Not long after Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji arrived in the courtyard, Hui Laoliu appeared next to them.
Chen Daji couldn't help but wonder: "Old god, why are you always so punctual and don't sleep at night?"
If anyone asked this, Hui Lao Liu would definitely slap him hard with his big mouth!
Unexpectedly, Chen Daji was a good friend of Hua Jiunan. He didn't look at the monk's face to look at the Buddha's face, so he could only snort and pretend not to hear.
Seeing Hui Laoliu's attitude, Chen Daji instantly understood that he had said the wrong thing:
Damn it, I'm such a fool!
Aren’t rats always nocturnal and only come out at night to steal food?…
Just when Chen Daji was thinking wildly, the old-fashioned wall clock in the deaf mother-in-law's house began to ring.
It's midnight!
A large amount of thick fog suddenly emerged from the originally clear night sky.
Even the moon became hazy.
From time to time, various strange sounds came from the distance:
There was the whistling of the wind through the treetops, the roar of beasts, and the cry of night owls.
There were all kinds of weird laughter mixed in, which made people's hair stand on end.
Chen Daji was a little scared and moved involuntarily towards Hua Jiunan.
"Everyone, pay attention, the dirty stuff is coming out!"
Just as he finished speaking, a pale, cold hand placed on Chen Daji's shoulder from behind.
There was also laughter of "Jie Jie Jie".
"Oh shit, a ghost has entered the yard!"
Chen Daji was so frightened that he jumped three feet high and rushed behind Hui Laoliu.
"Old god, help me!"
However, Hui Laoliu just looked at him indifferently and had no intention of taking action.
At the same time, a long cigarette bag hit Chen Daji hard on the head, and a big bag suddenly bulged up.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, little little calf, please see clearly before you scream!"
Chen Daji covered his head and kept rubbing it, tears welling up in pain.
"Oh Mom, it hurts me so much, it turns out it's grandma!"
"Grandma, you showed up before, but it wasn't such a big scene. I thought it was dirty things..."
Grandma Mai liked Chen Daji's messy character, which made Jie Jie laugh weirdly.
"Little brat, when grandma comes here, it's just like going home. Why are you talking about the scene?"
"I didn't do this to break the formation. There is indeed something dirty coming."
Hui Laoliu smiled slightly:
"Sister Mai, when traveling, the pomp is much greater than this."
"At the very least, the sky is filled with black snow and the blood moon is in the sky."
"Those messy things still dare to scream? They were scared away long ago!"
Hui Laoliu's smooth flattery made Grandma Mai quite satisfied.
"Jie Jie Jie, Lao Liu, after you improve your Taoism, your mouth will become sweet. Grandma, I am optimistic about you!"
While the few people were talking, they heard a messy sound of footsteps approaching from far away.
Go straight to the small courtyard.
It wasn't until I entered Huajiu Nan that I saw clearly that they were a group of "ghost soldiers" of about a hundred people.
Calling them "soldiers" is a bit reluctant:
All of them were livid and skinny.
There was a yellow scarf tied around his head, and he exuded a faint black aura.
Although there was a long queue, it was obviously uneven.
He kept shouting slogans.
The shouts were just uneven, but more like he was booing.
The weapons in his hands are even more diverse:
There were swords, guns, swords and halberds, and there were even people with hoes and sledges.
Only a few of them were wearing broken armor, and the rest of the ghost soldiers were in ragged clothes.
This group of ghost soldiers walked to the entrance of the small courtyard, as if they couldn't see the courtyard door so close.
Keep circling the neighborhood.
Chen Daji was surprised by the novelty and sighed:
"Damn it, what are these ghost soldiers wandering around for?"
"You have two eyes for peeing? You can't see through such a big door?!"
"They won't be highly myopic like Fatty Zhao, right?"
Hua Jiugang understood the key and bowed to the pine tree in the courtyard.
"Thank you, old man."
Chen Daji was reminded by Hua Jiunan and understood that it was Mr. Song who protected him, so he immediately followed suit and saluted.
At the same time, he asked Hua Jiu Nan softly.
"Boss, the ghost soldiers are in such a mess, they are like a group of refugees fleeing."
"Could it be that Mr. Song secretly robbed them on the way?"
Hua Jiunan glanced at Chen Daji.
"Stop talking nonsense, Mr. Song can't be so boring!"
Hui Laoliu smiled faintly.
"It wouldn't be surprising if these ghost soldiers crawled out of ancient tombs."
"This is how they behaved when they were alive!"
Chen Daji had just offended Hui Laoliu and did not dare to ask him, so he could only continue talking to Hua Jiunan.
"Boss, what are the ghost soldiers chirping about? I can't understand a word."
Hua Jiunan was about to answer, but Hui Laoliu got there first.
He walked up to Chen Daji with a smile and said:
"It's easy to understand nonsense. Let me help you."
Seeing Hui Laoliu's malicious expression, Chen Daji subconsciously retreated.
Before the guy could say no, Hui Lao Liu grabbed a handful of dirt and quickly stuffed it into Chen Daji's mouth.
Then he slapped it with his hand.
This handful of soil was not wasted at all, it was all swallowed up by Chen Daji.
Something magical happened:
After eating dirt, Chen Daji was actually able to understand the ghost soldiers' words.
"The sky is dead and the yellow sky should be established. May the world be blessed with good luck at the end of the year!"
Chen Daji was so surprised that he forgot to vomit.
"Damn it, is it so amazing?"
"Why can you understand nonsense just by eating a handful of dirt?!"
