After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

When the bridal sedan chair arrived, there were only three women left to be selected on the Hualou, and the Diankui event had reached its most exciting time.

Although Hualou is a place of fireworks, in addition to the fireworks girls, many of the boudoir girls participate in the general election of the Mountain God Festival every year.

According to the rules here, Jieshi Mountain Lord has the great merit of creating the world, and girls can only marry themselves after they are defeated in the Mountain God Festival.

The wealthy family sent their daughters out not because they were willing to marry their daughters as mountain gods, but because they wanted the girls in the family to show up and show off the six arts of boudoir.

In the past, these boudoir girls who took a formality should have been eliminated long ago, and only the nobles from Hualou should be left to participate in the final election. For some reason, it is the last time this year, and there is still a young lady from the Lin family waiting on the stage select.

Fan Wujiu mingled in the crowd and listened to the gossip for a while, and learned some tricks, and happily shared them with Xie Bi'an, for fear that the idiots around him would miss out on some excitement.

There are three girls on the stage, one is holding a piano, one is singing and dancing, and the other is holding a book.

The two people who are holding the piano and singing and dancing are both noble people of Hualou, and the one holding the book is Miss Lin's family.

The people in the audience obviously didn't understand the situation, they just held the red silk in their hands and waved it to add color to the venue.

"Hey, let me tell you a secret," Fan Wujiu waved the red silk in his hand, approaching Xie Bi'an mysteriously.

"What secret?"

Fan Wujiu stuffed the other end of the red silk into Xie Bian's hand, and the two held hands as if they were going to worship.

"The secret is, the tiger is not dead."

"How do you know?" Xie Bi'an lowered his head and rubbed the red silk in his hand, guessing that this was another nonsense that Fan Wujiu said to trick him.

Fan Wujiu tightened the red silk tightly, and the two of them took another step closer, with the back of the hand touching the back of the hand, and the shoulders touching the shoulders.

"You know, there is a two-year-old child counting stone slabs squatting on the side of the old Naihe bridge that Judge said, that is a tiger. The two old gods are at odds, and they just refuse to make up for a while." Fan Wujiu mingled in the noisy In the crowd, tell Xie Bi'an about Huang Quanhai's secrets.

"I haven't been out before, I don't know." Xie Bi'an never stepped out of the city gate when he entered the city. Let alone the world, he has never even been to the Huangquanhai Naihe Bridge, which is close at hand. The judge is always young. have no idea.

Fan Wujiu hadn't thought about this, but what Xie Bi'an said made him feel even more uncomfortable.

A well-behaved person, who has never done anything outrageous like him, was instead trapped in Wuwang City.He can still take advantage of ghost catching skills to wander around, but Xie Bi'an dare not even sneak out to play happily.

"One day," Fan Wujiu squeezed the red silk in his hands, and said to himself in a voice that no one could hear, "One day, I will take you out of the city and bring you back to the world."

Xie Bi'an didn't know what was going on in his mind, he just felt that he and Fan Wujiu were getting closer and closer, and wanted to move away, but he didn't move.

Fan Wujiu, who was restless, snatched a flower from some child and put it in his ear ostentatiously. With his black robe, he looked even more coquettish than a newlywed.

"They are so stupid, they should find a man to marry the mountain god." Fan Wujiu whispered gossip, half of the woman who was to be elected today, and half of the mountain king.

The secrets of Huangquanhai, the Jieshi Mountain Lord is a man, and the Canghai Sea Lord is also a man.

The two male gods are good, but the world is self righteous and wants to match one of them with a wife.The old god Cang Haishui has always been narrow-minded. Even if the tiger sacrificed himself for the common people and became a child, he has lost his temper for thousands of years. look.

Fan Wujiu felt boundless emotion in his heart, but was blocked by Xie Bi'an's words: "Then you go and marry him."

"I'm going to marry him, who will accompany you?" He was reasonable.

"It's fine, why did it involve me again?"

Xie Bi'an opened his eyes wide and wanted to reason with Fan Wujiu, but the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The three women surrounded by Jinxiu on the high platform folded the red paper with their names written on them and threw them into the small golden basin in the hands of the master of ceremonies, then turned their backs together and walked away from the stands.

From Fan Xie's point of view, the girls folded their hands on their chests, their eyebrows were downcast, and they were extremely pious.

"Hush, bow your head, the mountain god is about to choose a wife."

People reminded each other to lower their heads, only Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an, who didn't care, stood up straight to see who was behind the trick.

The master of ceremonies was an old man with a white beard. When we were chatting just now, the waiter in the hall raised his mouth, saying that the priests of the Mountain God Festival are all held by the most respected and respected old people in the neighborhood, and this must be him.

When the old man glanced over, Fan Wujiu held Xie Bian's sleeve and lowered his head to hide. The old man saw that everyone's heads were lowered, so he quietly fished out a piece of red paper from the small gold basin and hid it in his sleeve. before continuing.

"The spirit of the mountain is above, and the gods know it. I heard the suffering of the tiger, and I would like to promise it as a mortal woman. Please come and choose a bride." The little golden basin was placed in front of the incense table, and it also knelt down with a "plop".

Seeing this, Xie Bi'an still didn't understand what this group of people were going to do, but he roughly understood that the so-called selection of wives by the mountain gods should have something to do with the red paper that the girls threw into the small gold pots and the old man secretly picked out.

Sure enough, not long after, there was movement in the little golden basin.

A cluster of flames suddenly flashed in the small basin glowing with golden light, and it turned out to be an unknown fire.

"The Lihuo Curse is nothing more than a trick." Fan Wujiu scoffed at such a "miracle", and contemptuously contemptuously contemptuously summoned a small clump of flames in the palm of his hand to play with Xie Bi'an. Xie Bi'an slapped him on the arm, but he still couldn't get enough of it. Put away the Lihuo curse.

He had forgotten that the most incomprehensible thing about the little Mr. Xie next to him was spells, even a simple zoom in and out spell could be cast on the wrong target.His words and deeds just now are very similar to showing off to those who have failed the ranking.

Fan Wujiu thought so, but in fact he underestimated Xie Bi'an.

Mr. Xie didn't mean to argue with him: "There shouldn't be anyone in the world who can escape the fire curse."

After being reminded, Fan Wujiu reacted.The old god said in the lecture that the tiger created all things, but did not endow humans with the ability to control the spirit.And the root of all kinds of spell formations is to control the spirit.

Just like what Xie Bi'an said, no one here should be able to get rid of the fire curse.Where did the fire that started out of thin air in the little golden basin come from?

The flames in the small golden basin were burning clusters, Fan Wujiu was still staring and thinking, when someone bumped his arm suddenly.

A little beggar aged eleven or twelve passed by him.The little beggar had not a single piece of his clothes clean and complete. In the cold early spring, his sleeves could barely cover his forearms. His arms were red from the cold, and with the frostbite that hadn't healed in winter, his body was in the same condition as his clothes.

"Sorry, excuse me." The little beggar leaned over and repeatedly apologized for accidentally bumping into Fan Wujiu, looking flustered as if there was something urgent.

The people around the Mountain God Festival are all waiting for the Mountain God to choose a wife. What important things can he do?

Fan Wujiu pinched the little beggar's arm to restrain him.

"Stop, where are you going to touch?"

Xie Bi'an listened to the sound, and then realized that the little beggar had stretched out his black hand to Fan Wujiu's waist, groping for something.

He was a thief.

The little beggar was thin and thin, and Fan Wujiu could lift him up by the collar with one hand to question him. Unexpectedly, a smaller beggar came out of nowhere, about seven or eight years old. The wrist is just a bite, the underworld boy has never suffered such grievances, he let go of his hand in pain, and actually caused two beggars, one big and one small, to escape from his grasp.

"Hiss—where did the little boy come from, he dares to play tricks under your Grandpa Fan!"

Fan Wujiu swung his arms and was about to flee to chase, but was caught by Xie Bi'an: "Shui Jun said, don't manifest your spirit in front of others."

The old god said it, but this ban is just a decoration for Xie Bi'an, after all, he can't even see himself in Wuwang City, let alone have a chance to show off.

In a sense, this ban is also a decoration for Fan Wujiu—how can he be a person who follows the rules?

"He stole the money, where can I buy you candied haws?" After Fan Wujiu explained, he disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Breaking the emotional barrier is not important, buying candied haws is the most important.

At worst, he would follow him to hell to be punished. Xie Bi'an just sighed and followed him with a wave of his sleeves.

The people in this corner, where their chests were pressed against their backs just now, suddenly felt that something was missing, and their surroundings became more relaxed.

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"Bring the money!" Fan Wujiu kicked the wall with one foot over Yaohua's waist, and put his other arm by his ear to restrain the thief.

The big beggar and the little beggar had just come out of the restaurant after a full meal, when suddenly a puff of black smoke passed in front of him, and the moment he opened his eyes, he was blocked at the end of the alley by the sufferer, and the little beggar was also caught by the man in white. The wrist is made tightly.

"No money!" Shouting Hua gritted her teeth and refused to return it.

The money in a small purse is enough for him to take his younger brother without worrying about food and clothing until next year. At worst, he will be beaten up and must not be paid back.

Fan Wujiu was so angry at his stubborn appearance: "Hey——I said, are you humans so shameless?"

Stealing other people's money and being caught and not returning it, and even leading a gang of half-grown radish heads to commit crimes and carry out sneak attacks, what is it if it is not shameless?

Here, he accuses confidently, his hands are about to pinch the earlobe of the person, but he is even more confident when he yells at Hua, "Aren't you human, aren't you shameless?"

He is really not a human being, Fan Wujiu wanted to argue with others, but he opened his mouth and found that there was nothing to say: "What am I talking about with you, pay back the money quickly, or Master Fan will beat you so hard that you can't find your way!"

"I said, no money!"

The screaming flower gritted her teeth, her lips were bleeding, it was obvious that Fan Wujiu just arrested him and did nothing, he made it look like he was bullying children all day long.

If someone passes by here, they probably think so.

Fan Wuji was in a hurry, he was clenching his fists and wanted to beat the little devil, but Xie Bian raised his hand to stop him.

"If you don't return the money to him," Xie Bi'an shook the child's wrist, "Your brother is about to suffer."

This is the second time Fan Wujiu heard Xie Bi'an threatening others. The last time he said this was when he taught the glutton a lesson.

"You let him go!"

The little caller flower wailed from being scratched, and the big caller flower actually showed signs of letting go.

Both Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an turned to look at him, wanting to see what the screaming flower could explain.

Outside the alley are people celebrating the marriage of the mountain god, while inside the alley are Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an blocking the beggar brothers who are thieves.

Yelling Hua knocked his head against the blue bricks on the wall, the corners of his chapped mouth turned up, and he let out a creepy smile: "He's not my brother."

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The familiar little beggar came out to work overtime.