Abnormalities occur suddenly, no one expects them. Fortunately, Yinfeng's reminder was timely, causing several people to turn aside slightly.
The next moment, the thick-browed man's chest bulged, and he coughed out a dark thunderbolt from his mouth, which hit several people and shot out.
Following a tremor, the dark thunder landed directly on the ajar door behind them, blasting the half-open door into two pieces and flying backwards.
"Be good! What kind of world is this? Even guys with thick eyebrows and big eyes are launching sneak attacks!"
The old immortal was originally held by Feng Bao in front of him, but because the latter dodged and hurt the wound in a hurry, he actually swung it and nailed it to the door. He was so shocked that stars were shining in his eyes and he cursed.
"Little Master Yinfeng, I..." The thick-browed man just sneezed because his nose was itchy. Seeing this situation, he was a little dumbfounded and at a loss.
Seeing that the thick-browed man didn't look like he was pretending, Yinfeng gave him a comforting look, then glanced back: "Are you all okay?"
Teacup Ghost shook his head: "We are fine, thank you Lord Yinfeng for reminding you! But Lord Yinfeng, what exactly is this..."
Before Teacup finished his nonsense, he heard a curse coming from outside the door: "What do you mean it's okay? I was working hard to save people in the back, but you guys are so nice that you're tearing down my door here!"
Hearing this, the face of the thick-browed man became even more ashamed, and he stumbled to the old man: "Senior benefactor, the matter of this door has nothing to do with them, please rest assured, I will definitely help you repair it to your satisfaction..."
"Repair? What did you use to repair it?" The old man blew his beard and said angrily: "My door is made of fine dark wood. Even if I search all over Fengdu, I can't find a second door!"
"This..." The thick-browed man panicked. It seemed that today's matter could not be let go.
"And I see that you look so sick, you probably don't have the strength to break the door..." After saying that, the old man frowned and pointed to the spiritual stick on the ground, "Tell me! Did you do this? ?”
When the old immortal heard this, his nose became angry: "You old man, don't mess around! Although I am grateful for saving me, I don't want to throw all the shit at the old immortal!"
"You're right. Even if it had the intention to act like this, it wouldn't have the ability." As soon as the old immortal finished speaking, a man in rich clothes with red lips and white teeth appeared behind the old man and pulled out the spiritual yin stick nailed to the ground.
"Hmph!" The old man snorted coldly, walked directly through the crowd to the table and sat down firmly, counting with his fingers, "The shop is small and the profit is small, and there is no credit. Who will settle today's expenses with me?"
Everyone thought that the old man was going to say something extraordinary, so they all looked at each other in shock and didn't know how to speak for a while.
The old immortal was already aggrieved by being questioned. Now he saw the old man's unhurried look and became even more anxious: "You old man really can't tell the priorities. Can you go back and save people in a down-to-earth manner? If you You have wasted time by staying here, let alone a door, even this house will be demolished by the immortal for you!"
Although the Teacup Ghost also had complaints in its heart, the old man had helped it a lot after all. It was not as unscrupulous as the old fairy. It could only echo the advice and said: "Senior, we will not pay today's fee on credit. It is more important to save people." !”
The old man was about to get angry, but when he saw everyone's eager eyes, he could only shake his head and smile helplessly, saying to himself: That's all, what do I have to argue with this monster...
"Although I am not a doctor, I still have a benevolent heart! I will not delay important things because of trivial matters..." The old man pursed his lips to the side, "Besides, I have already brought you, so I don't know what worries you are still worried about."
"What?" The teacup ghosts and others stared at the young man in rich clothes at the door with disbelief. They originally thought that the visitor was a distinguished guest who suddenly came here, but they did not expect that this person would be the show ghost himself.
What shocked them even more was that if what the old man said was true, wouldn't it mean that the old man solved the troublesome situation of the opera ghost in just a cup of tea?
"Everyone, you're welcome." When the actor saw everyone looking at him, he laughed and said hello.
The old immortal was held in the hand of the man in rich clothes, and he observed it very carefully. Hearing this, he felt suspicious in his heart: "Old man, are you playing with us as idiots? Old immortal, I have seen what the old man in calico looks like! "
No matter how you look at this guy in front of you, he has nothing to do with a showman. The old immortal can't help but suspect that the old man's attempt to save Feng Pocket is just a blind cat that kills a mouse. In fact, he has no ability. But now he realized that the matter could not be concealed, so he randomly caught a guy to fool his family.
"Did you, the devil, hurt your brain? How come you can't even recognize me?" Hearing this, the opera ghost felt strange. He lowered his head to look at the water stains on the ground, and then exclaimed, "Who is it!", and then put that The Lingyin stick smashed over.
Perhaps because he saw the old immortal suffer another loss, or because he was embarrassed, the old man stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "It seems that it has been so long that you don't even remember your original appearance."
The opera ghost's throat trembled, and he carefully studied the reflection in the water for a moment, and then he dared to confirm his identity, and his face gradually became excited: "Thank you, senior, for your kindness in reinventing me!"
Before the opera ghost could finish speaking, the old man interrupted him: "It's still too early to say thank you. There are some things I need to explain clearly to you in advance..."
Just when the old man revived the opera ghost, his train of thought was interrupted by a loud noise. Now that he had finished talking, he continued with the previous topic.
"Senior, it's okay to say so!" the actor said respectfully.
"Your existence is special. Your original form was revealed by the tablecloth, so it is precisely because the tablecloth was damaged that you looked old!" The old man explained lightly, "Originally, you were used to living in the tablecloth, but it was a pity that you took it off later. Being in the body for too long will cause the aura to be incompatible, and you will no longer be able to blend in! So if I forcefully repair the tablecloth, it will only make the two of you more repulsive, and you will be completely separated from the world..."
"I thought about it, since the tablecloth cannot be repaired, I can only find another way for you and carve out a new place for you! As long as the breath of this tablecloth is integrated into it, the problem can be solved..." The old man said with a sigh, "It's just that in this tablecloth Your strength is too great to be integrated with your aura into your current shelter, so although you have returned to your youthful posture now,... I am afraid that you will no longer be able to use your instinctual skills in a short period of time..."
"Originally, there is no duet for the last piece of music, so why should I miss the old stage so much? It's a blessing to be able to survive. I really don't dare to ask for too much." The opera ghost said with a nonchalant expression.
"Is this true?" The old man raised his eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's natural."
"That's good...if nothing happens, how about we sit down and settle the expenses first?"
“…”
"What do you mean it's okay?" Lao Xian imitated the old man's tone and grumbled: "You can settle the fees if you want, but you have to wait until little friend Wu Fan wakes up!"
The man with thick eyebrows has been protecting Wu Fan, and when he saw everyone looking over, he would get out of the way, but when he subconsciously looked at Wu Fan, his face turned pale: "Senior benefactor, this little master, he …It seems like I’m not breathing anymore…”
"What's going on?" The old man frowned when he heard this, and his expression was extremely solemn. He had looked at the two figures carried by the broom ghost before. In comparison, the injury of the man with thick eyebrows was much more serious than that of the former. Logically speaking, it was the former who should have woken up first.
"What's going on?" The old immortal was kicked into the corner by someone unknown. Hearing this, he could only get anxious, "Which one of you will take the old immortal with you! Old man Huabu! Little kid Huabu!"
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Coming closer, the old man looked up and down at Wu Fan who was lying on the bed, and saw that his face was rosy and his condition was as usual. In addition to not breathing, it was a bit more radiant than the living person.
"It's really weird. This is the first time I've seen such a situation..." The old man's eyebrows knitted deeper and deeper, and the two wrinkles were almost burned into his skull.
"Old man, can you do it? If not, speak quickly. The old immortal promises not to blame you this time. I just ask you to tell us where there are medical workers here?" The old immortal saw the old man muttering without any expression. Angry and anxious.
Hearing this, he shook his head: "I'm afraid the magician won't be able to deal with this situation, not to mention he might not be as good as me..."
When the old immortal heard this, he wanted to jump out of his spiritual stick and hit the old man on the head: "Old man, if you have a way, do it quickly! Can we talk about the boastful words later!"
The old man was already upset, but when he was provoked by the old immortal, he shouted angrily: "Noisy, shut up!"
As soon as the loud shout rang out, everyone felt unsteady on their feet. Fortunately, they helped each other to stabilize themselves, leaving them in shock.
"Shut up, just shut up, why are you yelling so loudly..." For some reason, Lao Xian was so frightened by the roar that he only dared to complain in a low voice.
After drinking, the old man's eyes trembled and he knew something was wrong. Just when his eyes flickered and hesitated on how to take action, he suddenly found a five-color glow reflected on Wu Fan's belly.
"It's it...it's it!" The old man's face moved, and his body trembled with excitement, "So it's you!"
The old fairy felt strange in his heart, wondering if the old man was mad at him, saying something about you or him... But he could only think about it now, and he didn't dare to complain like before.
Just when the old immortal was thinking this, he saw the old man pulling the thick-browed man to the bed: "Take him with you!" Then he glanced at the other people, "You guys stay here, don't let anyone Disturbing me!"
The man with thick eyebrows was in poor condition. He was about to explain, but suddenly found that he had somehow returned to normal, and his physical strength was even stronger than before!
He stamped his feet, then did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly followed the old man's instructions to carry Wu Fan on his back, turned around and followed...
When the old man and the thick-browed man disappeared at the end of the corridor, the teacup ghost finally said: "Feng Qiao, you are one step ahead of us, do you know who this senior is..."
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