Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Wan Zhuan looked at the tiger-headed doll, and there was still thread on the right ear.This shoddy thing is obviously the tiger-headed doll crying in the yard just now.

I looked around and saw no other abnormalities.

Only this tiger head doll.

Wan Zhuan stretched out his hand and picked up the tiger head doll. His hand was sticky, and he didn't know where it got stuck.The tiger head doll has openings in its neck and right front foot.There is also a scorched black spot on the tail.I reached out and looked inside, only cotton, but nothing else.

Not a voodoo doll.

There are no exceptions either.

But this small appearance... Wan Zhuan looked at the tiger-headed doll, the mouth was drawn into a curved arc by the thread, and it looked cute, like a little tiger holding back a smile.As a bedside doll, it should be very popular with children.

Wan Zhuan talked about the little tiger's head.The "smiling" corner of the mouth of the little brain tiger did not change in any way.

Was it just this little thing that made the noise?

Wan Zhuan couldn't believe it, but he also maintained an attitude: stare at this little tiger.

Put the tiger head doll back next to the Bodhisattva, and light three sticks of incense in front of the altar.

The moment the incense was lit, Wan Zhu seemed to see the little tiger's mouth move, and his smile deepened.He even felt that the tiger's eyes were always on the incense in his hand.

Like to be paid tribute?
Wan Zhun placed new melons and fruits on the offering plate, quietly watching the tiger-headed doll's movements from the corner of his eyes.The tiger head doll's head moved a little, and its eyes were completely focused on the offering plate.

Although it was only a little bit, Wan Zhuan still noticed: it did move.

A moving tiger head doll!
Wan Zhuan walked towards the door with his stomach on his back.There is a small opening in the door, and the wind blows in from the small opening under the door, blowing the white cotton beside it.

Cotton for tiger head dolls.

Wan Chan stepped on it, and with a wave of his hands, he nailed the hairpin on his head to the wooden board, nailing the cotton.

"Master! Master!" Xiaoduo's voice came from outside the door.Xiaoduo ran towards the courtyard.

Wan Zhuan sat on a stool beside him and waited.

"Master! I found a witch doll in the kitchen. Now my lord is interrogating everyone in the kitchen!" Xiao Duo was excited, and noticed that Master Wan got off the bed and ran to support him.

Wan Zhuan pointed to the cotton on the ground, "Help me pick it up."

Xiao Duo trotted over, picked up the hairpin and cotton, "Master, what is this? This kind of cotton is really inferior. It can't be another inferior product that those guys replaced for us."

Wan Zhuan picked up the cotton, and the matte feel was indeed the material of a tiger head doll.Laughed.

A voodoo doll ran out of the kitchen, and a tiger-head doll was added to his incense table.

He didn't make the incense table, but Xiao Duo felt that he was suffering from evil, so he insisted on putting it on the bodhisattva to get rid of bad luck.He didn't stop it.

"I found your birthday horoscope in the stomach of the witch, and I'm rushing to us now."

Wan Kuan didn't seem to hear, got up and went to the incense table.

"Master, why is there a tiger-head doll here?" He reached out and took it out, and saw that it was dirty and torn, with saliva on it, and smelled his hand, and there was a stench, "Master, this one is too dirty." .”

"I heard that there is also a tiger-head doll in the kitchen, which was placed in the place of the Kitchen God statue. It was thrown into the kang by the cook." His eyes noticed the scorched tail, Xiao Duo didn't think too much, "Master likes it, turn around Prepare a new one."

"Hide first." Wan Zhuan couldn't help laughing.This tiger-headed doll has been tossed around, trying to find a niche for himself to pay tribute to.Be disgusted by all kinds of people.

A tiger head doll, still want to pay tribute?

Wan Zhuan realizes that the tiger head doll might bring him trouble.

"Ah?" Xiao Duo didn't think much, took a handkerchief to wipe it clean, found a rag to wrap it around, and kicked himself in his arms.

Wan Zhuan stared at the bulge on Xiaoduo's chest, a little upset.reach out.

Xiao Duo hesitated, took out the doll and put it in Wan Zhuan's hands.

Wan Kuan kicked into his arms smoothly.Because the belly was upright, the little tiger didn't make any movement when it was put in.

Soon there was movement in the yard.

Master Wan presided over the investigation of witchcraft, and came immediately when he heard the news.

All the people in the government came to Xinxin.

Master Wan yelled as soon as he entered the room, "What are you doing!" He saw Wan Zhuo standing in front of the altar and yelling.

Wan Kuan said casually, "Pray for yourself."

"Knowing that I entered the house, you don't know how to greet me, do you still have my father in your eyes?" Master Wan shook his hands, seeing how displeased this useless son was.This time, he was even humiliated in the capital because of his dirty work.

Mrs. Yang persuaded softly, "The bran is still..." The word "pregnancy" was reversed, "The illness is not cured, and I can't stand it."

Master Yang came back rationally, glanced at the man's belly, turned around with a "hum", and sat on the stool.

The maid poured him tea.

Xiao Duo supported Wan Zhuan to walk forward, with his head lowered very small.

Lord Wan threw a puppet over, "Look for yourself, do you recognize it? Have you offended anyone? Have you ever scolded a servant?"

Wan Zhun stared at the doll, the doll's belly was flattened, and most of the high-quality quilt inside was ripped out.Inside was a piece of paper with his birthday scrawled on it.He slipped the paper into the palm of his hand.

"Father thinks that I have to take the blame for everything?" Wan Zhuo stared at the person on the seat, who never looked at him directly from the beginning to the end, let alone cared about him.

"Otherwise? Why would a servant want to harm you? It's not that you've been sick for a long time and your conduct is bad. What is it?" Master Wan asked, clasping his hands on the table.

"My lord, there are children..." Mrs. Wan reminded at the right time.

Wan Zhuan was expressionless, and looked ahead indifferently, "Father, please go back. I'm not feeling well."

Master Wan slapped the table and stood up, pointing at Wan Zhuan's stomach,
"Let me tell you, if you are really dead again, this bastard must be killed by me." Master Wan came in with only a cup of tea before leaving aggressively.

Mrs. Wan blamed Wan Zhuo, "What are you talking to your father about? You have read the dog's belly in the etiquette of a gentleman?" After finishing speaking, she quickly chased Mr. Wan away.

A bunch of people came and went in a crowd.

"Master..." Xiao Duo choked up, "They are too bullying." He muttered, "I didn't see you standing so hard."

Wan Zhuan sat down.

Where did you not see it?
But don't care.

Wan Kuan waved his hand, "Let's prepare the porridge. I'm hungry."

Xiao Duo let out an "eh" and left.

Master Wan was silent for a moment, pointing his index finger down, and a man in black flew over the beam.

"Look up where the tiger head doll came from. Make a doll exactly like this doll and put it back. Then make another witch doll, write my birthday and throw it to Mrs. Yang."

Handed over the paper in the palm of his hand, "Check who did it. Please come over." After thinking for a while, "Live. It's good to serve you."

The man in black left. In the afternoon, he gave away a tiger head doll.

Master Wan waved his hand, lying on the bed and reading a book.

He was weak and could only sit on the bed.

The most urgent task is not to cultivate the body, but the whereabouts of the voodoo doll.

When going to bed at night, Mr. Wan casually put the tiger head doll on the bedside.The tiger-head doll was scrubbed carefully by Xiaoduo, and the opening was sewn up with a needle and thread, and even the small ball of cotton was stuffed in.

While drowsy, Wan Zhuan felt something crawling on him, and soon, he felt something in his stomach.

This felt too small, Wan Zhun didn't care too much, and continued to sleep.

Waking up the next day, Wan Zhuan opened his eyes and saw the tiger-head doll lying on his stomach.The tiger-headed doll was facing herself, and the little smiling face seemed to be sleeping happily.

Wan Zhuan stretched out his hand and picked up the doll strangely, not understanding why it rolled onto his stomach.

"Master, you're awake." Xiao Duo brought hot water to wash his face. "If you like this doll, I'll buy you ten or eight more."

Wan Zhun stared at the tiger-head doll carefully, handed the doll over, and said, "Xiaoduo, prepare an incense table for the doll and put it next to the Bodhisattva."

The tiger-headed doll's tail trembled suddenly.

Xiao Duo was startled by the hand holding the doll, and threw the doll away.

The tiger head doll flew in the air and fell on the bed.

"Master, young master——" Xiao Duo pointed at the doll, "It's moving. The doll is moving!" His face was full of horror.

Wan Zhuan also noticed the tiger-head doll's tail, and said again, "Xiang table."

The tail of the tiger-headed doll at the end of the bed trembled again.

The tail of this tiger head doll is a white ball, short, like a cat's tail.But the shaking was easily captured.

"Ah—" Xiaoduo screamed, unable to believe her eyes, "The doll moved!"

Wan Zhuan smiled and looked at the tiger head doll.Ask for a simple tiger head doll, fine.He crawled over and picked up the tiger head doll again.His fingers trembled on the side face of the tiger-headed doll, "Call out and listen, I will give you a shrine."

"Wow!" The tiny little tiger roared with its mouth wide open, and jumped in Wan Chan's hands, opening and closing its mouth constantly, "Wow!"

Seeing this, Wan Kuan smiled unconsciously, and rubbed the tiger's head, "I'll put a shrine for you, and give it a good shout. Xiaoduo——"

Xiaoduo passed out on the ground.

Wan Zhuan didn't feel anything about the moving tiger-head doll.Since the voodoo doll really made him feel uncomfortable, a barking little tiger was nothing to worry about.

"Ow!"

"Ow!"

The little tiger was very excited, jumping and screaming.

Wan Kuan ignored Xiao Duo and asked the dark guard to prepare a shrine for him.Put the tiger head doll alone on the shrine, put the incense wax fruit plate, and the moment the incense was lit, Wan Zhu saw above the tiger head doll, a little girl wearing a tiger head doll hat kept bouncing around, saying "oh "Woo" and "Aww".

In the burning cigarette, the figure of the little girl looks frivolous.

Wan Zhuan stretched out his finger and tapped the little girl's head.

The little girl sensed something, turned her head to look at Wan Zhuan, and the moment her eyes met, the "oooh" disappeared from her mouth.The little girl jumped onto Wan Zhuan's stomach, "Send the tribute! Pay the tribute! Pay the tribute! I can protect your child's safety! Grow up healthy!"

She is a tiger head doll!
The little girl's body is like a newborn baby, just the right size for a tiger head doll.

Wan Zhuan laughed and rubbed his belly, "I don't have children. This is a cursed belly."

The little girl thought about it for a while, and then boasted about her business, "You can make a wish! I can help you remove the curse!"

Wan Bran's smile froze.

If he saw the little girl as a joke before, now he has interest.

"What do you want?" Wan Zhuan said quietly.

"Salute. I need tribute. I want tribute." The little girl was jumping and talking about her pursuit.

"What about the body? What body do you want? I can give you a body, a human body, with power attached."

The little girl frowned and thought about it seriously, then shook her head, her eyebrows were focused on everything, her clear eyes showed confusion: she didn't understand what he meant.

"If someone gave you a body, would you run away with him? If someone gave you a tribute, would you just follow him?" Wan Zhu continued to ask.

The little girl sat on her belly and looked up at Wan Zhuan, "Isn't it possible?"

"No." Wan Zhuan flatly denied, flickering, "A good tiger-head doll should concentrate on serving only one person in its life."

Death is his doll.

The little girl was even more confused.

"Understood?" Wan Zhuo chased after him again and again.

The little girl nodded confusedly.

Wan Zhuan pointed at Bodhisattva, "I swear to her that I will not go back on my word."

The Kitchen God was pushed away, the Witch Doll was thrown away, but the Bodhisattva was not touched.Wan Zhuan guessed that the little girl did not dare to touch the Bodhisattva.

The little girl got up, jumped to the table, and swore to the Bodhisattva, "Fu Chen will be a good tiger-head doll, and he will only serve one person in his life, and he is not allowed to go back on his word."

"Floating dust?"

The little girl nodded.It was the name that popped into her head.

Wan Zhuan nodded, "My name is Wan Zhuan. From today onwards, I am your master." Pointing at his stomach, "Get rid of the curse."

"A tribute is required." Fuchen said seriously.

Wan Zhuan directly took off the jade hairpin from his head and placed it on the altar.

Fuchen immediately jumped onto his stomach, muttered in his mouth, and circled around his stomach.The belly shrunk slowly with a small sound until it became flat again.

"Did you beat the witch doll?" His belly became smaller and his body felt lighter. Wan Zhuan felt much better, so he directly put the little girl on his shoulders.

Fu Chen sat on his shoulders, and he was not as tall as Wan Zhuan.

"It caused me to be stepped on, I will beat it back." Fu Chen was aggressive, and he had a bad tone when dealing with the witch doll.

Wan Zhuan knew where the doll came from.

He is a concubine, but he took up the "leader", which hindered Mrs. Yang's face.

His biological mother died when he was six years old.

The person Mr. Yang dotes on is never his mother, but now, it is the fourth aunt who is currently doting on him.

Within two days, Master Wan fell ill again.

Still have abdominal pain.

It is also true that he is sick all year round.

"I'm going to beat up the Wugu doll!" Someone dared to bully her little brother like this, Fu Chen felt threatened.Running back to the body of the tiger head doll, he was ready to fight.

Master Wan laughed, bent down and grabbed the "little tiger" who was scurrying around, "It's just a chicken."

"Who?" Fuchen didn't understand.

Did not say.

Mr. Wan sat with the doll and practiced calligraphy quietly.

When the attendant next to Mr. Wan sent someone to check, Wan Zhu lay on the bed and pretended to be.

As soon as people leave, what should Wan Zhu do?

Fuchen was very curious.The tiger head doll itself keeps turning in circles.

Wan Kuan casually put apples on Fuchen's incense table.

The little tiger on the table held the apple in its four paws and gnawed.

Wan Chaan explained things simply.

The people in the backyard of Wanfu are not complicated, there are not many wives and concubines.

The strange thing is that Mr. Wan is the eldest son adopted under Mrs. Yang.