After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

Xie Bian was afraid of Zhao Meng's crow's mouth, and just wanted to remind him to shut up, but he saw the troublesome kid throwing a fork and running to the eaves to lie on something and observe.

Xie Bian also leaned over and found two "small pots" with a diameter of two meters. He said they were small because compared with the flower pots next to them, they were indeed a bit small.

Half of the water was left in the two small basins, and half of a fish bone was still hanging on one side.

"My neighbor's grandmother feeds the cat like this. Put some water and food at the door, and wait for it to drink water and eat when it comes back tired from playing and running."

Xie Bian's chaotic thinking was broken by Zhao Meng's words.

Water pipes hiding in rainy days, tricycles about to be run over by accident, big cocks fighting...

It's not that the surrounding things are bigger, it's that the three of them have become smaller.

The owner of this evil is a cat.

All the unreasonable anomalies made sense, Xie Bian looked Zhao Meng up and down, and nodded slightly, quite a sense of surprise and relief that some class teachers felt when they saw the bottom one suddenly pass.

Before Zhao Meng could react, he figured out the mystery by himself, embarrassed by his elder brother's eyes, turned his face away and scratched his head, thinking that Xie Bian was disgusting him with his crow's mouth talking nonsense again.

What Xie Bian can think of, Fan Wujiu can also think of.

This small body is really inconvenient to move around, and the later Lianhuansha still doesn't know what it looks like. Fan Wujiu made a trick with his hand hidden in his sleeve, and with a light flick of his fingers, the three of them began to move at a visible speed like mushrooms after a spring rain. The height becomes larger, and it will return to normal proportions in a short while.

The two small water basins that Zhao Meng stared at just now are about the size of a fist, which is just right for a kitten's appetite.

Xie Bian returned to normal size and looked around again, feeling that the movement of jumping up and down just now was indeed a bit ridiculous.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Xie Bian walked around the yard, observing the details, which caught Zhao Meng's attention.

"Can you remove that 'big' character?"

Xie Bian doesn't like this title very much. After listening to it for a long time, he really looks like the leader of some kind of evil organization, and it is not much different from the category of "Wuwang City Lord" and "Evil Ghost Leader".

"Oh... so, brother, what are you doing?"

Zhao Meng is easy to talk, he can do whatever his benefactor asks him to do, even if Xie Bian asks him to call him some other absurd name, he can probably call him any other absurd name.

Let’s just call him brother, Xie Bi’an is more than 7000 years old, it’s not too much to call Zhao Meng a little brother.

"Find the 'door'."

"'Door'?"

"Well, go to the 'gate' on the next ring."

The entrance to Shajing is called the 'gate', the No. 103 bus and the transfer advertisement with the detailed address of the studio can all be regarded as the 'gate' of the little female ghost.

When they entered this cat demon, they were led by Fan Wujiu through the gate of nothingness, but they should still need some opportunity to trigger it to go to the next ring.

Xie Bian searched left and right, but couldn't find any clues.

"keep the change."

Fan Wu called out for help, interrupting his continued search, then went to the eaves and pushed open a mottled wooden door.

The Spring Festival couplets on both sides of the wooden door have been washed away by years of rain, and even the door knocker in the middle is still on the verge of falling off because of the lack of a nail.

No one expected that the 'door' on the next ring turned out to be a real door.

Fan Wujiu turned sideways and let Zhao Meng go in first. Zhao Meng was afraid and looked at Xie Bian again.

Xie Bian resigned to his fate, and was the first to walk into the house.

Lao Fan’s decision to restore them to their normal size is wise. Behind the wooden door is an old-fashioned main room, and next to the main room is connected to the bedroom and kitchen. It looks like a country house, with debris piled up everywhere. , I am afraid that if I just run, I will break my leg.

As Fan Wujiu stepped into the door last, the mottled wooden door creaked shut.

Only some light came in through the broken window next to the wooden door, and the room was really dark.

And Xie Bian was already bewildered by the little ghost and the cat just now, afraid that the bench and table in front of him would fly up and bite someone.

Xie Bian decided to be lazy, took two steps back and followed Fan Wujiu, pretending to be good, hoping to see what Master Heiwuchang would do.

Fan Wujiu saw Xie Bian's little movement of retreating, smiled silently, put away the tiger sickle, went to the innermost part of the main room, groped for a rope and pulled it down, and turned on the light with a "click".

"come over."

Xie Bian stood with his back against the wooden door and observed Fan Wujiu's movements, but Fan Wujiu just stood in the light and waved at him.

Although he was puzzled, he still walked over to see if Fan Wujiu had any ideas.

With the help of the dim light, Fan Wujiu lowered his head and picked up Xie Bian's right hand holding the whip hanging by his side.

Fan Wujiu signaled Xie Bian to open his hands with his eyes. Xie Bian thought he wanted to check the police whip, so he did.

As expected, Lao Fan took the police whip away, but he just put it on the table next to him without looking at it.

Then he took out a clean white veil from nowhere and wrapped it up for Xie Bian.

Only then did Xie Bian realize that his palm had been squeezed and rubbed by the whip when he pulled violently to save Zhao Meng just now, leaving scattered bloodstains.

After entering the evil spirit, his attention was not on himself, and naturally he didn't feel the pain. If it wasn't for Fan Wujiu's actions, he would never have known that he had suffered such a small injury.

After bandaging the palms of his hands, Lao Fan picked up the police whip on the table next to him and patted the dust twice, and hung it around Xie Bian's waist for Xie Bian.

Xie Bian was already thin, but his waist wrapped in white robes was lined with red whips to make him even more slender. The corner of the robe was still stained with blood that looked like plum blossoms. , like a fairy.

Under the dim light in the room, Xie Bian raised the hand wrapped in the handkerchief and shook it lightly. He actually tasted the artificial pain of flesh and blood that belonged to vulnerable human beings, and felt that he was a real man at the moment. people.

It is a god, a human being, not a demon.

The moment Xie Bian lowered his head, Fan Wujiu had already left the light.

The house is old from the inside to the outside, and the movement of walking a little more can sweep up the dust on the tables and chairs.

Fan Wujiu walked quietly, without making a sound.

It turned out that Master Heiwuchang had no shortcuts when he broke the evil spirit, and he had to explore it by himself, and he didn't seem to be so powerful.

Xie Bian was a little disappointed that he didn't see the picture he had imagined. He thought that Fan Wujiu could carry his big black scythe that severed heaven and earth, and directly bring out the troublesome evil spirit to teach him a lesson.

"Brother, my lord, look at the wall!"

Zhao Meng exclaimed, as if he had discovered something, Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu turned their heads together when they heard the sound.

The walls of the old house are still plastered with cement. Next to the main room is the kitchen. Years of smoky fires have made the entire wall dirty, but if you look at where Zhao Meng pointed, there is a square of one foot square. The wall was obviously much cleaner than other places, as if it had been covered by something.

"Photo frame, there should have been a photo frame hanging here." Fan Wujiu folded his arms and gave the answer.

The height of one person is one foot square, most of the halls of old houses are hung with photos, Fan Wujiu's deduction is correct.

Xie Bian moved closer and raised his uninjured hand, touched the dirty wall next to him with his index finger, and then touched the clean place with his middle finger, and observed it under the light with his palm spread out.As expected, the index finger was stained black with oily smoke, much dirtier than the middle finger.But the middle finger wasn't clean either, it was dirtier than the ring finger and little finger that didn't touch the wall.

"It should have been taken down for a while." If it had been hung up all the time, it shouldn't have accumulated so much dust.

Xie Bian came to a conclusion and called out to his little ghost follower: "Zhao Meng, go to the back room and look for any clues such as photos."

"it is good!"

As soon as Zhao Meng heard that there was something he could do, he rushed to the bedroom on the other side of the main room.

"No need."

Fan Wujiu raised his arm to stop Zhao Meng who was about to pass, Xie Bian was puzzled and looked back at him for his good opinion.

I saw Fan Wujiu close his eyes, draw a circle on his chest with his bony right hand, after the light flashed, a golden spell was completed, Fan Wujiu pushed his palm, and the golden light floated to the wall with the wind of his palm .

Through the golden light, the black ash on the concrete wall began to fall off at a visible speed, and the floating dust on the clean part gradually floated up. The wall shrouded in golden light seemed to go back in time and returned to its original clean appearance.

Then Xie Bian saw the photo that had been hanging on the wall.