After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

After entering the room, Xie Bian knew what Zhao Meng was afraid of.

Blood, blood all over the house.

And amidst the overwhelming blood, tall ghosts kept crawling out, stretching out their sharp claws and pounced on people.

Zhao Meng had never seen Song Lixuan die, but he still couldn't stand the excitement. When Xie Bian and Fan Wujiu were busy, Zhao Meng held Hao Wan's hand and stood against the corner of the wall.

The naughty ghost really wanted to work with the boss, but the coward who was holding his hand was so powerful when he got scared, Hao Wan tried but couldn't break free.

"Have you found it?" Fan Wujiu slashed and killed Foul with ease, and even found time to talk to Xie Bian.

Xie Bian stood with his whip against his back: "Yeah."

The ghosts here are almost twice as big as them. Xie Bian has already inferred from his experience in Little Yellow Cat Shali last time.

If the big-headed ghosts are regarded as normal adults, then they are like children with such a figure.

Xie Bian compared Hao Wan's figure with his own, which further strengthened his thoughts.

Fan Wujiu pushed the last ghost to the ground, leaving the whole body for Xie Bian to observe closely.

Zhao Meng closed his eyes tightly and dared not open them, Xie Bian sighed and left him to look at the ghost corpse.

"Where did he hit you just now?" Xie Bian squatted on the ground, Fan Wujiu stood and turned the deadly heavy tiger scythe out of his hand, and asked him with a frown.

Xie Bian looked at the blood stains on the hem of his white robe and replied, "Legs."

The mysterious light of the tiger sickle flashed, and Lao Fan removed the two legs of the dirt on the ground.

No matter where you touch or cut, Mr. Fan will pay every penny.

Xie Bian ignored Lao Fan's begging gaze, and suddenly recalled his answer just now.

Such a tall thing obviously has an advantage in attacking his head and body, so why did he keep waving at his legs?

The way to attack is either to have strengths in the body, or to have weaknesses in the enemy.

Is there a problem with Ping An's legs?

Xiao Xi wrote in her diary: Ping An is like a duckling.

"Zhao Meng, let him go first. Hao Wan, learn how to walk like a duckling." Xie Bian gave orders to the cowards and playfuls who were "punished standing" together in the corner.

Hearing this, Zhao Meng let go of his younger brother's hand, but his eyes were still tightly closed, there were dirty things and blood all over the outside, Xie Bian was determined not to open them unless Xie Bian asked him to open them.

Hao Wan hugged the duckling in his arms and swayed from side to side, with his toes spread out, like duck webs. At first glance, he looked like a child with handicapped legs walking.

At first Xie Bian thought it was a childish way of making comparisons before children learned to compare, but now he figured out something different, maybe...Xiaoxi was talking about walking like a duckling safely .

The little duck walks crookedly. If Ping An has a problem with his legs, he must walk crookedly, shaking like a little duck.

A kid who doesn't want to go to school and walks like a duckling.

It is better to gain something than nothing. If you can discover a little more, you will be closer to the truth.

Xie Bian was actually more curious about another introspection room separated by a wall.

Fan Wujiu came out from there for the first time, with his hair curled up from sleep, and when he went in with Lao Fan for the second time, the room was covered by Fan Wujiu as the residence of Wuwang City.

The ghost didn't look at it, and the duck didn't analyze it, so Xie Bian went out to the next door with his clothes in the wind, for fear that Lao Fan would go ahead of him and make another move.

Looking at Xie Bian's leaving back, Fan Wujiu didn't know that he had a bad deed before him, so he still wanted to laugh.

In the end, it was his fault that he joked a lot in the past, Xie Bian didn't believe him anymore, what else could Mr. Wuchang do?

Hao Wan followed to go out, Fan Wujiu walked behind and was about to close the door, when he suddenly remembered that Zhao Meng was still hiding in the corner with his eyes closed.

"If you don't open your eyes again, your brother will run away without a trace." Master Fan had good intentions, but he was still reluctant to lock the coward in the room alone.

Xie Bian had already made enough mental preparations before pushing the door, no matter whether there was a mountain of corpses or a sea of ​​ghosts behind the door, he broke in.

The imaginable horror scene did not appear, Xie Bian pushed open the door, facing Fan Wujiu's exaggerated towering mahogany wine rack.

Behind the seventh door is the small villa where they lived in Guhai.

There was still a blanket on the sofa in the living room, and when Fan Wujiu came back from a hangover and didn't want to disturb Xie Bian, he often stayed here overnight.

There were four dishes neatly placed on the dining table, all of which were cooked by Fan Wujiu's orders.

"Ah! My soup!" When Zhao Meng came in, his first reaction was that his pot of soup had not been turned off, so he hurried to the kitchen to check.

Zhao Meng ran bluffing, and Xie Bian had an illusion in a trance—they came out of the evil?

But Hao Wan next to him was still playing with the ducklings, and the four ghosts were still dragging the mahjong board, and they hadn't seen Shamo yet.

The sha hasn't broken yet, they are still in the sha.

The scene of their home appeared in the strange evil environment.

Xie Bian turned around in doubt, Fan Wujiu spread his hands and said "I don't know either".

The blanket on the sofa was still rolled together, Fan Wujiu walked over and sat down, he really took a nap here.

Xie Bian's mind was spinning rapidly.

Most of the scenery in the evil realm is based on reality, and the evil master can only create things after seeing them. That is to say, the person who built this introspection room has entered their home.

Fan Wujiu's small villa is located at the farthest corner of the villa area. During the years Xie Bian was in the world, very few people have entered Fan's residence.

Zhao Meng didn't have this ability, and the left and right didn't dare to play tricks in front of him... Xie Bian eliminated them one by one, leaving only one unlikely name in his mind.

"Brother, the soup is here!" Zhao Meng walked out of the kitchen cautiously carrying the soup, muttering as he walked, "That's wrong... I remember that I didn't seem to put carrots in."

Huijie is the one who likes to put carrots in the soup.

Back to sister, Fan Wujiu invited a nanny to take care of his daily life.

Before Zhao Meng came, Sister Hui was in charge of cooking and tidying up, and she was the only one who could remember where each bottle of wine was placed on Fan Wujiu's wine cabinet, and remember that Lao Fan had to cover it with a black background and white pattern when he slept. Blanket, remembering that Xie Bian didn't like the taste of carrots, so he boiled them in soup to supplement nutrition.

Fan Wujiu was ahead of him in this room, and he probably had this answer in his mind long ago, but later changed the scene behind the door to Wuwang City for some reason.

Zhao Meng put the soup safely on the dining table before he realized that they hadn't returned home yet, they were in an evil environment, so he quickly knocked Hao Wan's little hand down on the side of the rib plate: "Don't eat!"

"You knew early on?" Xie Bian had the answer in his heart, but he still insisted on asking Fan Wujiu who was half lying down.

Lao Fan waved to him: "Come here."

Xie Bian was puzzled, but obediently sat beside him.

Fan Wujiu held his hand suddenly, and sent a message with his spiritual sense: "I'm afraid you know it's her, and you want to fight with someone. You didn't hide it on purpose."

He could clearly transmit messages out of thin air, yet he chose to use this method of skin-to-skin contact to explain to Xie Bian.

When Lao Fan spoke, his chin rubbed against Xie Bian's shoulder vaguely, as if to comfort him.

Peace, Ann.

Sister Hui has called "An'an" for so many years, not just calling him.

In all honesty, if Xie Bian really saw that nagging little woman standing in front of her, would Xie Bian really stand by and watch?

Xie Bian clenched his fists, and the whip in his palm was painful.

Xie Bian felt an unbearable pain in his heart when he thought that the woman who had a difficult childbirth in a car accident, gave birth to a child after a narrow escape, and the Bodhisattva refused to cross was the person he had been with day and night.

People become evil only when they die. Didn’t Sister Hui go home to visit relatives? Why did she die?

"Don't be angry, she's waiting for us to rescue her." Fan Wujiu broke off Xie Bian's fingers one by one, smoothed them and massaged them gently.

From the time they came in to now, there is nothing abnormal in the house. He was not locked in a coffin even though he won. Xie Bian fouled so many times and no one dared to punish him. It turned out that it was the one who was happy with a salary increase of a few hundred yuan. The long-time nanny is secretly pampering.

She may have forgotten who she is, but she remembers the child of the employer's family who doesn't like meat with a similar name to her son.

"Brother...you...?" Zhao Meng looked at Master Fan half embracing his brother, and asked with difficulty.

The intimacy in Lao Fan's eyes has long been revealed, and Xie Bian, who usually doesn't want to be touched by others, is as docile as a little sheep, letting Master Fan caress his palm.

It's hard for a discerning person not to notice.

Rarely did the old hooligan have self-knowledge, so he wanted to let go, distance himself from Xie Bian, and interpret the move of the two as a message of spiritual knowledge, but Xie Bian suddenly turned around and held his hand, and put the two of them together. He raised his hand in the air.

"En." Xie Bian answered Zhao Meng's question with a simple syllable.

Zhao Meng's mouth opened wider and wider, looking at Xie Bian's "what's the matter" face, he closed it little by little.

"Oh."

Fan Wujiu asked Xie Bian through the linked hands: "Why are you in such a hurry to tell him, aren't you afraid that I am coaxing you to play?"

Xie Bian shook the connected hands of the two again: "I'm just afraid that you will coax me to play."

He answers his questions with his hypotheses.

It is because I am afraid that you will go back on my word and that you are coaxing me to play, so I am eager to announce it to the world.

If you tell others, you won't regret it.Xie Bian thought.

The palm of the old hooligan's other hand lightly touched Xie Bian's forehead, and smiled helplessly: "Fool, what should I do with you?"

"Hold it, just don't let go." Xie Bian squeezed Fan Wujiu's hand suddenly, the impermanent ghost's generous palm was icy cold, Xie Bian could feel the warmth that others couldn't.

The old hooligan clasped the child's hand solemnly as a response.

Zhao Meng hid back in the kitchen to digest the huge amount of information contained in his brother's short one-word answer. In the living room, only Hao Wan was left standing, looking at the twisted root-carved deer above the wine cabinet, and looking at the wipes on the coffee table. A clean robot.

The robot was bought by Fan Wujiu for Xie Bian. The old rascal doesn’t care if the child wants it or not. Xie Bian has what other people have. He buys whatever a teenage boy should like, regardless of whether Xie Bian is actually alive like him. Thousands of years old guy.

He just wanted to coax Xie Bian like a child.

"Tell brother Xie, what did you see last time in the self-examination room?" Xie Bian let go of Fan Wujiu's hand, pulled Hao Wan to his side and coaxed him to ask.

Hao Wan pinched the duckling in his hand, tilted his head and thought, "A lot of toys."

Xie Bian asked: "Are there any dirty things we saw when we were in Wuwang City?"

Hao Wan shook his head.

That's right, sister Hui doesn't even want to spoil Lao Fan's dream, so how could she scare a child who is the same age as her son?

"Brother, when are we going back? I think Uncle Chi, Zuo Ge, Sister Shui and the others." Hao Wan lowered his head and rubbed the hem of his clothes to act like a spoiled child to Xie Bian, not knowing that he was the tyrannical playful ghost in Wuwangcheng in the eyes of others. .

Xie Bian was halfway through the words "Go back now", when the world suddenly shook, and the famous wine displayed on the wine cabinet smashed to the ground.

This is a precursor to the collapse of the evil realm.

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The author has something to say:

The foreshadowing planted at the beginning is finally written!

Happy National Day, happy holidays!