Reborn as the little tail of the cool master

Xiao Jingxuan recalled the day half a month ago when he and Ruan Xiangwan had a public fight. He inadvertently recited that wish, and after thinking about it over and over again, he confirmed it.

Yes, it was the one about the child crying at night in Yuyu Town. He complained at the time that such a matter should be sought out by a doctor, and only a fool would take the job. But in the blink of an eye, Chu Huaizhou took the job.

Well, for the sake of his junior uncle, this idiot, he had to be a hero for once.

"Brother Xiao? Are you planning to go down the mountain after getting dressed like this? Or have you finally received a priceless wish?"

Before his rebirth, Xiao Jingxuan had a super conceited motto that was passed down from mouth to mouth: If someone wants me to take care of a wish, I will never do it unless he rewards me with a hundred taels of gold.

So it’s no wonder that Ye Cijing asked this question, and even had his eyes shining.

Xiao Jingxuan didn't raise his head, but focused on putting on the black wrist guard. He just raised his eyelids slightly and said expressionlessly, "Seven taels of silver."

"Ah?" Ye Cijing seemed to snort lightly, with a bit of disdain and doubt, as well as a sneer that he had to hold back, and asked in confusion: "It's just... just seven taels of silver, Senior Brother Xiao, you're also going to make a move?"

"Do you think seven taels of silver is a small amount?" Xiao Jingxuan's face darkened, a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes, and he glanced at him sharply.

"When a person is in dire straits, seven taels of silver can be enough for half a month's worth of food and oil, or even life-saving money. Money is something that is accumulated slowly and in small amounts."

When he was young, Xiao Jingxuan struggled to make a living. He did all kinds of jobs in despicable industries, just for a steamed bun that cost one penny.

People of different status and vision see the value of seven taels of silver differently.

Humbleness and inferiority were almost engraved deep in Xiao Jingxuan's bones and could never be erased. Fortunately, someone saved him.

It was Yun Huai who simply pulled him out of the mud pond and then abandoned him. The person who washed him clean and took him out to bask in the sun was Yun Lan.

So, that was not seven taels of silver, that was Chu Huaizhou, the only person who did not abandon him even though he was brought out of the mud and stained by it.

Ye Cijing felt somewhat ashamed and took the initiative to suggest: "Brother Xiao, how about you take me with you? The two of us can take care of each other."

"With you, there will be three of us." Xiao Jingxuan picked up an ordinary short knife and iron sword and looked at him disdainfully, "It will be even more inconvenient to take care of you."

After saying that, he walked out without looking back, "Just stay on the mountain and help me deal with the old immortal master who always likes to cause trouble for me from time to time."

"Three people? Where did these three people come from?" Ye Cijing chased after them and shouted, "Didn't you report this to your master and the Pavilion Master?"

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Yuyu Town was some distance away from the top of the blue sky. When Xiao Jingxuan rode his horse at full speed and hurried to the outskirts of the village, it was already sunset on the third day.

When he reached the entrance of the village, he saw densely packed houses and farmland behind him, so he dismounted and walked in. Gradually, the sky darkened, and the clouds slowly gathered to the west, rolling into a ball and tinged with golden orange.

The person who received the prayers was not Xiao Jingxuan, so he didn't know where the Huang family was. He had to knock on every door and ask. If someone received the prayers, a spirit bird would lead the way.

It was not too late at this moment, and there were many happy smiles on the small ridges in the fields, as if they saw the fields full of harvest crops waiting to be harvested.

Xiao Jingxuan looked at the field full of weeds taller than people, which looked like it had been abandoned for many years. He was quite puzzled: What on earth were they so happy about?

Yuyu Town is not a wealthy village or town. Most of the people living here are farmers who rely on half an acre of fertile land to support their family.

Xiao Jingxuan politely greeted the nearest uncle, nodded slightly and asked, "Uncle, is the harvest good this year?"

The person in front of him had a fairly regular face, but his cheeks were deeply sunken, his eye sockets and eyeballs, which were twice as big as those of others, were bulging, his skin was wrinkled, and he did not look naturally aged.

Hearing Xiao Jingxuan's voice, the weird and ugly smile on his face froze, and he slowly turned his neck and squinted at him, with the corners of his mouth cracking even wider, "Well, you see, there will be a good harvest this year."

Following the direction of his hand with purple veins and bulging blue veins, it was still a barren land with giant tree roots crisscrossing and overgrown weeds.

"This... how can it be a good harvest? The fields haven't even been cultivated yet, sir?"

When he came to his senses, the old man with a hunched back was walking briskly across several ridges in the field, rushing home in panic. Not only him, but all the people who had just stood on the ridge were the same!

The sunset on the top of the mountain in the sky has faded, and the night has already fallen. After dusk, there is a long night.

Even if you are a living dead possessed by evil spirits, you should not be afraid of the night, because after the night comes the carnival.

Xiao Jingxuan rushed forward in two steps and grabbed the collar of the burly young man at the end of the team. He just moved his fingers slightly and without using any strength, he lifted the man up.

"Strange, how can it be so light?" He was dumbfounded, staring at the man with his feet hanging in the air, his body full of muscular muscles, but he weighed less than a three-year-old child. He was speechless for a moment.

Seeing his teammates gradually going away to the south of the village, the strange man's eyes began to roll around, and he opened his dark mouth and let out a sharp, strange cry, the decibel of which was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo, ah, ah—" The sounds were sharp and piercing, with jackals laughing and foxes shouting, and a cool air was coming out of the woods. At the same time, both legs began to shake violently.

His neck twisted sharply backwards, and his mouth, which was as dark as a bottomless pit just now, suddenly grew sharp fangs, and sticky and disgusting saliva was about to drip onto his arm.

Xiao Jingxuan only felt his eyebrows twitch, and the fist clenched on the collar loosened, and he put down the thing that seemed to be just an empty shell and neither a monster nor a human.

He was seen lying on the ground with his hands and feet, his neck creaking, staring at the intruder with his dark green eyes and baring his teeth.

The grinding of sharp teeth was like the sound of a wild beast gnawing on a human skull, which made people's hair numb. Xiao Jingxuan drew out the dagger with both hands and took a defensive posture. The monster that was neither human nor ghost suddenly turned around and ran away, using both hands and feet in a devilish posture.

Even if Xiao Jingxuan were to live his whole life again, he had never seen such a strange humanoid corpse-like creature. Without thinking, he picked up his sword and chased after it, "Stop!"

Although they were in groups and seemed to be a large target that was difficult to lose track of, they were actually very fast and disappeared faintly in the south under the hazy moonlight and mist.

"Stop chasing them. You won't be able to catch up with them at night." A cold voice came from Xiao Jingxuan's side, and the voice was as cold as if it had been soaked in melted snow.

The night was deep, the stars and the moon were dim, and the dark village was even more gloomy without any candles. Only two lanterns under the eaves were glowing in the night, and the tassels hanging from the bottom swayed gently, illuminating the man in white, who appeared shadowy.