I'm an ordinary person

So the two of them withdrew again with crowing and barking.No way, who made An Lan's image cast a deep shadow on the two of them.

An Lan stared at the message on his phone. He had never thought his second son was so pleasing to the eye.

Unlike An Lan's rejoicing, Kui could be said to be braving black air, and his smile was a little stiff.He didn't have such a spoiled son!

After all, Alan's son is his son.

That message was retracted, followed by several apologetic messages.

"I didn't mean to QUQ"

Happy Hungry Ghost Festival. Isn’t it cursing others to die? I hope Dad doesn’t mind.

Of course An Lan wouldn't mind.After all, he is not a real human being, so telling him a happy Ghost Festival is simply painless.

Over there, Kui turned into a small rock again, crawling up the screen, not wanting him to read the meeting information.

An Lan picked it up, put it aside, and answered two words concisely.

--fine.

Little Shitou felt wronged and asked Alan to kiss him before he could get up.

An Lan felt a little guilty, but then became very calm again.

Luo Sining and Luo Bang on the other end breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Sining felt that the godfather he recognized was good everywhere, and he wasn't even angry when he sent Happy Ghost Festival.

Turning his head, he said to the senior brother who rubbed against his ear: "Senior brother, aren't you going to sleep?"

"Sleep." He couldn't help but swear.His heart was about to jump out.

"Then I'll go to bed first." Floating to the bedroom, he locked the door behind him.

Luobang knocked on the door frantically: "I haven't gone in yet!"

At this moment, in a certain mountain village, there is a blood moon hanging in the sky, and the group of people are in a panic.Countless ghost-like and non-ghost creatures chased after him.

After finally getting rid of them temporarily, I breathed a sigh of relief.But know, they'll catch up after a while.

One person covered his hand in pain, panting in embarrassment and said: "Captain, I ask for support from other departments!"

His hand kept dripping blood, the dripping blood was black, and it was still spreading upwards along the meridians.

Chen Nu frowned: "Don't talk for now!" A talisman appeared in his hand and stuck to his arm.

His arm was bitten by the ghost in order to save one of them, and it was infected with corpse poison.

One of them held a mobile phone like a brick and said quickly: "This place is too remote, and the satellite signal we specially strengthened has also suffered unknown interference, and the signal cannot be transmitted at all!"

Chen Nu frowned resolutely, and said in silence for a long time: "We must find ways to transmit the signal, and we must not let other people die!" Although he is stubborn, it does not mean that he is headstrong. He encountered such a dangerous enemy in the evening. Although no one was killed, he was seriously injured. He would never allow the tragedy of that day to repeat itself.

The others nodded heavily.They are afraid of death, but they are even more afraid of someone repeating the same mistakes.

Big drops of sweat appeared on the face of the man whose hand was injured. He was very young, a rookie in his 20s, who knew that a simple task would involve such a tricky thing.

The spell can only slow down the spreading speed, and a rope is tied tightly around the arm to prevent the toxin from spreading along the arm to the heart and lungs.

Seeing that the arm has turned blue.

One of them gritted his teeth and said, "Are you afraid of pain?"

The young man's eyes became firm and he shook his head. "I want to go back alive, I don't want to die, my mother is still waiting for me!"

Others know the experience of this intern junior.His father died of illness when he was young, and he was brought up by his mother. He had a bit of talent, so he was accepted as an apprentice. Although he was young, he was tenacious and reliable.

Using his hands as knives, Sun Yu closed his eyes and bit his lips tightly. He only felt a heart-piercing pain, and the poisoned arm fell to the ground.Finally, what flowed out was no longer black blood, but red blood.

The others immediately sprinkled medicine to stop the bleeding and bandaged them up.

"Fortunately the toxin didn't spread."

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was very weak.The others immediately supported him.

There was a rustling sound behind him.

Chen Nu, who was vigilant and guarding, looked stern.

"Come on."

After finishing speaking, he threw several talismans, and the group ran again.

The ghosts chased after smelling the smell of human blood, and they were burned and howled by the pure light from the talisman.

But those who caught up behind devoured his companion's body without hesitation.The broken arm attracted more ghosts, and even fought for it.In the end, the winner not only greedily devoured the remaining arm, but also devoured the defeated.

Food, they need more food...!

A group of people walked forward with support, watching from a distance countless four-legged creatures appeared in front of them, and behind them were blood-eating and greedy monsters.

Their faces gradually stained with despair... The four-legged creature ran towards them.

Not just one.

Maybe it was stimulated, then, the little stone fell into a deep sleep again, flickering, holding two other stones that were only half the size of itself.

Boom, boom, An Lan, who was basking in the sun, put down the book that blocked the sun.An Lan hasn't been so relaxed in a long time.Some time ago, I had been busy with paper-cutting, and after a few days of rest, someone knocked on the door again.

An Lan was wearing flip-flops and a T-shirt, looking very young.

"You are?" Standing outside was an old man with dyed black hair.

An Lan stepped aside to let him in. "A pair of incense candles is 20 yuan, a bundle of paper is 50 yuan, and a bundle of incense sticks is 100 yuan."

No matter where the price is, you have to shout a money grab.

Although An Lan felt that the person in front of her was familiar, she instinctively felt that a big trouble was coming to him.

"Little friend." He clasped his hands together.Not putting on airs at all.

"Come in first."

An Lan also confirmed that he was a member of the Taoist sect.The little paper man climbed onto the table carrying the steaming tea.

Although Mr. Tang is old and well-informed, this is the first time he has seen such a vivid little paper man.

This reminded him of his father, who once told him sadly that none of those magical Taoist sects survived. A truly powerful master of metaphysics knows the fate of heaven, the fate of the world, and can ward off ghosts.

This is also the first time he really confronts the disciple of the hermit. It is normal to be a little arrogant, but the things he sells are cheaper...

It must be so cheap because other ordinary people cannot afford the price.

An Lan didn't know what else he had come up with in such a short period of time.

The old man looked around and looked at this small shop. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Can I have a look at these things?"

An Lan nodded vaguely, these things are defective products, basically Jian Ke's handiwork, although they are defective products, they are still useful, so they simply sold them.

He called this price casually. For ordinary people, it is naturally the price for ordinary people, but for rich people, it is naturally another price, because they prefer to trust expensive things to be useful.

But I don't know why Jian Ke hasn't come back. His sleep time has been interrupted recently.Very grumpy.

An Lan paused, today seemed to be Jian Ke's birthday.

The author has something to say: Jian Ke: I only go out for a day!Are you going to squeeze me?