After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

Fan Wujiu smiled nonchalantly, and deliberately got close to Xie Bian to see his reaction.

Xie Bian didn't blush as he thought, anyway, he turned back to the general in a serious manner: "I didn't risk my life with anyone, why should I be punished?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Wujiu's eyebrows drooped: "Oh..."

Lao Fan looked displeased, and walked ahead dejectedly with his hands behind his back, kicking the weeds on the side of the road, obviously throwing a temper tantrum, just like a child making a temper tantrum.

Xie Bian followed behind him, couldn't hold back and poked Fan Wujiu's waist.

"Why do you poke me? You didn't make a mistake, so I don't need to punish you."

Fan Wujiu did it on purpose.

Xie Bian thought he had offended the man, so he bit his lip and poked the man's waist again.

"Why are you still addicted to poking?"

Fan Wujiu turned around pretending to be angry, and suddenly felt a softness on his cheek. It turned out that Xie Bian blushed and lightly pecked him on the face.

"Are you going to punish me? For what?" Fan Wujiu just smiled, pretending to be confused with understanding.

Xie Bian lowered his head: "It's not punishment, it's coaxing."

You are unhappy, I coax you.

After hearing this, Lao Fan was overjoyed, but his mouth was still smothered: "Then if I'm not happy in the future, will you always coax me like this?"

"En." Xie Bian blushed so much that he could no longer lift his head.

The old rascal didn't expect the child to be so honest, so beautiful that he would go to heaven: "You are so good, my hands are dirty, I will hug you later."

Xie Bian suddenly took a step forward and put his arms around Lao Fan's waist: "My hands are not dirty, I hug you."

He was half a head short in height, Xie Bianxu held his waist, as if he was nestled in Lao Fan's arms, his soft hair rubbed against his nose, Fan Wujiu swallowed unbearably, the tip of his nose Grinded on the top of the human head.

"Fool, let me go first. If you take the initiative to throw yourself into your arms like this, I will have poor concentration, and I won't be able to help but want to bully you."

The old hooligan looked at the situation in front of him, thought about Zhao Meng who was trapped outside, and decided to be an individual first.

Hearing this, Xie Bian backed away with a blushing face, and took his whip out of Lao Fan's arms without any hassle.

Fan Wujiu really wanted to pinch Xie Bian's cheeks that looked like rosy persimmons, looked at his dirty hands, and thought of children's obsession with cleanliness, so he decided to find a place to wash them first.

The two walked back and forth in the quiet pine forest, when Xie Bian suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar color on the side of the road.

The pine branch that Fan Wujiu had just thrown away was lying on the way they should have continued.

Someone in the pine forest has tampered with them, and they are trapped.

"Be careful." Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu looked at each other, and confirmed their thoughts.

Fan Wujiu walked around on the pine needles, listening and watching, looking for abnormalities.

Pines and cypresses have been around for thousands of years, and they are often regarded by people as a good intention for longevity. Is it to "prolong life" by using picky means to trap people who come here by setting up formations in the pine forest?

Lao Fan was busy, and Xie Bian was not idle, and finally found something on the ground.

No one cares about it all year round, and the pine needles fell down and laid a thick layer, which just covered the thread tied to the ground.

Lao Fan walked around and picked up the pine needles, Xie Bian noticed the unusual movement of the pine needles on the thread.

Xie Bian picked up a branch and gently lifted one end of the cotton thread. The pine needles on the thread were shaken off, and the direction of the thread gradually became clear.

The brown cotton thread is shuttled between the branches of each tree, because it is tied close to the ground, it is difficult for people to find it.

Fan Wujiu saw Xie Bian's movement, walked forward along the thin line in the forest, shuttled back and forth among the green pine forests, looking for the source of the formation.

Xie Bian listened to his words and stood there waiting. Not long after, Fan Wujiu came back with a roll of cotton thread.

"And this." Fan Wujiu flipped his palms, and in his palm was a duckling doll, exactly the same as the one in the coffin and on the street.

On the little duck's belly, there are two words written crookedly - peace.

It's peace again.

Xie Bian went to look at the roll of cotton thread in Fan Wujiu's hand again, but was stopped by Lao Fan raising his wrist: "Dirty, don't touch it."

After finishing speaking, Fan Wujiu shook off the cotton thread in front of him, and straightened a section of it to show Xie Bian.

When the light shined on it, Xie Bian discovered that the cotton thread itself was not colored. The originally pure white cotton thread was stained with mottled blood, which made it look brown.

Cotton threads dyed with human blood formed formations in the pine forest. The people who set up this formation thought of a dirty way to steal people's lifespan. Before Fan Wujiu and Xie Bian came, I don't know how many unlucky people suffered this disaster.

"All destroyed?" Xie Bian asked.

"Hmm." Fan Wujiu dangled the piece of cotton thread in the sun, twisted his fingers, and the blood-stained cotton thread turned into black smoke and drifted away gently.

The formation was broken, and the pine forest could no longer trap them.

The sound of gurgling water came, Xie Bian and Fan Wu rescued the pine forest and walked towards the sound, and they saw a bubbling mountain spring.

Fan Wujiu picked up a spoonful of water to wash his face, Xie Bian squatted on the stone beside him and looked at him.

The spring was crystal clear, and a strand of Fan Wujiu's long hair fell into the water, floating softly, like a black fish swimming.

Xie Bian involuntarily stretched out his hand to touch his hair, and his fingers first touched the cold spring water, which made him shiver.

The spring water in winter is icy cold, and I don't know how Lao Fan endured it, and he can still pour handfuls of it on his face.

Xie Bian scooped up some water with one hand and washed his fingers, which were dirty from pinching stones, soon his fingers became red and bloody.

"Come and check, is it clean?"

Fan Wujiu shook his clean hands, covered his face with drops of water, and leaned in front of Xie Bian for the children to see.

Xie Bian actually pinched his fingers and looked at them one by one: "Well, it's clean."

Lao Fan grinned and held his red fingers: "Can I give you a hug?"

"I never disliked it." Xie Bian lowered his head and bit his lip.

Fan Wujiu rubbed his shoulders against him: "Well, you don't dislike me, it's me who dislikes myself. Hug me and go out, Zhao Meng and the others are still waiting outside."

The stone bodhisattva standing on the top of the mountain was finally beaten to the ground by the Arhat ghost, and the world behind the fourth self-examination room was about to collapse.

The spring water flowed backwards, the pine forest fell, Xie Bian gently put his arms around Fan Wujiu's waist.

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From the moment they entered the Tumen, Zuo You knew that he could not escape this disaster.

The punishment given to him by the Tianzi Bureau was to return to the night before his death.

Unlike Xi Bei and Tan Chi, Zuo Ben is his original name.

No one knows that Zuo Da, a wealthy businessman in the south of the Yangtze River, was originally a little beggar living on the street, and he named himself Zuo Zuo.

Later, with the help of an expert, he gradually prospered. At its peak, there were rumors that the south of the Yangtze River was rich and prosperous, and the Zuo family accounted for half of it.

Left and right died in a desolate night, and were vilified as monsters by the person they trusted the most, and stabbed through the chest with a copper coin sword.

Behind the Tumen, the cool night is thin, and the long street is full of lanterns, and the most brightly lit place is his mansion.

Left and right sighed, knowing that he had to suffer this catastrophe, he concealed his death, and infiltrated Zuo Mansion as an ordinary pedestrian wandering the streets in the night of the Yuan Dynasty - he pitied all the people in the world who had suffered like him in the world, so in the Yuan Dynasty A banquet is held at night, and guests are invited from all over the world. Regardless of poverty, high or low, as long as the visitors correctly guess the lantern riddles at the gate of the mansion, they can come in and have a feast.

The lantern riddles displayed at the gate of Zuofu have remained unchanged for decades.

Two Ge fight for gold.

Anyone who has been here knows that the answer to Zuo Fushang's lantern riddle is the most indispensable thing in his family - money.

Left and right smoothly mixed in the crowd and entered the door, instead of going to the front hall of singing and dancing, they went straight to the backyard.

The performers of the big show had already gathered in the backyard, and in the center of the crowd, a man with a high crown and a jade face was surrounded.

That is Zuo You's old friend, Shang Xia.

When Zuo Zuo was living on the streets, he was always accompanied by a skinny little beggar who named himself Shang Xia and called him "Brother Zuo" one by one.

One up and down, one left and right, without family members, they treat themselves as wild children born in Sifang. Except for occasional inability to fill their stomachs, their lives can be regarded as carefree.

Zuo Zuo trusted Shang Shang very much, and took him by his side like a younger brother. Later, he became rich and did not abandon this childhood playmate.

Half of his money was distributed to Shang Xia, from the outside of the left mansion to the doorman to the sweeping servants, they all knew that Mr. Shang who was next to the master was as honorable as the left and right people in the mansion——Having money, Shang Shang would not He recognizes his own name when he was poor, imitating other people's literary and non-pronunciation changes, and asks others to call him Mr. Shang Xia.

The left and right have always been used to him, and he is what he says, and the name of Mr. Shang Xia has been widely known in the circle of Jiangnan nobles.

"Master Shang, do you want to call the master over from the front hall?"

The person who opened his mouth and offered his words was the housekeeper, Zuo Fu, the most trusted subordinate besides Shang Xia.

More than ten years ago, when Zuo Fu had some money, he spent a piece of silver to buy a erroneous little apprentice who was whipped by the troupe owner in the twelfth lunar month. He renamed him and brought him with him. This apprentice was Zuo Fu.

When Zuo Fu got mixed up with Shang Xia, it is unclear.

"Don't shout, I'm here myself." Left and right appeared behind the flowers, and walked out with their heads down.

Shang Xia was obviously a little flustered, as if he was afraid of hearing something from the left and right, and was eager to cover it up: "Brother Zuo, when did you come here?"

The left and right pretended to be confused: "Just arrived, there are too many people in the front hall, it's a bit chaotic, I'm going back to my room to rest and pass by here."

The front hall was indeed chaotic, not only the people coming and going to the banquet, the year that Zuo You died, Shang Xia even invited a troupe to celebrate him, and sang all night until Zuo You died, the troupe Still singing.

"Brother Zuo, go back and sleep for a while, I'll ask someone to deliver food to your room later... Zuo Fu, why don't you send the master back to rest soon!" Shang Xia's eyes dodged, eager to let Zuo Fu take Zuo Fu away from the scene.

Familiarize yourself with the next process.

Not long after he lay down in the room, Zuo Fu brought him a bowl of soup and said it was a hangover. After drinking it, he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he found dark spots with money patterns on his body. Shang Xia led a group of people Taoist and other Jiangnan nobles stood in front of the bed, shouting that he was possessed by evil spirits, and said that he had heard him doing business with ghosts countless times at night, and that Zuofu's money was all dirty money earned from underground. money.

Then, Shang Xia held up a copper coin sword and stabbed him to death on the bed in the name of exorcising evil spirits.

Walking in front of Shang Xia with his hands behind his back, staring at his somewhat panicked younger brother, he said word by word: "No need, is it time to exorcise the devil next? Do you want me to tell you where the devil is?"

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The author has something to say:

Up and down, left and right, the name is useless.

The left and right are under the seat of Lao Fan, and the four are under the seat of Xiao Xie.

The four greedy ghosts and the left and right have their own independent life backgrounds, summed up in one sentence: they are all bitter...