Perhaps because it has been uninhabited for a long time, there is always a vague decay in this empty house. Before, it was covered up by the strong aroma of wine at the door, but now that Hei Xiaohua opened the door and the aroma of wine quickly dissipated, it was finally exposed.
It was getting late, and in order to seize the time, Hei Xiaohua moved faster, making a large room full of dust.
Although he finally cleaned up, he was choked so much that he could only cover his mouth and nose and push open the window.
The afterglow of the setting sun broke in unceremoniously, illuminating every particle of dust like a Milky Way...
When the dust cleared, Hei Xiaohua, who came back to his senses, also felt a slight chill. Just as he closed the window and was about to continue cleaning up, he kicked something soft under his feet and crawled under the bed.
Hei Xiaohua was curious and prepared to lie down and find out. But as soon as he bent over, he heard a crack in his waist, and he also let out an ouch, secretly thinking it was bad.
I had tightened my trousers specially to practice boxing, and then I forgot about it due to various influences. Now when I bent over, the slender rope could no longer support it and completely broke.
Hei Xiaohua really didn't want to leave the situation in front of him, but in order to avoid embarrassment, he could only hold up the waistband of his pants. He couldn't take off his hands, so he was running around the room in a hurry.
Naturally, the original rope could no longer be used, so Hei Xiaohua wanted to see if there were any replacement items in Hei Lai's room.
Although Heiyi's room is not small, there are actually not many things. Apart from daily necessities, there are some papers and pens. However, even these things were torn, broken and thrown on the floor. He only swept them when he was just tidying up. To the side.
Hei Xiaohua was still having a headache, but when he looked at the pile of debris, his eyes lit up. He took out something from it, shook it, and then nodded with satisfaction.
What was in Hei Xiaohua's hand now was a finger-thick hemp rope. He didn't pay attention when he was picking up the pieces of the wine jar just now, and threw it aside. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the handle of the wine jar became his belt.
Hei Xiaohua wrapped it around her waist and found that the rope was much stronger than the previous rope. Then she continued to lean down and stretched out her arms to reach under the bed.
Although he had short arms and short legs, fortunately, he didn't kick the thing far away. He casually touched it and grabbed it in his hand, then he stood up with his arms retracted.
"Huh? What is this?" Before Hei Xiaohua could look at the thing in his hand, he saw an extremely wrinkled piece of paper slowly falling to the ground. It seemed that he should have taken it out from under the bed.
"What's written on it is...nine materials?" Hei Xiaohua pointed at the word "dye" on the paper with his finger. Although he didn't know much about reading, his attitude was extremely serious: "This black nine materials can make items last a long time." Colored, not easy to fade... It does not contain any harmful ingredients... It is safe and has no side effects... It can be used on nine hairs and nine clothing materials... to make people younger... Oops! You don’t know the word dye, do you?"
Hei Xiaohua read intermittently. After reading it, he suddenly realized the original name of this thing. He couldn't help but murmured to himself: "Why does Brother Heiyi use this kind of thing? Is he... Shao Baitou?"
But he just thought about this kind of thing in his mind, casually crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it aside, and looked at the things held under his arms.
The thing in front of me is a palm-sized sachet. There is a big black bird embroidered on the sachet. Although this big black bird is completely black, only its left wing is golden.
"This should be Brother Heibo's thing, right? Forget it... I'll help save it... I just don't know how Brother Heibo is doing now?" Although Hei Xiaohua was strange, she couldn't figure out why, so she could only save it. Pick it up.
After sweeping away the debris on the ground, Hei Xiaohua looked back at the empty room, then packed up his tools and turned around to leave.
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Although the uncle didn't tell the time yesterday, Hei Xiaohua had nothing to do and rushed over early in the morning.
But as soon as he entered the yard, the things in his hands fell to the ground in shock. I saw that the original wooden piles had been replaced by iron piles at some point, and they were several times thicker than the previous wooden piles.
"What...what is going on?" Hei Xiaohua looked surprised.
"Huh? You came quite early..." The man looked listless, as if he hadn't woken up yet.
"Uncle...what...what's going on?" Hei Xiaohua asked hurriedly.
"Although I can no longer use 'Ten Flood Dragons to Go to the Sea', I can't let this technique be buried in vain... I heard that you promised someone yesterday, but you are suffering from having no support. I wonder if you can appreciate my crippled tricks. ?" The man smiled lightly.
Although this person said it easily, it was like a thunder in Hei Xiaohua's ears! His body trembled and he said excitedly: "Uncle...are you going to teach me...this 'Ten Flood Dragons Going to the Sea'?"
"What do you think?" The man narrowed his eyes.
"Then how can I...become your disciple?" Although Hei Xiaohua has never been exposed to this kind of thing, she also knows that becoming a disciple is not trivial, and she is extremely rigorous and asked cautiously.
"This kind of skill is supposed to be inherited by blood... If you want to become a master, you don't have to do it! But if you are willing... just call me foster father." The man's tone was still relaxed, but there was a kind of enthusiasm in his eyes... If His child did not die in infancy, but he was about the same age as the little black flower.
"Father!" Hei Xiaohua didn't have any relatives. When she saw that this man wanted to teach her unique skills, she was naturally very grateful and knelt down without hesitation.
"Haha! Okay! My son, get up quickly!" When the man heard the words "adopted father", his muscles tensed up, but his expression relaxed. He quickly asked Hei Xiaohua to stand up, as if meeting him for the first time. Look carefully.
But as if the sight wasn't enough, he raised his arm and beat Hei Xiaohua's body up and down, but the latter honestly didn't dare to move.
"My son, are you ready for what your father told you yesterday?" The man calmed down and looked around for a week, but didn't see what he wanted.
"Father, wait a minute, it's right outside the door!" Hei Xiaohua turned around and turned back quickly when he heard the words. Then he heard the scraping sound of bones and saw Hei Xiaohua rolling over with a wooden barrel not much smaller than the door.
"Father, is this barrel big enough?" Hei Xiaohua wiped his sweat and panted. This wooden bucket was a big bath bucket in their courtyard, and he took a lot of effort to remove it from the shelf.
"Alas..." The man felt a headache, and said angrily and amusedly: "Silly boy, can you use this to fetch me a bucket of water?"
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"Father, the water is ready..."
Although big barrels are hard to find, ordinary small barrels are available. After a while, Hei Xiaohua took out a wooden barrel and placed it in front of this person.
"Well, you go to my house and get the things on the table."
"Father, what do you want is this pile of dead grass?" Hei Xiaohua's voice came from the room.
"Nonsense! Otherwise, is there anything else on the table?"
"And your shoes..."
"Uh... let's get them too..." The man looked down and realized that he had been standing barefoot. No wonder he always felt a little cold in the weather.
The man put on his shoes, poured the withered grass into the barrel, then took out a gray-white bottle from his arms, put it to his mouth, bit off the cork, and threw the bottle into the barrel.
A burst of bubbles suddenly appeared in the originally calm water surface, and then the bottle floating on the surface slowly melted into the water.
"It's almost time...Take off your clothes and soak your arms in it..." The man picked up a wooden stick and stirred the barrel, then said to Hei Xiaohua.
"Oh..." Hei Xiaohua watched helplessly as the gray-white bottle disappeared, as if it were a magic trick. He also stretched his arms into the barrel with a puzzled look on his face.
"Hiss!" The moment he put his hands into the barrel, he felt as if needles were pricking the backs of his hands, and he made an ouch as he tried to take his hands back.
"Forbearance!" The man's voice was sharp, and he directly pressed Hei Xiaohua's back, pressing his whole body on top of the barrel.
"Father...my hand hurts so much..." Hei Xiaohua was young after all, and she was already filled with tears.
"Father knows..." The man sighed helplessly, "But this is also for your own good. If you really want to fulfill your promise, you must get through this..."
"I...I hurt so much..." Hei Xiaohua's voice was filled with tears, but she was forced to endure the severe pain, and finally passed out with black eyes.
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"Gululu..." After an unknown amount of time, Hei Xiaohua felt a surge in her stomach, and her mouth was extremely spicy, causing her to choke on a lot of tears. He thought about pushing himself up to get up, but in the end he lost his hands and fell to the ground.
"Cough cough cough...I...where is my arm? Foster father! Why can't I feel my arm? Is my arm gone?" Hei Xiaohua also woke up after being thrown like this, and her expression changed when she felt the abnormality on her body. Pale, he screamed uncontrollably.
After the scream, a crackling sound was heard outside, and a figure broke in with a nervous expression.
"Fortunately, nothing serious happened... I woke up within an hour..." Seeing that nothing happened to Hei Xiaohua, the man muttered to himself, and then sternly scolded: "What are you talking about? It seems like I did something to you. Are you worried? Your arm is fine... stand up for me quickly..."
"Oh... Is my arm really still there? Foster father, what happened to me just now? And... what happened to that bucket of water?" Hei Xiaohua was obedient and stood up with a lot of effort. However, although the two arms could barely be raised, they could only move slightly.
This person took advantage of Hei Xiaohua's lowered head and looked at her arms, quietly took a few steps back and kicked the pepper that fell behind him into the stove next to him, and then sat down at the table with an embarrassed look.
"Ahem...you have to know sooner or later anyway, so my father will take advantage of your recovery to explain it to you..."
