father": "What are you doing?"

Xia Qiao: "..."

My mouth is so silly.

"I'm curious about what you're thinking." Xia Qiao said with a serious expression, "Are you a tenant?"

When I heard it: "No."

The tenant was quite clear-headed, but he focused on another thing - the moment the three monsters were swept by the flashlight, he vaguely smelled a certain smell.

People have long memories of taste, and it is difficult for him to describe it in detail, but he just feels very familiar. It is so familiar... that it seems to be part of himself.

Wen Shi suddenly got up, pulled a few pieces of yellow paper from the table, and then pulled two long threads from the edge of the white linen cloth that was wearing mourning, saying, "I'll go out."

After saying that, he strided out of the door.

Xia Qiao: "???"

He slumped on the sofa for two seconds, suddenly jumped up, rolled and crawled over and shouted, "Brother Wen, wait for me!"

"It's not that you don't go out at night?" Wen Shi did not slow down, and swept around and headed straight to the east.

Xia Qiao was small and short, and he swung quickly to follow him: "Just finished making a fuss, I was crazy and stayed alone at home. I had to follow you, I was scared."

There are not many residents in this community, but there are many trees, with shadows everywhere, as if there are things lying everywhere. When I passed by a half-dead tree, I heard that I broke a dry branch with a palm.

He flew his fingers and moved a few times, and the yellow sheets were folded into different shapes. He was a string of them on the dry branches, and suddenly it was a simple paper beast.

The two white twine threads were wrapped around the ends and forks of the stem branches, and the other end was wrapped around the fingers when smelling them.

"Damn what is this?!"

Xia Qiao's eyes had not returned to normal. In his current vision, the paper beast fell and became alive! Rusty chains were wrapped around his body, a blood mark on his forehead, and his pupils were all white.

When he smelled it, he raised his fingers wrapped around twine, and the paper beast stepped on his front hooves and sniffed. He said, "Origin."

Xia Qiao: "...Am I blind?"

"Aren't you?" Wen Shi said that he realized that he had opened his eyes for a brief moment, "Oh. That's puppet technique. Shen Qiao can do it."

The disciples he taught were all, and of course he also had a master - the person who was most proficient in puppet art was naturally not as good as the ancestor.

When I heard this, I pulled the twine and scattered it. The paper beast ran straight out, and the chains tangled and collided with the sparks!

In an instant, the strong wind swept across!

Mars splashed over, and Xia Qiao felt a burning pain in his eyes. He whispered and bent down with a low voice, tears flowing. He thought to himself that there was such a big noise, wouldn’t the community security still come to him?!

But when the pain passed that moment, he raised his head against the hot wind, but found that the shadows of the trees in the community remained motionless in the howling wind.

A beast howl faintly came from a distance, which contrasted sharply with the community without any lights.

When I heard this, I pulled my left hand and the interlaced white twine suddenly stretched out. The beast's howlings came from far to near, as if they were pulled back by someone, and fell in front of me in a blink of an eye.

It sniffed and threw the things in its mouth to the ground.

The strong smell of blood spread, and the black shadow twitched for a moment, completely gone silent.

Xia Qiao looked closely and found that he was one of the three monsters.

Its human face is like a plant that withered instantly, drooping softly to the ground, white in its skin, like lifeless cotton wool, inexplicably making people panic.

Xia Qiao took a few steps back and then he calmed down: "Die, die?"

He said "yes" when he smelled it.

"Brother Wen, you can!" Xia Qiao suddenly became confident, "Then why didn't he kill him directly at home just now? He still wanted to chase him out?"

Wen Shi didn't flatter him at all and said bluntly: "Three people together, you may be lying here."

Xia Qiao was exposed again.

"And..." He pulled off the thread wrapped around his knuckles when he smelled, "I'm hungry and can't hold on for a few minutes."

The moment the thread was thrown down, a handful of open fire suddenly appeared on the bottom of the paper beast's legs. In a blink of an eye, only paper ash and charred branches were left.

When I smelled, I squatted down in front of the dead monster and sniffed it carefully.

Xia Qiao was not sure about this, so he followed him over. The black mist on the monster's body was still lingering. He didn't dare to touch it, and he just raised his nose so far and near.

"What are you sniffing?" he wondered.

"The taste of spiritual appearance." He said when he smelled it.

"Whose?"

"I."

Xia Qiao looked shocked: "Didn't your spiritual appearance be gone?"

After saying that, he understood. No wonder he suddenly chased him out. It turned out that there were traces of the spirit of the monster.

"What exactly is this? Why does it smell like your spiritual appearance?"

"Hui Gu." Wen Shi said, "A kind of thing that crawls out of the ground, some people will raise."

Xia Qiao: "Are you crazy? Why do you raise this?"

When I heard it: "Steal something."

If you are not convenient for yourself, you will send these filthy materials to search. They are born with evil ghosts and love to absorb spiritual phenomena, spiritual objects, and also the blessings, wealth, longevity and joy of ordinary people.

I smelled it all over again, but couldn't find the familiar smell again, as if it was just a flash in the pan and no trace again.

Although it was expected, he still kicked the thing irritably and asked Xia Qiao: "Do you have a bottle at home?"

"What bottle?"

"Whatever you want, just decorate something."

Xia Qiao wanted to say that I didn't dare to leave alone. But when I saw the news, I looked unhappy and went home honestly.

He rushed back as fast as possible, pulled a thermos cup, and rushed back as fast as possible. When he saw it, his fingers pressed against Huigu's neck, and the floating black air flowed instantly.

He took the thermos and knocked his fingertips on the edge of the cup twice. The black mist flowed in like water, and it was full in the blink of an eye.

"What are you going to do?" Xia Qiao held the full cup, as if holding a Dingshi · Blast.

When I smelled it, my thin lips moved and a word popped out: "Eat."

Xia Qiao almost went crazy on the spot.

What kind of thing can be eaten?

As a result, when I smelled it, I really let him take the bomb home.

"You really want to eat this?" Xia Qiao looked at Wen Shi sitting down on the sofa, unscrewed the thermos, and couldn't help asking.

"Yeah." He seemed to get used to it when he smelled it. He stained a little incense ash from the incense burner, and then put his fingers into the black fog. The cup of black fog was sucked into his body bit by bit.

Xia Qiao suddenly smelled a smell, which was very comfortable and hard to describe.

He thought for a long time, and suddenly remembered the old house he lived in when he was a child. Shenqiao planted a lot of white plums nearby, and he didn't know where he got the seeds, and it seemed that they became a forest overnight.

Sometimes he would sneak in and run around, and the rain hit the white plum forest, as if it was the smell.

Then, he realized that the smell came out of his body when he smelled it.

However, after sucking all the black mist, the smell disappeared again. His face was much better than before. Although his skin was still extremely white and his eyes were extremely dark, he had a little more of a living feeling.

This process is actually a bit scary, like a ghost wearing a painted skin.

For a few seconds, Xia Qiao did not dare to talk to him or look at him. It was not until a gust of wind suddenly broke out in the room, and he shivered, and then he came to his senses.

"Then, Brother Wen."

"Say." When I smelled, I took a tissue, wiped my fingers that were not stained, and threw the empty thermos cup back to the coffee table.

Xia Qiao asked without saying a word, "You said those Hui Gu were raised by someone else to steal things. Why did you come to our house for?"

All are so poor...

"You're interested in something, who knows?" Wen Shi said.

"The other two... just let them go?"

He said, "I left something to follow."

How could the three Hui Gu have traces of his spiritual appearance? At least they have to know who raised it and where they came from.
To be continued...