After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

When he was about to leave, Zhao Meng pestered Xie Bian to go with him, but Xie Bian couldn't resist him so he had to ask Fan Wujiu.

Lao Fan first asked Zhao Meng: "Wuwang City is full of ghosts, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid, I am also a ghost, my brother is not afraid of people, what am I afraid of!" Zhao Meng replied firmly.

Everyone said that he is a human being, and the good man Xie Bian is going back to his home today when he was an evil ghost.

"If you want to go, pack it up quickly, don't run around when you get there, keep up with the left and right, do you hear me?"

"understand!"

……

Xie Bian imagined countless scenarios of going home.

For example, Wuwang City has been destroyed, and the gates of the city are ruined.

For example, Wuwang City is still there, a hundred ghosts are wandering around, and there is no sky.

For example, Fan Wujiu found another way out for them. This place is deserted and deserted, and it is no longer what it used to be.

Thinking about it, it shouldn't be what it is now.

Hao Wan was led by Ai Shui, and changed into a very cute little suit and a beautiful little bow tie. The only female ghost, Ai Shui, actually wore a long red dress, a rich and elegant light gauze shawl, and a small golden bell. Hang it on your wrist and shake it, and a song will come out.

Tan Chi and Xi Bei still looked the same for thousands of years, one was simple and the other was elegant.

On the other hand, the left and right sides still look like the steamed buns inherited from Lao Fan, with gold, silver, and gems of various colors wishing to hang all over their bodies.

Xie Bian looked at the brightly dressed and spirited ghosts, and at the banner "Warmly welcome Mr. Xie home" hanging on the tall city gate archway. The dark-faced ghosts were the same color as Lao Fan's clothes. spell.

Fan Wujiu didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and he even laughed in front of Xie Bian, and asked Tan Chi, the welcome representative in Wuwang City, "Why is there only Xiaoxie's name, not my old Fan's?" name?"

Tan Chi thought so, and jumped directly onto the archway, and added the words "Master Fan" after "Master Xie" with herringbone symbols.

[Warmly welcome Mr. Xie and Mr. Fan back home].

Xie Bian wanted to say something, Hao Wan bouncingly took his hand and walked towards the city, saying "Little brother Xie", not to mention how close he was.

In his memory, Wuwang City shouldn't be like this.

They should all be afraid of him, there is no laughter here, only slaughter.

Did you die once your memory went haywire?

Xie Bian had many questions in his mind, but Lao Fan didn't answer, but just urged him to go into the city to have a look.

Zuo Zuo promised Fan Wujiu to tidy up the house, and it was really cleaned up. The ghost street was clean and there were no leaves. If it hadn’t been for the prosperous Mi Mi tree when he came here, Xie Bian almost thought that this tree symbolized reincarnation. The sacred tree was hacked to death by someone and no longer shed its leaves.

The dilapidated houses and tents have also been repaired, at least Xie Bian did not see any air leaks as far as Xie Bian could see. A row of elegant houses looked like a prosperous ancient city.

Looking at the brand-new Wuwang City, Xie Bian was filled with emotion, and couldn't help asking: "Where did I live before?"

Zuo Zuo immediately walked in the front to lead the way, Zhao Meng always kept in mind Master Fan's instruction to "follow Zuo Zuo", and chased Zuo Zuo without thinking, yelling "Brother Zuo" one after another.

It wasn't as scary as imagined, Zhao Meng let go of his heart and guts, looked around to see what was new, looked at this ghost town like a film and television city where ancient buildings can be seen everywhere, and he didn't have time to take care of his brother for the time being.

Xie Bian and Lao Fan fell to the back and paced slowly, no one noticed, Xie Bian took the initiative to hold Fan Wujiu's hand which is rare.

The boy's soft fingertips were rubbing against his palm, Fan Wujiu was aroused by his unintentional move.

He was so familiar with the city that he wouldn't get lost even with his eyes closed, so Fan Wujiu was able to distract himself while the group of ghosts in front were busy on their way, and secretly pulled Xie Bian into an alley.

"Why?" Xie Bianren was pushed against the wall and couldn't move, and Fan Wujiu's legs were propped beside him, imprisoning him was full of meaning, he couldn't help but ask with a blushing face.

Lao Fan pinched his face: "Nothing, cheating."

After finishing speaking, he leaned forward and kissed her regardless.

Xie Bian couldn't figure it out, he had only kissed last night, and not long after he left the house, why Fan Wujiu played a hooligan again in broad daylight.

But Fan Wujiu didn't care so much, seeing him in a daze, he stretched out his hand and hung the child's paw on his chest, half oppressed, as tender as Xie Bian.

He kissed so earnestly that he almost wanted to swallow Xie Bian into his stomach, as if he would never cherish it again for the rest of his life.

"Go home, I promise you, okay?"

Xie Bian pleaded, but Fan Wujiu acted as if he couldn't hear him: "No, what are you talking about, Brother Xie, isn't this home?"

Isn't this the place where he Xie Bian calls his home, where there are Fan Wujiu, those troublesome ghosts, and the past thousands of years.

Old Fan was right.

Xie Bian could not refute, his beautiful neck was raised, and his back was bent into a beautiful bow.

And Lao Fan caressed and kneaded this bow, targeting the target.

Finally, after bending his bow to release his strength, Xie Bian limply lay on Fan Wujiu's shoulder and hammered feebly, but Lao Fan was neatly dressed and only moved his hands, feeling refreshed.

"Fan Wujiu!" Xie Bian finally recovered his spirits, pushed him away, but blamed him with a ruddy complexion.

Fan Wujiu pretended to be innocent, with a half smile but not a smile: "It's just touching, don't forget what brother Xie promised me to do when I go home!"

……

Zhao Meng followed the left and right to the place, only to find that the back was empty when he turned his head.

His brother is lost.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fan is here, he will be sent back." The left and right patted Zhao Meng's shoulder as usual, then left the coward aside, and walked in.

All the houses here have been refurbished, only the former residence of the impermanent ghost is still dilapidated, maintaining its original appearance.

The same rotten window, Lao Fan sat on it and dangled his legs for many years.

The same broken wall, but the plum blossoms drawn by Xie Bi'an with a rewarding brush are still in full bloom.

Except for the old people, nothing has changed here.

A group of ghosts were looking for places to sit in a row by the wall, Zhao Meng hesitated for a long time, squeezed between Hao Wan and Hao Wan, an older brother on the left and a younger brother on the right.

When Tan Chi proposed whether to play two mahjong, Master Xie and Master Fan finally came late.

Xie Bian had an unknown blush on his face, but otherwise seemed to be in a good mood, and flew into the room like a brisk bird.

But Lao Fan decided not to take the usual path, and turned in again through the window he had turned over countless times.

As a result, one of the old arms and legs couldn't stand firmly, and he was about to fall, but the nimble bird supported him.

"Walk well when you are old, don't be afraid of falling!" Xie Bian's movements were movements, and his mouth was not idle, returning all the words Fan Wujiu preached.

Who made Lao Fan scold him so much when he was asked to be a parent?

Walk well.

"Yes, yes, Master Xie is right, I dare not." Lao Fan conceded defeat, spared him a few more words, and made Xie Bian speechless before he stopped.

Xie Bian ignored Fan Wujiu, got up and looked at everything here, it was dark and lifeless, just like what he remembered.

Snapped.

Fan Wujiu snapped his fingers, and the will-o'-the-wisp lantern in the corner flickered and lit up, illuminating a dark world.

"I asked the left and right to repair the other places. It's just that you lived in this room before and he didn't dare to move it, so he stayed here. Do you still have an impression?"

That's what he said, but Xie Bian knew that he must have ordered something from Lao Fan not to move around.

"Some still remember, some forget..."

For example, he remembers that there are windows, but he doesn't remember that there are bells hanging in front of the windows. For example, he remembers painting plum blossoms, but he doesn't remember that plum blossoms are white.

Fan Wujiu comforted him: "Don't worry, think slowly, you will remember everything."

Xie Bian was pacing and watching in the room when he suddenly saw a group of ghosts sitting by the wall.

All the ghosts: "My lord finally found us, long time no see!"

Zhao Meng sat among the evil spirits, his skin was black and blue, and he didn't feel any disobedience.He greeted from behind the left and right: "Brother, you are here!"

Xie Bian took him out to teach him a lesson: "Stand up! What kind of skill is always hiding behind others."

"Oh," Zhao Meng listened to the training honestly, and asked again, "Didn't you turn on the lights when you lived here? It's so dark..."

light.

The will-o'-the-wisp in the corner is the biggest light.

Xie Bian smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "What are you afraid of? Your brother is the most frightening thing in this city. If you don't ask them, ask them."

Xie Bian pointed, and all the ghosts subconsciously nodded in response. After realizing who was asking, they all shook their heads like a rattle.

"Are you afraid or not?" Zhao Meng tilted his head and asked the left and right, but was dragged to sit beside him by the money-grubbing ghost.

After Xie Bian frightened Zhao Meng, he went to the wall full of plum blossoms, carefully inspecting the pattern of the flowering branches.

There is a particularly thick and unstructured one, which must have been drawn by Lao Fan with a reward pen.

"Where's the pen?"

Xie Bian woke up again as a human being, but he couldn't find the book of innocence, and he couldn't find the reward and punishment pen, but he just found the police whip hidden by Fan Wujiu thousands of years ago.

Fan Wujiu followed and replied: "The pen of reward and punishment was taken away by the old god. Let's not do this hard work. Let them find someone else."

The Wuwang book is lost, and the reward and punishment pen is gone.The things that Bai Wuchang relied on to suppress the ghosts in the past are gone, so what about the group of things under Wuwang City?

Lao Fan looked at Xie Bian's worried eyes looking at him, and knocked on his head: "There are old gods, why are you thinking so much, go look at the painting!"

"Oh—I don't remember drawing white plum blossoms..."

On the highest point of the curvy branch, a half-bloomed winter plum is white all over, like a white elf dancing in the dark night.

"Maybe I forgot." Xie Bian muttered to himself.

Fan Wujiu ignored the group of ghosts watching behind him, suddenly embraced him, and pinched his fingers to touch the white plum.

In an instant, the dilapidated house shook violently, and evil spirits as thick as black mist came from all directions.

Sha again.

Will there be evil spirits in Wuwang City?

Xie Bian was puzzled, but Fan Wujiu's generous palm was in front of his eyes.

At that moment, Xie Bian understood that there was a person who died in Wuwang City, that person committed all kinds of crimes, and his death deserved more than justification.

This is Xie Bi'an's own evil spirit.

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An Zai's birthday is November 11, the day he returned to the human world. As for Lao Fan, he himself forgot when he was born and when he died.