mouse? "
After resolving the sudden crisis, Ye Feifan did not relax.
There is not a drop of blood on the Extraordinary Scythe, and the blade is still bright and reflective.
Ye Feifan was guarding the trash can while observing the struggling mouse on the ground... There was not a drop of blood on the ground. The headless body as big as a cat was still writhing. The mouse's eyes flashed red and it made a "squeaking" sound!
It’s a bit seeping!
Wary of the struggling mouse, Ye Feifan banged the trash can with his sickle.
Nothing happens!
"Come here and look at it, I'll find something!"
In Ye Feifan's eyes, Lao Hei walked towards the mouse proudly... I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lao Hei's feet were trembling slightly.
The mouse that was split in two couldn't move, and with Lao Hei and Dahuang watching, Ye Feifan also rummaged through the trash can with confidence.
The rotten smell hit your nose, and rotten vegetable leaves jumped out... Open the vegetable leaves, and there was a black sack underneath!
Not knowing what was going on inside, Ye Feifan poured out the contents of the trash can and screened them one by one.
Empty black sack!
Several glass bottles filled with liquid!
Fish bones leftover after cooking and enjoying!
A few used a**!
…
Nothing dangerous!
Today’s harvest is probably it!
Ye Feifan ignored the stains, grabbed the sack and walked towards Lao Hei.
The owl-headed mouse is still alive, which is contrary to common sense... especially since the mouse is bigger than a cat!
Don't stay out for too long at night, as it might be even more ominous!
After putting the mouse's head into a sack, Ye Feifan also found a dirty rope, separated and tied it up... Then he found an old broom nearby, and after cleaning the scene, he put the garbage back into the trash can... …
"let's go."
One person, one cat and one dog left, and the alley returned to dead silence again.
For a long time, dark clouds covered the sky.
The darkness of the alleys overlapped again... From one corner, a man dressed as a magician walked out.
"What about the soul-eating rat?"
"There's nothing unusual in the air... clean and tidy tactics!"
The man dressed as a magician pondered for a moment, took out a flip phone and pressed a series of numbers.
After a while, the call was connected, and a man's voice came from the phone.
"Did you succeed?"
"The target disappeared, nothing was gained, and you gave false information."
"Impossible, the information of our 'Seven Calabash Demons' is fully certified!"
"But the fact is right in front of me, I found no trace of the target!"
"Yu Xingyue, you know me. I, Huo Qiyue, never give false information...unless you make me unhappy!"
"Seven Demons, listen to me. I am a mighty 'Spirit Controlling Star Envoy' and yet I don't even bother to lie? You are polluting my personality!"
"Okay, I'll go check it out myself, and I'll give you an explanation on this matter!"
"Then the reward we agreed on..."
"There is a traitor, terminate the transaction, and discuss it another day... Hey, hey, hey... No signal, hung up..."
"Hey...Qiyue, fuck, you bastard!"
Yu Xingyue, who called himself "Yu Ling Xing Yu", hung up the phone with a curse.
Looking at the trash can unwillingly, Yu Xingyue left the alley angrily.
…
At eleven o'clock in the evening, Ye Feifan returned home with his loot.
After locking the door, Ye Feifan carried the sack and walked towards the storage room. He did not forget to turn around and tell Lao Hei and Da Huang: "You don't have anything to do here, so go back to sleep."
Lao Hei stuck out his tongue, showing no intention of leaving, and Dahuang stared at the sack keenly.
"Extra meal tomorrow!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Hei disappeared quickly with rhubarb on his back.
"Two foodies!"
Cursing secretly, Ye Feifan slowly came to the storage room.
After tinkering for a long time, Ye Feifan found cinnabar, brushes, inkstones and other props, and felt very strange in his heart.
I have never seen Aunt Cheng use these things. How long have they been here?
The sack shook, and the decapitated mouse was still struggling. Ye Feifan used a broom to clear a flat area.
Ye Feifan bit his finger, squeezed three drops of blood into a bowl, mixed it with cinnabar, and made a dish of strange juice.
"The first step is to refine the soul..."
Picking up the brush and dipping it in the juice, Ye Feifan recalled the runes in the inheritance and suddenly started writing, drawing strange lines on the ground.
What he is currently setting up is the Blood Refining Formation, which is quite time-consuming to draw and lasts until midnight.
The time was not very long, but Ye Feifan felt like he was drenched in water, as if he was exhausted, and there was constant sweat on his forehead.
The mental drain is too strong!
The formation was emitting red light, surrounded by gusts of sinister wind, and the bloody wind swirled like a whirlpool, like a spinning millstone!
Using the Feifan Scythe to cut open the sack, Ye Feifan threw the decapitated mouse into the formation.
The weathering that only appeared over a long period of time was reappeared in a short period of time!
The rat's head made a frightening and harsh "squeaking" sound, and the rat's eyes were full of fear, but it had no effect and could only struggle feebly...
A few minutes later, the rat head and body were weathered like wind and sand, leaving only a ball of liquid the size of a fist. The liquid was as blurry as a shadow, floating quietly in the formation.
The red wind swirled around, the liquid squirmed like a thorny ball, and the synapses alternated between depressions and protrusions.
"Ominous spirit!"
It is difficult to describe this liquid. It is probably a strange energy formed after the death of some kind of life form!
The soul has been refined, and the second step is to accommodate it and use special materials to make a torso to carry it!
As for the materials...
Ye Feifan searched in the storage room and didn't find anything suitable... It's right to think about it. The family is not rich and powerful, so it is impossible to have so many strange materials.
That's what he thought, but Ye Feifan accidentally saw something seemed to be padded at the foot of the cabinet. The thing was still making a "squeaking" noise... like a piece of paper!
There is no air conditioning in the storage room, and the doors and windows are closed tightly, so there is no chance of wind blowing in!
Windless automatic!
After thinking about many problems, meeting the mysterious mouse, and receiving the inheritance from the papermaker... Ye Feifan is no longer the naive person he was before, and his attitude has become much more cautious.
Holding the Fei Fei Sickle, Ye Fei Fei approached the cabinet, slowly squatted down, and fiddled with the piece of paper with the tip of the knife!
As soon as the tip of the knife approached, the shaking of the paper disappeared instantly!
The Extraordinary Scythe seems to have suppressed the anomaly!
Taking out the paper and putting it in the palm of his hand, Ye Feifan observed it with the help of light and found that it was a paper man with no facial features.
Ordinary, ordinary!
The paper figure is white, with countless blurred ink stains on its body, and occasionally a few red lines mixed in.
Looking at the paper man carefully, Ye Feifan discovered that it was unusual.
On the back of the paper figurine, there are three small red characters in italics: Xu Xiaoshan!
"its name?"
Ye Feifan paused, glanced at the shadow liquid suspended in the formation, and then glanced at the paper man in his hand.
What's missing is what's coming?
Is it a coincidence?
