Showdown: Hanba is hiding in my house

Chapter 88 Friends

In one part of the village, the sloppy Taoist watched all this, laughing while watching.

He was surprised and delighted that these three young men were not trapped by their inner demons.

Nowadays, there is no distinction between good and evil in the world, because the people live and work in peace and prosperity.

Compared with the era of starvation decades ago, everyone has no reason to continue fighting.

What is better than peace?
In fact, the two factions of good and evil at that time did not have absolute goodness, let alone absolute evil.

There are also a small number of extremely evil people, some of them are righteous and some are evil, but it is undeniable that everyone just wants to live.

He thought of the old brother who called him a brother.

"Old beggar, in fact, I have already thought about it now. It would be good for me to save some savings for the younger generation. Maybe it would be good for me to be the last generation of Southern School exorcists." A middle-aged man was drinking on the roof.

The sloppy Taoist's face was red with wine. He burped and said, "What do you want to do, old boy?"

"I don't want to do it anymore. I just keep guarding my paper shop and make some money. There are no winners in this battle between good and evil, let alone losers. It is already a meaningless fight. You said everyone should not go there. There is no difference between good and evil. Wouldn't it be nice to sit down and have a drink and brag?" The middle-aged man clinked glasses with the sloppy Taoist.

The sloppy Taoist glanced at the children in the yard: "You children have very strange skeletons, so you don't plan to pass on your good skills?"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly: "I said, don't you know that a crematorium has been built in the east of the city. After the funeral, the corpses will be sent to the crematorium. Why should we chase away the mortician? One branch, should have been lonely long ago."

"Then what about the drought that was handed down by your ancestors? The ancestral training of the Southern School exorcising corpses is to pass on the drought."

"Let her eat ashes in the basement."

"Urine! The drought will not come out, the world will be peaceful, and the corpse king will be together, and the situation will come again! Cheers!" The sloppy Taoist laughed.

"Cheers!" The middle-aged man took a sip from the wine bottle, but his brows were tightly frowned, "No more wine?"

"I'm out of alcohol!"

The two old men looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

Those scattered memory fragments seemed to be the most precious treasure in the mind of the sloppy Taoist, but everything was wiped out in a blink of an eye, and there was no more.

"Cheers." The sloppy Taoist took the wine gourd and raised it towards Jiangcheng. After a toast, he took a big gulp of wine for himself.

Now that his old friend has passed away, he also feels that his own era has passed.

Although many secret techniques have been lost nowadays, there are also many fewer monsters and monsters in the world.

After all, the world is peaceful, and there will be fewer lonely ghosts.

"Old brother, may our dream continue, may the world be peaceful."

At the intersection of the alley, Li Hugo, She Manman and Long Xueqi met, and the three of them looked at each other warily.

Li Hugo was also not sure if what was in front of him was real, he said: "She Manman, we played house when we were young, who is the mother and who is the son?"

"Mom, sister, we have never played Jiajia!" She Manman scolded, she looked at Long Xueqi, "Xueqi, who do you like?"

"Ah?!" Long Xueqi blushed immediately, she complained, "Sister!"

"Hahaha!" She Manman laughed loudly, "It's all true!"

The childhood experiences of the three are naturally not adulterated, and it is also the best way to distinguish the authenticity from each other.

Suddenly, a head-knocking worm appeared on Long Xueqi's finger, she flicked it forward with her middle finger, and the head-knocking worm suddenly entangled a little weasel.

The yellow man obviously didn't intend to wait for death, and began to struggle hard, but the kowtow worm was like a praying mantis, with iron nematodes everywhere in its fat belly.

These wire worms emerged from the kowtow worm's gate, and actually strangled the weasel, causing the weasel to struggle all over the ground, and soon became discouraged.

Long Xueqi grabbed the weasel's nape, and she said, "That's it."

"What the hell is this place?" Shen Lang frowned, looking at the surrounding villages.

At this time, the sloppy Taoist laughed loudly, and picked up the flagon while walking: "Look again, what is this place?"

Speaking of the old man pouring wine towards the surroundings, the surrounding villages suddenly began to distort, and what was replaced turned into a barren mound.

These barren mounds are obviously old, and there are potholes in each bumpkin, and the potholes are all pulled out by yellow leather.

Shen Lang has also seen it before, Huang Pizi likes to use the grave as his lair, and the inside of the coffin is equivalent to Huang Pizi's three rooms and one living room.

There may be seventy or eighty yellow skins around, but they have basically been accounted for now.

There are also quite a few graves, but I can't count them all. Some of the tombstones are carved out of wood. At that time, I have experienced wind and rain for many years, and now there are not many remaining.

Even some coffins were exposed due to the washing of rainwater.

They are all dogs digging coffins.

The so-called dog-planed coffins are the coffins made of poor-quality wood by some poor families in the old days. It is better to say that it is a wooden box than a coffin, which can be broken open by wild dogs.

"Chichi!" The captured little weasel was struggling, but it was obvious that he couldn't break free. The sloppy Taoist glanced towards him, his face darkening.

Shen Lang noticed his expression: "Senior, what's wrong with you?"

"It found us, huh... that's just right, so we don't have to go looking for it!"

As he said that, the sloppy Taoist turned around and took out a large amount of copper coins from his sleeve. It turned out that a lot of fog had filled the surrounding area, but when he touched the copper coins, the fog immediately dissipated.

"Look, these fogs have tracks!" She Manman said.

The sloppy Taoist stretched out his hand and asked for the little yellow leather. He opened the wireworms on the yellow leather and put the little thing on the ground.

Long Xueqi exclaimed: "Finally caught it, what are you old beggar trying to do? Let the tiger go back to the mountain?"

"If you don't let it go, how will it lead us? Chase!" The old man smiled slightly, and Meteor followed quickly.

Everyone followed him and gradually moved deeper into Mist Mountain.

If we say that there are still quite a few human traces at the exit of Misty Mountain, but the deeper it goes, it is no different from the virgin forest.

A while ago, there was a legend that a tiger-headed lynx appeared in the Misty Mountain. Although the lynx looks like a big cat, since it has the word "tiger", it has a very cruel personality.

Therefore, no one in the depths of Mist Mountain is willing to go there. After all, if they encounter some man-eating beasts, there is no turning back.

(End of this chapter)