Lord God Space: I am in a mental hospital at the beginning!

Three days have passed since the incident in the bathhouse of Uncle Jiu and the others.

In three days.

The glorious deeds of Uncle Jiu and others are known to all women and children in the village.

The scene that night was nothing short of spectacular.

It is said that when they were carried out, all of them were as golden as the eighteen bronze figures in Shaolin Temple.

Because of this, it was once thought that they secretly hid in the bathhouse to practice some evil skills.

"Hmph! Don't let me know who did it!! Otherwise, I must let him know that life is worse than death!!!!"

Uncle Jiu sat on a chair in the yizhuang with a pale face and said angrily.

Although it had been three days, Uncle Jiu still felt weak all over.

"Master, I... I am different from you, I am still young, who would marry me in the future?"

Xiaoqiang also sat beside him with a pale face, and said bitterly to Uncle Jiu.

"Didi boring~"

At this time, Xiao Ruoyu was squatting in the yard with two small wooden cars and was enjoying himself.

Uncle Jiu has already gotten used to Xiao Ruoyu's sensitive and stupid mind at that time.

"Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine, open the door quickly, help!"

Just now.

There was a knock on the closed door of Yizhuang, followed by an anxious voice reaching the ears of several people.

Xiao Ruoyu raised his head and glanced at the gate, he ignored it, and continued to play lively by himself.

"Ah Qiang, go and see who is here so late."

Hearing the anxious voice and the knocking on the door like raindrops, Uncle Jiu frowned and turned his head to give orders to Xiaoqiang.

"Oh, I see Master."

Xiaoqiang agreed, stood up reluctantly, walked to the door and opened it.

"Ouch!"

I saw Mao Shanming looking back in a panic at this time. The moment the door was opened, Mao Shanming just turned his head. He didn't see the door was opened, and he fell into the yard of Yizhuang with an ouch.

"Brother Dao, it's so late, I see you are in such a hurry, what happened?"

Uncle Jiu didn't get up, he still sat on the chair and asked Mao Shanming.

"Uncle Jiu, save Dabao quickly, he has been captured."

After Mao Shanming saw Uncle Jiu, he stood up excitedly and said loudly.

"Brother Dao, take a breath and don't worry, tell me slowly, what happened?"

Uncle Jiu comforted Mao Shanming.

"It's like this, Uncle Nine. In fact, there were two little ghosts with me all the time, but just now when I was resting at the inn, a man in a black cloak broke into my room and took Dabao away. I chased him all the way to the mass grave outside the village."

When Mao Shanming said this, he swallowed, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"But...but I found that I couldn't beat him. In the end, I managed to get away with some tricks. Uncle Jiu, please save Dabao."

Mao Shanming looked at Uncle Jiu with a pleading face, and anyone could see the worry in his eyes.

"Black cloak? Mass graves. Ghosts are bad!"

Uncle Jiu heard a few key words in Mao Shanming's words, and after muttering a few words to himself, his expression suddenly changed.

"Master, is the matter serious?"

Xiaoqiang looked at Uncle Jiu with a puzzled expression and asked.

"Of course it's very serious. The little ghost of this Taoist brother has always been carried close to his body, and he has been enshrined with incense with Taoist magic power. Naturally, he is different from a lonely ghost.

A ghost is an ominous thing, which combines eighteen kinds of disasters such as poverty, sorrow, decline, disaster, shame, misery, mildew, pain, and death. This ghost is always with this Taoist brother, day and night Baptized by its magic power, its soul is more solid and clean.

As for the purpose of the witch who took him to the mass grave, if it is correct, I think she wanted to attach the little ghost to the corpse, and cast a spell to make them merge into one, and he is familiar with the breath of Taoism. From time to time, I am afraid that they will specifically chase and attack people who possess Taoism, and they will never die! "

Uncle Jiu looked worried, his body hadn't recovered yet, if the witch really attacked, no one could be her opponent.

"Quick! Ah Qiang, hurry up and find someone to go to the ancestral hall to transport the corpse of the demon girl companion to the backyard, and then find some lychee firewood to burn all their corpses. Don't let her touch their corpses again, otherwise I'm afraid it will happen." Something happened!"

After pondering for a moment, Uncle Jiu seemed to think of something, and immediately raised his head to give Xiaoqiang an order.

Xiaoqiang nodded in response, and walked weakly towards the outside of Yizhuang.

"Hurry up, the security team, they're assembled, Uncle Nine has something to order!!"

After a while, there were crisp gongs and Xiaoqiang's voice outside. Although his body was weak, Xiaoqiang still shouted hard.

"Brother Dao, please stay safe and don't be impatient. Now we are in the light, and the demon girl is in the dark. If you look for it rashly, she will only defeat each of them. Let's arrange it and wait for her to come to the door in person!"

Uncle Jiu turned his head and said to Mao Shanming who was still anxious.

"Well, I will follow Uncle Jiu's orders. Indeed, let me go find it now. I can't find where she hid the treasure. Why don't we wait for her to come to us in person? Uncle Jiu, what do you think? I listen to you."

Mao Shanming looked confused, but after thinking about it for a while, he also felt that what Uncle Jiu said was indeed reasonable, so he nodded heavily in agreement.

Speaking of this, Mao Shanming inadvertently saw Xiao Ruoyu who was still doing his own way in the yard, playing by himself.

"This is him."

Mao Shanming looked puzzled, looked at Xiao Ruoyu's movements curiously and looked at Uncle Jiu, hesitating to speak.

"Hey, this kid is suffering too. He must have suffered a head injury. He's been sober and sometimes confused these days, but he's not noisy, he's quite obedient, so I'll let him go."

Looking at Xiao Ruoyu, who was having fun with two wooden cars in the yard, Uncle Jiu smiled wryly and shook his head to explain.

When Mao Shanming heard Uncle Jiu's words, he looked hopeful, and walked up to Xiao Ruoyu and squatted down.

"Little brother, do you remember me?"

Xiao Ruoyu raised his head and glanced sideways at Mao Shanming, and continued to play with the car in his hand without saying a word.

"Little brother, do you remember the day you were hit by a carriage, or did I bring you here?"

Mao Shanming still spoke softly to Xiao Ruoyu.

Xiao Ruoyu looked up at Mao Shanming again, but still didn't speak.

"Hey, I'm jealous of talents."

Mao Shanming shook his head, with a look of regret, he sighed and stood up to leave.

But right now.

"Murderous!"

Xiao Ruoyu, who was having fun with himself, suddenly stood up and looked towards the wall of the Yizhuang courtyard, with a serious and stern expression on his face.