"Brother, I'm a little scared..." Ning Xiyu said in Zhao Fan's ear. Goosebumps appeared on her white and tender arms. This old lady was like someone from a horror movie. Only one meeting made her feel... It makes people feel scared.
"fine."
Zhao Fan gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips, quickly comforted her, and then smiled at the old lady: "You open the door to do business, why are you driving the guests out?"
"Blind? Didn't you see me preparing to kill the beast?"
The old lady sharpened the knife with more force, and the sharp friction sound was so harsh that even nearby pedestrians stopped their ears and speeded up their pace.
"Sable is a national first-level protected animal. It can be killed in a low-key manner, but is it really suitable in public?" Zhao Fan glanced at the sable hanging on the shelf again. There were six or seven scratches on its fur. The mark was probably because the kitchen knife was not sharp enough to break the goblin's body, so the other party had to work hard to sharpen the knife.
Sable seemed to understand what he said, and her little head moved.
As a great demon, it was hanging here to be slaughtered. It was almost dying of suffocation. If it hadn't been severely injured in the process of escaping from the warriors' roundup, how could it have ended up like this?
"Didn't the elders in the family tell you that if you meddle too much, people will die?" The old lady's kitchen knife suddenly stopped, and her cloudy eyes stared at Zhao Fan.
Zhao Fan said without fear: "Do you think this will work? Just tell me a price and I'll buy it."
"Not for sale." The old lady said with hatred in her eyes: "My son and daughter-in-law were bitten to death by minks. Kill each one on sight."
"Such a cute and small animal kills people? It's too evil." Zhao Fan pretended to be confused: "Even if it is true, this is not what he did."
In the vision of his heavenly eyes, there is no blood-colored evil light on Sable. To use the popular term nowadays, it is more Buddhist. This is also the reason why he decided to save Sable. Cultivation is not easy, and he is a good demon. Saving him is a meritorious deed.
Merit symbolizes good fortune.
Zhao Fan used Nightmare on Xu Zhe for Ning Xiyu and lost a lot of merit. This was not because he didn't care, but because Qiu Da, who was not as important as his sister, now had merit and could not pick it up.
"Isn't it over?" The old lady raised the kitchen knife, pretending to chop him, "I have old bones, I even prepared my own shroud, and I only have a few days to live, so why do I care about breaking the law?"
"That makes sense." Zhao Fan gave a thumbs up. As he pulled Ning Xiyu and turned away, his voice condensed into a line and fell into the sable's ears, "Listen, I see that your vitality is severely injured and your demonic power is very high." If you don't save one, I think it's not easy for you to practice. I will throw in a pill later and you can recover more than half of it if you take it directly. Whether you understand it or not, I can only help you so much. If you break free from the restraints, I will take revenge on you. She, I will definitely kill you!"
"Chirp chirp..." Sable seemed to be responding.
The old lady stared at it, "Beast, if you ask me again, I'll poke your eyes first!"
The reason why Zhao Fan did not choose to rescue her was because the old lady had an obsession with Diao. If the demon broke people's hearts, he couldn't do it. As the saying goes, there are things to do and things not to do.
When Yue Mo walked more than 20 meters, Zhao Fan took out a bottle of snake elixir, took one, and flicked it in that direction accurately.
This was Sable's only hope for survival. Even if it was not sure whether it was real or fake, it opened its mouth with a try attitude and swallowed the Snake Spirit Pill. The next moment, the power of the pill was released, and it could clearly feel that the injury was rapidly increasing. After recovering, he stared gratefully at the young man's back and shed two lines of tears.
…
Zhao Fan here bought two bags of yellow paper, but he didn't have a single coin.
Ning Xiyu pointed at the Ming coins on the stall and asked doubtfully: "Brother, why don't you buy some of this?"
"No."
Zhao Fan said as he walked: "The Ming coins are all bullshit, and so are most of the yellow papers. I looked at the whole street, only the one with the Xuji brand of yellow paper is authentic, the others are inferior, if you don't use this If you plant yellow paper to worship, it won’t make any difference if you don’t remove it at all, because it won’t spread there.”
"Why?" Ning Xiyu was curious.
"Real yellow paper is made of crushed straw and rolled by hand, rather than machine-printed." Zhao Fan introduced: "So it has a rustic flavor and can be used to channel spiritual energy when burned. It also has another use. Just making talismans."
"I don't really understand, but it looks very powerful." Ning Xiyu smiled, hugged his arm and said, "I remember that Xuji store, and I will come here to buy it when I visit the grave in the future."
"..."
Zhao Fan felt that he was playing the piano to a cow, but there was no way. Who said she was his sister?
After getting in the car, Ning Xiyu drove to other streets to buy fruits, cooked food and good wine, and then went to Beiyanshan Cemetery in the suburbs.
After arriving, the atmosphere of the cemetery was particularly depressing, with the sounds of wind, crows, and grass moving.
Ning Xiyu walked in front with a heavy heart, without saying a word, while Zhao Fan followed with something, and soon they came to the tomb where her parents were buried together. It was not too dirty, and there were still unrotted flowers and packaging. She often comes to worship.
"Xiyu, kneel down and don't move unless I tell you."
Zhao Fan gave instructions, and the former complied. Then he arranged the food, wine, and fruits, then opened a yellow paper bag, pressed the top piece of yellow paper with a stone on the platform behind the monument, and lit the rest around it. Throwing on the side is euphemistically called killing the neighbor.
After that, he opened a second bag of yellow paper, dipped his fingers in wine and wrote the two names on the tombstone in it, and started saying things like the Xu family had been destroyed and the Ning family was about to rise. When all of them were reduced to ashes, He said no more.
At this moment, Ning Xiyu said in panic: "Brother, the fruits and cooked food seem to be moving, and the wine bottle is also..."
Zhao Fan focused his gaze, then opened his eyes, and saw many weak ghosts gathered around the tomb, including men and women, old and young. Some of them, who had a little bit of ghost power, were throwing themselves in front of the tombstones to caress the sacrifices. They could only touch them but couldn't pick them up.
"roll!"
Zhao Fan's voice was mixed with the thin power of Long Yang Dan, and he roared.
Many ghosts were knocked over more than ten meters away like being hit by a hurricane!
Everyone looked at the young man in horror. It was the first time he was seen, and it was the first time he was so horribly frightened. The weakest ghost almost collapsed...
"You've already taken care of it, but you're still so greedy?" Zhao Fan sneered, "Who dares to touch the thing in front of the tomb today?"
"Exalted Immortal, have mercy on me, have mercy on me!" Many ghosts knelt down one after another, and their voices were like pitiful wails, which made Zhao Fan unable to respond. He immediately closed his heavenly eye so that he could be at peace.
Ning Xiyu's delicate body trembled slightly as she asked, "Brother...who are you talking to?"
"Ah? No one, it's just a ceremony." Zhao Fan touched his nose together. If she was timid and knew there were many ghosts around, wouldn't she be frightened?
"I hope that once the grave is finished, my uncle and aunt can rest in peace. Let's go back."
Zhao Fan and Ning Xiyu did not stay any longer and drove back to Ning's company.
In the evening, Ergua, a lame craftsman, arrived as scheduled. After Zhao Fan told him and Ning Xiyu the style they wanted, he gave Ergua the keys and address, invited him to a meal, and then they both returned to Shaoxing. community.
When he opened the door, the scene was quite harmonious. Shi Qi was watching TV, and Ning Shu was hunched over the table concentrating on his homework. When he saw Zhao Fan and his sister coming back, he said happily: "Brother Immortal!"
"Well, have you eaten?" Zhao Fan lay down on the sofa.
Ning Shu said with a look of anticipation on his face: "After eating, I want you to take me flying!"
"..." Zhao Fan immediately rushed back to the room, pretending to be dead and closing his eyes, "I'm tired today, I'll wait in a few days." Then he raised his hand to take a photo, and the door closed automatically.
At night, Shi Qi was watching dramas in the living room. Ning Xiyu and her brother lived in the same room, so no one disturbed Zhao Fan. He played with the Blood Tai Sui and the Dragon's Horn for a while before falling asleep.
Unknowingly, Zhao Fan was in a daze, feeling as if he was in a dream. His chest was like a little tongue that was constantly stirring, and a soft, boneless hand was placed on his shoulders and waist.
A thrilling and strange feeling hits...
"Dream of spring?"
Zhao Fan was a young man with strong blood and a young brother. In his confused consciousness, he thought that it was just a dream, so why not do it wrong? He didn't know who was pressing on him, so he hugged his back and stroked it.
"Um?"
"this……"
Gradually, Zhao Fan felt something was not right. How could the dream be so real? !
At this moment, his hand suddenly touched a long furry strip, soft...but extremely silky...and he suddenly woke up as if struck by lightning, "Tail!?"
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