Huang Jiu got up from the ground in despair, looking miserable.
Normally, I might have said a few words for it, after all, Huang Xianer's actions were a bit excessive.
Especially in front of me, an outsider.
But in this situation, I think it’s better to say less.
Huang Xian'er took out a long puff of old cigarette, put down the cigarette stick in her hand, and said with a bit of coquettishness: "Little brother Li Yang, I want to lend you some of your yang blood."
I almost burst into tears and got goosebumps all over my body.
With that look, if it hadn't been for the yellow leather on its lower body, I would have thought it was Hu Meizi.
I pinched my fingertips, put it in my mouth and bit it, and squeezed out a pool of blood.
Seeing this, Huang Xian'er brought her smaller face closer and said with a smile: "Brother Li Yang, please put some blood on my sister's eyebrows."
To be honest, I was a little embarrassed.
Especially Huang Jiu is right next to him.
I raised my hand uncomfortably and gently pressed her eyebrows, leaving a little blush.
The bright red blood spots set off its smaller face, which seems to have a fairy-like air.
With a little blood, Huang Xian'er's eyes suddenly became sharp, and I was so frightened that I took two steps back.
"Damn Niubi, I will make sure you come back today!"
The way it gnashes its teeth is really scary.
But this sounded very reassuring to me.
I just don’t understand. Can a drop of fingertip blood give it such confidence and courage?
Huang Xian'er didn't even greet me, turned around and walked outside.
Huang Jiu came over and pushed me and said, "Brother, go out and take a look."
I'm also worried that Huang Xian'er is no match for Lao Niubi. After all, it's only half-transformed and has many physical limitations.
Just like when Huang Jiu was taken care of by me before, it wasn't that he was good or bad, the only difference was that he was not a human being.
In the face of Taoist orthodoxy, peach wood swords and money swords are inferior to fire sticks, so I didn’t bring them.
At the entrance of the tomb, Huang Jiu jumped on my shoulder, raised his paw and pressed on a round protrusion. With a rumble, the tomb door fell.
It seems that after the doves took over the magpie nest, they also spent a lot of effort to repair the thousands of years old mechanism.
The sealing stone of the ancient tomb is very thick. I pushed it with my hand and it opened easily with manual force, which was an extra guarantee.
After walking out of the weeds covering the tomb door, I discovered that the entire forest outside the tombs was shrouded in heavy fog.
This season, the weather is dry and dry. Although there is abundant water near the river, it is difficult to get foggy in the mountains. This should be Huang Xian'er's method.
Huang Jiu pointed the way, and after walking four or five meters, he saw Huang Xian'er, who was sitting on a collapsed tombstone, legs crossed, and smoking an old cigarette comfortably.
I originally wanted to go over there, but when I saw four colorful paper figures standing next to it, I felt frightened and stopped a few steps away.
In just a few minutes, the surrounding fog lightened up a lot. Not long after, there was a crackling sound in the woods ahead.
An old man and a young man rushed out of the forest and arrived at the open area where the tombs were located.
The two groups of people met directly.
When he saw me, the little Taoist priest pointed at me angrily and said, "Master, it was this little bastard who knocked me out and robbed me of my things."
Compared with the anger of the young Taoist priest, the old Taoist priest was much calmer and cautious. His eyes fell on Huang Xian'er for the first time. When he saw Huang Xian'er holding his head, his pupils shrank slightly.
Seeing that his master was silent, the little Taoist priest stared at me with a black short knife in his hand, gritting his teeth and was about to walk towards me.
I was shocked, and hurriedly picked up a dead wood stick from the ground and held it in my hand. I secretly blamed myself for not thinking that machetes are the best way to deal with people.
Fortunately, the old Taoist priest grabbed him and warned him in a low voice not to mess around.
The little Taoist priest was so indignant that his eyes almost burst into flames when he looked at me.
But facing the half-transformed Huang Xian'er, the old Taoist was cautious and raised his hands: "Old Taoist Liu Changxuan of Laoshan, I wonder what the Xian family calls him?"
Since ancient times, there has been no coexistence between good and evil. The old man is not in a hurry to take action and even declares his family status. His attitude is already very good.
Huang Xian'er blew out a puff of old cigarette and asked lukewarmly: "You are a Taoist priest, why are you on my territory?"
Liu Changxuan was very restrained, glanced at me and said, "I have something to do with that kid."
Huang Xian'er puffed out old cigarettes and said, "He is my guest today. If you have something to do, go to his house someday. I don't welcome Taoist priests here."
Liu Changxuan smiled, straightened his slightly arched waist, and said in a tough tone: "The old Taoist has a few words that he wants to talk to this kid alone!"
He talked like a child, which made me a little unhappy. Before Huang Xian'er could speak, he said impatiently: "If you have anything to say, just say it here, just leave it alone!"
Liu Changxuan said with a smile: "Little friend, listen to the old advice, there are some things you can't control. It's better to hand them over as soon as possible to avoid getting into trouble."
Not sure?
I looked down at my hands and pictured the female corpse in my mind.
It's a bit big, but it doesn't seem to be much different. I can barely grasp it.
Huang Jiu squatted on my shoulder, saw that I was absent-minded, and coughed in my ear.
I came back to my senses and said with an embarrassed blush, "I don't have to worry about it, Taoist priest, I think I can still control it."
Huang Xian'er didn't wait for the old Taoist to speak, and followed my words: "Since my guest said he doesn't need it, I won't give it away!"
Liu Changxuan's face darkened, and his tone was colder than before: "Is Huang Xian trying to stop the old Taoist from asking for someone else?"
Huang Xian'er rolled her eyes, "You can have my guests if you want them. Who do you think I am, Huang Xian'er?"
Liu Changxuan laughed twice, stretched out his hand to stop the little Taoist priest, then took off his belt and shook it hard, and it turned out to be a black whip more than one meter long.
When Huang Jiu saw the whip, he nervously reminded Huang Xian'er, "Honey, that's a whip made of black dog hair. Be careful."
Huang Xian'er didn't say anything, and took a long puff of the old cigarette. When he exhaled it, the smoke split into four streams and went in through the nostrils of the four paper figures.
The eyes of the four paper figures instantly glowed green, their stiff limbs became flexible, they separated into four directions and rushed towards the old man.
They also controlled the paper man. Huang Jiu put his son into the paper shell, while Huang Xianer made a decision with just one breath.
This is sorcery.
However, Huang Xian'er was very capable, and Liu Changxuan was not bad either. He shook the whip in his hand and made a thunderous crack, and the air waves rolled up dispersed the remaining fog around him.
I gasped and took a few steps back with Huang Jiu on my back.
Seeing the paper man approaching, Liu Changxuan lifted his robe to his waist, walked up to him with strange steps, and struck the front paper man on the chest with his whip.
With this force, the paper man will be shattered.
However, the paper man only paused for a moment, and continued to sweep his hand towards Lao Dao's face.
I was shocked when I felt a sharp pain in my chest.
It felt like Liu Changxuan's whip hit me.
