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The children gobbled it up until their faces were buried in the bamboo tube, but there was still not a little porridge in the pot.

When the incense sticks in front of them were extinguished, the porridge was completely cold, and the essence had been absorbed by the children. Five or six seven or eight-year-old children lay side by side, touching their bellies.

So satisfying.

Ah Sheng stopped crying, Huo Zhenye reheated the pot of porridge, divided it into two bowls, he and Ah Sheng each had half, it tasted bland in the mouth.

This porridge tastes like chewing soaked cotton wool, and the meat slices have no meaty taste.

Huo Zhenye ate this for himself, but he couldn't give it to Bai Zhun. He cooked another handful of dried noodles, scalded some sliced ​​meat and gave it to him: "Eat it."

The next thing is to do a paper tie show, he can't lose his spirit.

Huo Zhenye picked up his own bowl, saw that Ah Sheng was still sullen, and stuffed the bowl into his hand: "Hurry up and eat, we still have a lot of things to do after eating."

Ah Sheng held the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth mouthful. He emptied the bottom of the bowl with a muffled sound, then raised his head and swore to the sect master and the junior disciples: "I will definitely, definitely avenge you!"

Huo Zhenye was sitting by the fire. He had never eaten such unpalatable food since he was a child, but he ate it slowly without frowning. Although the essence of these food was gone, it could still fill his stomach.

Sitting in a bamboo wheelchair, Bai Zhun ate noodles slowly. Watching Huo Zhenye eat the meal offered to ghosts, he put down the bowl halfway through: "I'm full."

Huo Zhenye looked up at him, there was not much food left, the noodles he cooked for Bai Zhun were according to his appetite, how could there be so much left?

"Are you really full?" Huo Zhenye frowned.

Bai Zhun picked up the bamboo strips, used reeds as thread, and tied the bamboo body out. He casually replied, "It doesn't taste good when cooked, I don't have an appetite."

Huo Zhenye ate the remaining half. Compared with the porridge he ate just now, it was like fairy soup.

He took two bites before he came to his senses, Bai Zhun was not full, but left it for him on purpose.

The corners of his mouth were raised, and he secretly looked at Bai Zhun's face. As soon as his eyes met, Bai Zhun glanced over. Huo Zhenye didn't flinch. Seeing his lips were bright and his Adam's apple rolled, he remembered the kiss in the coffin again.

It should be a lot of kisses, they parted a line, and then entangled again, if it wasn't here, it might have gone a step further.

Thinking this way in his heart, he leaned over, wishing to get closer to him.

Bai Zhun lowered his eyes, and with a flick of the bamboo strip, he drew a line between the two: "Be honest."

Huo Zhenye honestly stood on the edge of that line, telling himself that Bai Zhun was being shy, and that he should not push himself further now, and wait until he got back.

Bai Zhun pulled out the bamboo bones of the entire theater troupe overnight, and then painted everyone's faces.

Although I haven't seen what these people look like, they are all painted with oil paint, so it is not difficult to draw them.The eight children all drew a monkey face, put on costumes, and stood there looking like little monkeys.

Huo Zhenye drew Xuan Yun's face, and Ah Sheng came back to his senses: "Master Qi!"

He yelled, Bai Zhun was fine, Huo Zhenye was so frightened that the tip of his pen trembled, his eyebrows were crooked.

"My senior sister has turned... into a ghost!" Senior sister and senior brother Chen were supposed to get married, and it would have been such a lively event, but now they can't even be married on the road to hell.

Huo Zhenye held the fine brush, glanced at A Sheng, sighed, and pointed with the tip of the pen.

A Sheng turned his head to look at the corner, a gust of wind blew by, he sneezed loudly, the senior sister was sitting in the corner in a costume, surrounded by black mist, and Chen Shou's body was beside her.

Ah Sheng held back his tears: "Seventh... Seventh Lord..."

Xuan Yun nodded to A Sheng: "You are a good boy, let's get revenge together when we go out."

Bai Zhun drew the facial makeup without even raising his eyelids. After drawing a picture, he pasted the paper on the bamboo bones, and then put the ready-made costumes on these bamboo bodies, and it looked like a play.

Hot water was always boiling in the small pot, Huo Zhenye poured a cup and handed it to Bai Zhun: "Take a rest, don't be in a hurry tonight."

Bai Zhun didn't raise his head: "No need." It's the second night they've been in, and the sooner they leave, the better.

Huo Zhenye stretched out his hand, wrapped his big palm around Bai Zhun's thin shoulders, and pressed his fingertips on the tendons to loosen his muscles and bones.

Bai Zhun didn't expect him to have this kind of skill, the force is moderate, and the pressing place is just right, he let out a soft "uh" and enjoyed it, feeling comfortable, when he heard the man say softly, "I press other places, it's more comfortable."

As soon as Bai Zhun moved his bamboo knife, his phoenix eyes slanted, wishing he could stab Huo Zhenye, but he remembered the entanglement in the coffin again, so he said in a deep voice, "Get away."

Huo Zhenye followed the example of goodness, moved a little further away, and continued to draw facial makeup for the paper troupe.

The sky was slightly bright, and there was a ray of red light, so Ah Sheng got up suddenly, and a group of people went up the mountain.

Bai Zhun is in much better spirits here than outside, and Huo Zhenye was worried that he would not be able to bear it, but he did not expect that his steps were light and he climbed the mountain faster than others.

A few children don't know what death is at all, they only know that they are hungry, and when they are too hungry, they will not be so hungry when they are light.

Holding hands in twos and threes, they ran on the mountain path, and even smiled and waved at A Sheng: "Senior brother, here!"

The younger brothers led a group of people to find the earth cave.

The master of the eight sects sat in the middle, and several younger juniors sat on both sides separately, each holding the other's arm, leaning on each other and snuggling up to the master of the eight sects.

Ah Sheng had already cried a lot last night, but seeing this situation, he couldn't help crying again. He originally wanted to carry the body out and dig a hole to bury it.

But seeing that they were still holding hands when they died, they simply filled the hole in the earth and let them rest in peace.

Asheng filled the soil, and finally cut down a thick bamboo, and split the thick bamboo into pieces. He couldn't read, so Huo Zhenye took the bamboo piece and carved words on it with a bamboo knife.

Each person has a bamboo stele and inserts the bamboo stele into the soil.

Every time a bamboo stele is added, there will be a shadow missing, and when Ah Shou inserts these carved bamboo steles into the soil with his own hands, there will be no shadows of the sect master and the junior brother around him.

Bai Zhun put on another stick of incense: "Don't worry, Master of the Eight Gates, I will send you across the bridge and across the river to have a good pregnancy."

After burying the bones, Bai Zhun and his entourage went to the monster's grave together with people and ghosts.

Ah Sheng and Huo Zhenye dug up the tomb, dug three feet into the ground, and finally dug out a narrow but deep coffin.

Huo Zhenye frowned when he saw it: "Why is this coffin so similar to the one in the Earth Temple?"

Bai Zhun frowned: "It's not the resemblance, it's just that someone secretly changed the coffin."

The one in the Earth Temple is made of mahogany wood that has been struck by lightning, and the coffin board is written with cinnabar spells to suppress ghosts. This coffin, although also light red, also has spells written on it, but the meaning is completely different.

The locust tree is the coffin, and the death is in peace.

The incantation on the coffin was specious, and it was not for guarding the resentful spirits and dissolving resentment at all.

Bai Zhun covered his nose: "Both of you step back and let Xuan Yun open the coffin."

There must be a lot of resentment in this coffin, only Xuan Yun is a fierce ghost, not afraid of resentment.

With a wave of both palms, Xuan Yun turned the black mist into four black claws, pulled out the coffin nails, and when the coffin nails were together, the resentment in the coffin was scattered. Huo Zhenye grabbed Bai Zhun and stood upwind on the hillside.

Once the coffin lid was opened, it took a long time for the yin inside to dissipate.

Xuan Yun grabbed the bones in the coffin and threw them on the ground outside the coffin. The body had long since rotted away, leaving only a skeleton with four hands and four legs.

Ah Sheng was stunned: "This... what is this thing?"

Huo Zhenye took a look: "It's a human being."

Is a child born conjoined.