After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

A couple in their fifties are sitting hand in hand under the eaves. Behind them stands a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. The boy's face is still childish. The couple are full of smiles. They can be regarded as a warm family of three. .

Seeing the wooden doors and windows in the photos, Xie Bian recognized that the place where they took photos was the courtyard where he had just stayed.

Fan Wujiu used the Floating Light Curse to briefly go back in time on this wall, allowing them to see what the photo looked like.

But after seeing it, Xie Bian had no clue.

It was as if there was a large pile of jumbled jigsaw pieces in front of them, and Xie Bian needed to find more edge pieces before he could start the puzzle.

It's better to have something than nothing, at least know that this place should be a human's sha, not a cat's or dog's sha.

Xie Bian was content to read it all, wrote down all the details in the photo, and signaled Fan Wuhuo to put away the Floating Light Curse.

The Floating Light Curse also consumes spiritual power, Xie Bian is like a child with only five dollars now, naturally he is reluctant to spend three dollars on soda, and he also can't see Fan Wujiu's squandering.

Fan Wujiu withdrew his palm, the golden light dissipated, and the wall became dirty again.

tick.

Something was dripping from the beams.

Is it raining outside?Is the old house leaking?

tick.

Another drop landed on the table next to it.

The red paint on the table had almost peeled off, and there was a layer of oil stains on the surface. Xie Bian moved closer and saw the water droplets clearly under the dim light.

It's not rain, it's blood, blood that smells black and foul.

Xie Bian got a headache, he knew what was lying on the beam without even imagining it.

He was fooled by the little ghost and the cat, and he almost forgot that ghosts are the most scary things in Shali.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

Xie Bian turned around to ask Zhao Meng, and then felt that his words were a little funny, he was actually asking a ghost if it was afraid of its own kind.

But Zhao Meng was not an ordinary ghost, he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and he seemed to realize this soon, felt ashamed, no, he was a ghost, and shook his head lightly.

"Then go and stay by the window, don't look back and don't look up."

Xie Bian was not at all surprised by the reaction of his ghost follower, and pointed out a clear way for him to go to the side so as not to get in the way.

Zhao Meng walked away, Xie Bian looked up.

The house is a traditional brick-wood structure. The walls and columns are made of bricks. There are wooden beams on the top of the house, and there are melon columns on the beams. , let alone a few decades of history.

An old-fashioned three-leaf fan hung on the beams of the house, and a thick layer of dust had also accumulated.

Between those cobweb-covered beams and columns, there are some guys who hide their heads and show their tails.

What dripped just now was the blood of dirty things mixed with the smell of corpses, which made Xie Bian vomit from a long distance away.

When Xie Bian was thinking of ways to go up or lure those things down, Fan Wujiu interrupted him.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?"

Lao Fan returned what he asked Zhao Meng to him.

Xie Bian smiled, I have never heard of a ghost king who is afraid of ghosts.

Even though he wasn't afraid of ghosts, Fan Wujiu didn't want him to make a move. Xie Bian's palm was still hurt, and swinging the whip was painful, Master Wuchang was not that cruel.

While Xie Bian was still looking for the ladder, Fan Wujiu jumped directly onto the beam.

The black scythe that had disappeared for a while reappeared in his hands, Master Wuchang raised and lowered the scythe, and ended up with a few guys with missing arms and legs who didn't know what to do or how to move towards him.

The dirty and smelly mucus turned into black smoke before it hit the ground, and dissipated in a short while, without even a trace floating to Xie Bian's side.

A sticky bone claw grabbed the beam and crawled forward quietly, trying to approach the busy Mr. Hei Wuchang from behind.

"Be careful behind you."

Xie Bian reminded him almost as soon as he saw it, and after he finished speaking, he felt that he was unnecessary.

Fan Wujiu is used to walking in the dark, even without a dim light, he can still detect things hidden in the dark, so there is no need for Xie Bian to remind him.

But when Fan Wujiu heard that he swung the scythe behind him and killed the little devil, he took the time to look down at Xie Bian and thank him.

"Thank you."

Fan Wujiu cut the kid's neck with the scythe, and when he was distracted, the round ghost's head fell off the beam, rolled around on the ground a few times, and landed right at Xie Bian's feet.

Only then did Xie Bian realize that the dissipated black smoke was caused by Fan Wujiu.

After Fan Wujiu thanked him, he came back to his senses, and the ghost's head beside Xie Bian's feet also collapsed into black smoke, leaving no trace of smell.

Xie Bian was speechless, and silently watched Lao Fan "clean up" while working.

A ghost hand struck from the shadows and was about to claw at Fan Wujiu's chest. With a flash of light on the scythe, the little ghost was split in two.

Immediately afterwards, another long-tongued ghost who tried to scare people by lolling its tongue was also cut off by Fan Wujiu's tongue and head.

On the beams of the house, there was the whining of ghosts, and Fan Wujiu's black robe rolled in it, making a bit of biting wind.

When Fan Wujiu was busy working on the roof, a bunch of heads, arms, and legs fell down. Xie Bian looked at it and felt that it was very sensible to ask Zhao Meng to hide in advance. Seeing these similar people die easily at the hands of Fan Wujiu, it will inevitably leave some psychological shadows.

The kid's mental health is also very important. Xie Bian came to this conclusion after recalling the ideological and moral textbooks he used to take a nap.

More and more black shadows poured out, Xie Bian didn't even see where they came from, while the black robe was tumbling, Fan Wujiu took action to solve everything, leaving only puffs of black smoke drifting with the wind.

Through the black smoke, Xie Bian didn't smell the slightest foul smell, but instead smelled an inexplicable pine scent.

It was as if it was snowing outside, and the people hiding in the cave tried their best to light a bonfire, and the long-lasting woody fragrance of Old Chai came through the light, which made people feel at ease.

Fan Wujiu is such an old firewood.

Xie Bian noticed that when he and Fan Wujiu were together, he seemed to be particularly distracted, and his thoughts would often go to other places regardless of the time and situation.

Maybe it was because he didn't sleep well, Xie Bian raised his hand to rub his eyes, but then found that his sleeve was being pulled.

"Zhao Meng, let go."

Xie Bian thought that Zhao Meng was afraid and got up and tugged at his sleeve again, and stopped him loudly, wanting to make this unworthy little devil practice his courage.

But Zhao Meng looked back at the window tremblingly.

"Brother, what did you say?"

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