After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

Fan Wujiu noticed his small movements, and suddenly turned his backhand, picked up Xie Bian's hand and held it in his palm.

The two hands, one cold and one hot, were suddenly held together in this weird spiritual battle.

Xie Bian subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Fan Wujiu held it even tighter, no matter how hard he struggled, he refused to let go.

"Didn't you come to coax me? Let me hold you for a while, don't move around, or people will see it later." Fan Wujiu sent a message to him through his spiritual sense, and gently rubbed his fingertips on Xie Bian's hand .

The blush spread from his cheeks again, Xie Bian closed his eyes, feeling his cheeks were burning.

"Old rascal." Xie Bian quietly cursed again in his heart.

The corners of Fan Wujiu's mouth curled up to the sky, old hooligans are old hooligans, this is not the first time he has been scolded.

Being held by someone and unable to struggle, Xie Bian could only resign himself to his fate and walk beside Lao Fan. Fortunately, his sleeves were big enough, and he couldn't see anything unusual from the outside, although he could see that both of them were lying in the coffin Yes, Xie Bian was still a little embarrassed.

But Fan Wujiu is fine as long as he is embarrassed, not only that, the old rascal's fingers are almost drawing flowers in people's palms, and the shyer Xie Bian is, the more he wants to look at people's faces.

The more he teases, Xie Bian blushes; the more Xie Bian blushes, the more he wants to tease.

Xie Bian, who had taken the initiative to comfort others with good intentions, could only suffer from being dumb.

When it was almost time to bury the coffin last night, Xie Bian carefully took his hand out of Fan Wujiu's hand, and ran back to the other side of the coffin with small steps.

So Zhao Meng, who was lying in the coffin, saw his brother's white clothes flashing to the left for a while, and then to the right for a while.

"Brother, did you go to discuss something important with Master Fan just now?" Zhao Meng anxiously looked out through the gap.

It didn't matter if he didn't ask, but when Xie Bian asked, he would blush again, his throat felt hot, and he couldn't speak, wishing to go around and find a place to hide.

"Yes," Fan Wujiu answered Zhao Meng loudly across the left and right coffins, "Your brother came to discuss something very important with me."

old rascal.

Xie Bian cursed depressingly again in his heart.

He obviously went to comfort Fan Wujiu when he was involved in something sad, but in the end he couldn't comfort him, and was held by someone to wipe his oil for a long time, and he had nowhere to say if he was depressed.

If you want to blame, you can only blame Fan Wujiu for being too thick-skinned. He was asked to remember his own death yesterday, so why did he do it today?

Xie Bian didn't have much experience in life, so he couldn't beat this old fritter who had traveled back and forth between the human world and the underground for thousands of years.

The old Youtiao who was scolded pretended to cough twice: "Don't be distracted, it's almost here."

Xie Bian was tortured terribly along the way, and the culprit could still be distracted and pay attention to where he was going.

After walking out of the city for a long time, about to arrive at yesterday's burial site, Xie Bian turned his head and glanced at Fan Wujiu, he had solemnly put the tiger sickle on his back.

With the police whip in his hand, Xie Bian wanted to see what was hidden here.

The big man in white scarf stood still, as if he was waiting for further instructions from the summoning bell, but neither Fan Wujiu nor Xie Bian would order the coffin to be buried, after all the ones lying in the coffin were Zhao Meng and his left and right.

As soon as the summoning bell stopped, it was the group of paper-tied boys who were the first to make a change.

Xie Bian still didn't want to face these little guys with childish cheeks, so he left the troublesome paper-wrapped boys and girls to Fan Wujiu, and went to tangle with the white scarf man again.

The two of them fought till the end yesterday before dawn before the coffin could be opened, so they must move faster today.

Xie Bian brandished a bright red whip like it was on fire, he did not need sporadic kindling, but relying on the force of the whip alone produced four strong and powerful men.

Dozens of paper-tied boys followed behind, and Fan Wujiu was no longer in the mood of playing the eagle and catching chickens to amuse the children last night, and shouted while waving his sickle: "Left and right!"

"Here!" The money-grubbing ghost's voice came from inside the coffin, piercing through the clouds. This is what a ghost in Wuwang City should look like.

A length of black iron chain hanging outside the coffin suddenly twisted violently, like a big black snake with thick wrists frantically trying to tear the darkness apart.

The big snake attacked the four corners of the coffin, breaking through the shackles of the four descendant nails in an instant, then violently swung around and beat around.

There was a loud bang, and the boards were torn apart.

Left and right came out of the dust, his eyes glowed red, his body was like dead wood, his arms were covered with patterns of golden coin strings, and a sword made of copper coins passed through his chest, which was exactly his death appearance.

The money-grubbing ghost didn't show his real body until now.

With one hand on the left and right he dragged the iron chain Fan Wujiu threw to him, and with the other hand across his chest, he pulled out the copper coin sword that pierced through his heart.

Wherever the copper coin sword went, there was a thousand tons of gravity, so that Zhizha Boy couldn't straighten up, fell to the ground and shattered into pieces of paper.

Left and right are burdened with desires for thousands of years, and the power of thoughts has condensed into evil forces. He is Fan Wujiu's first-class vanguard of evil spirits.

Xie Bian was walking to Zhao Meng's coffin, and Fan Wujiu also arrived with a tiger scythe on his back. The black scythe swept the night with the wind, and also tore apart the wooden coffin that bound Zhao Meng.

Zhao Meng hugged the cane given by Xie Bian tightly, closed his eyes and lay in the middle of the sawdust on the ground, trembling unconsciously.

"stand up."

While calling Zhao Meng, Xie Bian whipped out the head of a huge man who was fighting with him.

The headless big paper man lost its direction and ran around, bumping into the front left and right, and was cut to pieces by the copper coin sword.

Zhao Meng saw this scene when he opened his eyes, and stood up screaming: "Brother Zuo!"

Turn around and smile at him: "Boy, come quickly, don't lose Brother Zuo's face!"

Zhao Meng ran to the left and right while waving his cane across his chest indiscriminately, which really scared away a few boys as big as winter melons who were about to climb up his legs.

The left and right hands held the iron chain that Fan Wujiu had snatched, and swung it along his arms, smashing the two red-faced boys who were following Zhao Meng to pieces.

Watching Zhao Meng left and right, Xie Bian lost his worries and walked towards the small coffin.

He must see today what is in the small coffin that someone else buried it with.

The police whip and the tiger sickle attacked together, the wind and thunder changed, and the cloud formed by the evil force dispersed. Under the joint suppression of the two evil weapons of the underworld, the small coffin was as motionless as a mountain, and not even a piece of wood was crushed. Shake it down.

Xie Bian frowned, wondering if there was anyone or something that could make the evil master so powerful, he quietly wrapped the whip around his hand to compete with him.

Fan Wujiu knew that every time Xie Bian did this, he wanted to risk his life with others, so there was absolutely no reason to let him go.Lao Fan grabbed him with one hand, forcing the whip in his palm to drop to the ground again.

"Be obedient, no need," Fan Wujiu rubbed his fingers on Xie Bian's palm as if to appease, "There are still them."

Master Wuchang waved his black sickle into the air, knowing left and right, and shouted to Siye: "Come out soon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, four black shadows galloped from all directions, and flew past Zhizha Boy like a dark cloud. , there is no paper piercer on the ground who can stand up.

Four shadows gathered in front of Fan Wujiu and stood side by side.

Fan Wujiu pointed at the small coffin with a sickle: "Open it."

The evil spirit got the order, and four streams of black smoke condensed together, engulfing a small coffin that had just stood still in the turmoil.

The sound of wind blowing, biting, pounding, and scratching all came from the center of the black cloud all at once. Hearing these sounds, Xie Bian felt as if he had returned to the past.

Gluttony, greedy for drinking, greedy for play, and greedy for sleep, these are the four greedy ghosts under the seat of Wuwang City Lord. They are also the four ghosts who have accompanied Xie Bian for countless years and stood with him at the gate of the city to fight against Fan Wujiu.

There have long been rumors that the city lord Wuwang was tyrannical and unreasonable. He once ordered the four ghosts under his seat to do many evil things to the underground.

The gluttonous ghost likes to eat souls raw, chewing bones and swallowing meat is a habit, no matter where they come from, anyone who dares to provoke him in Wuwang City will be swallowed alive.

Greedy drinkers like to brew wine with the spirit of life, the stronger the evil spirit is, the more delicious it is, and as soon as the Buddha beads are turned in the hand, the evil mist pours out like a broken silver bottle of wine.

Playful ghosts are stubborn by nature, except for the few familiar ones, other ghosts will only end up with their bodies torn apart and their souls shattered when they bump into his hands.

As for the sleepy ghost, no one has seen her take action yet, but because of the notoriety of the other three ghosts, the Quartet dare not refuse.

Xie Bian originally thought that these four evil spirits who helped him torment him would have died under Fan Wujiu's sickle long ago, but who knows that they have survived to this day and followed Lao Fan out of the city.

He turned his head to look at Fan Wujiu, trying to find the answer, but only then did he realize that his hand was still being held by Lao Fan, probably because he was used to being led all the way, so he forgot to resist.

Fan Wujiu ignored his gaze and focused on the movement of the small coffin on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, the noisy sound finally stopped, and was replaced by a "click" sound like a lock being undone, and the small coffin was opened.

Fan Wujiu finally let go of his hand, waved his sleeves, and the black cloud scattered around the small coffin, and returned to the position where it was just standing by.

After the evil cloud dissipated, Tan Chi, Ai Shui, Xi Bei, and Hao Wan came out of the black mist, stood in front of Xie Bian and saluted: "Boss!"

Accompanied by fierce ghosts, the evil spirit is suppressed for ten miles. This is the battle of Wuwang City Lord in the past.

This "boss" frightened Zhao Meng who was making soy sauce on the left and right.

He has just learned how to control the cane to drive Shali to fight against Zhizha Boy, trying to be a qualified follower for his brother.Where did Cheng want to come out from somewhere to have a few real followers of Xie Bian, all of them are so powerful.

The desire in Zhao Meng's heart to protect Xie Bian one day when he became strong was just formed and then shattered—Xie Bian was not only accompanied by someone as powerful as Mr. Fan, but also had four such subordinates to protect him. He underestimated his brother. That's right.

But Zhao Meng didn't know that Xie Bian didn't mean to say "boss", but just squatted down to open the small coffin.

All the nails that sealed the coffin were removed by the four greedy ghosts, and with a slight push, the coffin board slid down from above.

It is not clear whether it is a human or a ghost inside, Xie Bian held the whip in his hand and woke up, but after looking at the situation inside, he found that there was no one lying down at all.

Inside the small coffin was a child's clothes, decorated with blue and white stripes, like the elementary school uniform Xie Bian saw when he passed by the entrance of China Resources International.

Xie Bian picked up the dress and weighed it in his hand to look at it, only to find that there were two words embroidered on the back of the collar, which could not be seen clearly after a long time due to rustic contamination.

When the clothes were picked up, the things underneath also saw the light of day, neither spells nor paper dolls.

It is a white duck doll, the doll is brand new, and there are creases on the clothes, as if it has been seen somewhere.

duck...crease...

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The author has something to say:

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!The old hooligan and Xiao Xie hold hands to send blessings to everyone, wishing everyone never have nightmares, and every family is reunited!

The school's mooncakes are hard, not five kernels but hardware (not)!Jiyou rejected my request to sponsor mooncakes for her to enter the v lottery, sad.