The man looked at his face, but in his thirties, he was a paralyzed, with his limbs shrunk to the size of a child, and his exposed arms shriveled, only his head was large, and his neck was crooked to one side. Not like people at all, terrible. He was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, and the wheelchair slowly slipped out of the hole.

Ye Baiyi frowned slowly, staring at the man, and suddenly said, "You are not a dragon sparrow."

The finches and his Xinzhuang have been legends for decades, and the real finches can never be so young. The man in the wheelchair gave a sharp laugh and said, "I am certainly not."

His eyes were huge, and Wen Kexing secretly bit Zhou Zhoushu's ear and said, "Do you think his eyes are going to fall out?"

Zhou Zishu only felt that he was boring. It seemed that no matter what the occasion, he had to be pinpointed and bored once to get back the book, so he ignored him.

Just listening to the man in the wheelchair screamed, "Who are you? How dare you break into Xinzhuang?"

Ye Baiyi looked at the man and felt that he was weird and strange. He was not like a good guy, so he reluctantly pressed his temper and said in a human tone: "I have something to see the dragon bird."

In Ye Baiyi's words, this was a good word, but in the ears of others, it was still a stupid and rude idiot, so the man in the wheelchair turned his head, and Jushu's eyes looked up and down. For a long while, he chuckled coldly, "The old immortal bone dregs of the finches are gone, what are you asking him for?"

The ditch between Ye Baiyi's eyebrows grew deeper and deeper, staring at the human being: "The finches died? How did they die?"

The man in the wheelchair proudly said, "Of course I killed it."

This is too incredible. When the three masters of the world trespassed into Xinzhuang, they were also very embarrassed and almost broke inside. With a person who couldn't even walk, he could enter unscathed and kill the owner of Xinzhuang ?

Ye Baiyi apparently did not know what was implicit, and looked at the person, saying, "Don't fart anymore, if you can kill the finches by yourself, I can shake the tree, unless you are his son, let him lie down. Let you chop whatever you want. "

Upon hearing this, Wen Kexing knew that it was going to be bad, and immediately said to Zhang Chengling: "Go out, run away!"

Sure enough, before his words were heard, the weird man in the wheelchair yelled, "Look for death!"

Then he raised his hand and patted him, and saw the densely popped human figures on the walls of the whole hall, and then dozens of bald and glossy puppets poured out from all directions, Zhang Chengling ran out, and did not escape. I ran into a puppet full of arms, the puppet was quite rude, and raised his arms to open him.

Zhou Zishu immediately popped out with his fingers, hitting Zhang Chengling's knee, and told him to "knob" and fell to the ground with a thud, and then he barely avoided it. Zhang Chengling crawled over the ground with a roll, and looked around for a week with his mouth open, sighing: " Master, aren't we here in Yincao Difu? "

Zhou Zishu sighed, knowing that he was born with the word "delicate", he patted Wen Kexing's arm, sandwiched Zhang Chengling between them, and stood back against Wen Kexing, whispering: " This dummy is hard and undead, but it is also good. "

Wen Kexing wondered: "What else is good?"

Zhou Zishu said: "One is not jumping, the other is stupid."

While he was talking, two puppets had attacked from both sides, Wen Kexing was holding Zhang Chengling, and Zhou Zishu seemed to have a rhinoceros, and leaped in two directions at the same time. The two puppets immediately lost their targets and bumped into each other. Together, lingering on the ground.

Wen Kexing glanced at him and covered Zhang Chengling's eyes with a wry smile, and sighed, "The one who is up and down, looks like the Spring Palace is moving."

As soon as Zhou Zishu fell to the ground, a man immediately hit him with a big stick and smashed him. He turned around and flickered away. He felt a pain from the chest to his throat, which was like a fire. I'm afraid a slight cough could bring out a mouthful of blood. Then he bit his teeth firmly and held back his cough.

The puppet didn't hit a stick, and continued to chase unwillingly. When his chest swept across, Zhou Zishu leaned back and ducked away, Wen Kexing saw it, and couldn't help but said with emotion: "This waist is really soft."

Then before raising the third stick of the puppet, he raised his hand and threw Zhang Chengling into the volley. Seeing Zhang Chengling's six gods waving his arms and legs, like a toad cramp, he said, "I teach you Did your sword invite you to dinner? "

Zhang Chengling uttered "ah" and rushed to the doll that was pressing Zhou Zishu, standing high, and threw the doll out of balance. One man and one man fell at the same time, and he rubbed in a panic. Jumping up with a sore buttock, he panicked and asked, "Senior, I ... what should I do?"

Taking the opportunity to take a breath, Zhou Zishu grabbed his collar, threw him back to Wen Kexing again, and said in his mouth, "Don't make a mess."

The three of them were purely implicated, and the situation was not bad. Ye Baiyi, who spoke directly and offended the host here, was miserable. The dense dolls surrounded him so tightly that the old things were getting older and getting older. Be stubborn, you have to stubbornly confront those puppets, and just listen to the "cracking" over there, it is as lively as the New Year.

Zhou Zishu reached out his fist against his chest, forced a bite of sweet blood back, and said to Wenke, who came by, "This won't work, I'm afraid it won't last long. Who knows how much **** there is in this ghost place?"

Wen Kexing said: "This place is called Xinzhuang. I see that there is only one living thing, and the rest are all this stuff."

Zhou Zishu narrowed his eyes: "It makes sense, and it seems that only one can be killed."

The two looked at each other, and they were not good dates. Wen Kexing once again threw Zhang Chengling as the slave of the high mountain slave and watched him overwhelmed with a weeping cry. Zhou Zishu flew forward and rushed out before the fallen puppet threw his arm to the death of the little ghost. , Tossed him aside, then lightly touched the ground with his toes, and flew like a swallow at the weird man in a wheelchair.

The man whispered, "Another one is looking for death." Leaning back, he saw a dozen iron chains suddenly flying under the wooden wheelchair, with a spear tied in front of each chain, from all directions Direct shot to Zhou Zishu.

Zhou Zi took a sigh of relief, a catty drop fell from the air, swayed under his feet, and swayed behind a cricket, and the spear that followed immediately would hit the puppet, the tip of the gun bent back, but the iron cable would The puppet wrapped the bitch.

Zhou Zishu threw it out with long sleeves, and said in his mouth, "Don't you use a hidden weapon?"

The weird was startled, slammed the handle of the wheelchair, and suddenly held up an iron umbrella, but after waiting for a while, nothing happened-these scary cheap tricks were learned by Zhou Zishu and Gu Xiang, and they don't care now Any master who is low-handed is not polite, and he uses it to him.

The weird man found that he was fooled and irritated and waved the iron umbrella, but there was no figure of Zhou Zishu in front of him. He couldn't care about Ye Baiyi either. He looked around and heard someone laugh on the roof: "I said stupid, you Why give a mallet a needle? "

The weird man looked up, Wen Kexing descended from the air, holding a large stick that fell out of which puppet, and smashed it in the head. Who knows where on the wheelchair suddenly burst into a billowing explosion? Wen Kexing could see the nemesis, yelled at the stick with a strong blow, and flew the ball out. He didn't notice where the thing was hit by him. After all, he heard Ye Baiyi roar: "Do you die, boy Wen?"

Wen Kexing rolled over in the air and looked back. When he saw Ye Baiyi's gray-faced face, he immediately rejoiced and turned to the wheelchair geek and said, "Hurry up, give me another ball."

He only made the wheelchair so smoky, but he didn't wait for any response. He just heard a clear howling sound in his ear. As soon as he tilted his head, he saw a clear sword light. He pointed directly at his throat, and he Knowing that he was terrible, he didn't dare to enlarging it. He opened the iron umbrella and stood in front of himself again, and then he planned to escape from this hall.

The next moment, the man in the wheelchair stopped moving, and his eyes were wider than the average person's two circles, and he looked down unbelievably. He didn't expect that the other person's hand was actually A soft sword, a soft sword that can be controlled at will.

This was the last thought in his mind-Zhou Zishu's white clothes penetrated his throat.

Zhou Zishu succeeded in a blow, and did not stop. He heard that the puppet was chasing after him, and he jumped into the air without turning his head back. Since jumping over the wheelchair, the puppet hit an obstacle and immediately hit him with a stick. With a sound, I shattered the incredible magical wooden chair, the parts of the machine fell all over the floor, and then all the puppets in this hall stopped as if they had been fixed.

Zhou Zishu fell to the ground, and while the long-awaited Wen Kexing immediately reached out to catch him, he kissed him on the face and praised, "Good sword!"

Zhou Zishu wiped his face as if he was drooling after being licked by the dog, pushed him away, and said blankly, "So cheap."

With a somber face, Ye Baiyi picked up Zhang Chengling, who was tripped on the ground by a fallen puppet, and strode over without saying a word. He patted Wen Kexing with one palm, and the latter hid with a hippie smile. Wen Ke Xingbian hides and said: "Oh old senior, why do you still care about these trivial matters with the younger generation?"

Zhou Zishu sighed, coughed lowly, and sat weakly on a fallen puppet, saying, "You two will stop for a while, I say old Mr. Ye, who is not a rice bucket, you have a look at it. These institutions, think of getting us out. "

Ye Baiyi glanced at the fragmented wooden wheelchair, and said, "All the organs have been smashed by you, make a fart." Turning and striding toward the wall hole where the wheelchair stranger came out, Zhang Chengling rushed over and asked quietly: " Are you okay, Master? "

The child was stabbed several times by two people as stones, but he did not cherish resentment. He was still thinking about his master's injury. Zhou Zishu called his pure and caring eyes, and suddenly felt that he was not Something is gone, so it is rare to say gently in the wind: "It doesn't matter."

Zhang Chengling then squatted down with his back to him: "Master, I'll walk with you on my back."

Zhou Zishu laughed and laughed, patted his shoulder, stood up and said, "Okay, I don't expect you."

After only two steps, Wen Kexing could not help but came over and stopped him. Zhou Zishu said comfortably that this guy was not enough to take advantage of him, and then hit his elbow to hit him. Wen Kexing said: "You save effort For a while, the old foodie will have to count on you to fight if you can't play with these institutions. "

Zhou Zishu thought about it too, and leaned on him by his strength. He felt relaxed, and felt that he was almost falling apart.

This is right, just listen to Ye Baiyi saying, "You all come."

The three followed up the hole in the wall, and there were no holes in there. The entire wall was complicated and complicated, and it was actually a map of Xinzhuang.

Wen Kexing looked up dumbly and looked around for a while, before he said, "This ... even if it's for me, I don't understand."

Zhou Zishu chuckled, "It's great, so am I."

Ye Baiyi glanced at the two of them, and finally he was speechless. He directed Zhang Chengling, "You follow me." Zhang Chengling kept up with him, and saw Ye Baiyi touching the wall and touching it on the wall. I didn't know what the tinkering was, but the wall opened at once, exposing the various organs inside, which was simply amazing.

Zhou Zishu looked up and sighed, "This man who built Jianzhuang is really a strange man." Zhang Chengling gave Ye Baiyi a fight, and he tossed for a long time, just listening to the roar, that room Ding Lian opened a wall next to it, revealing a row of steps.

The four of them walked up carefully, and they didn't know how far they had gone. Several of them even returned to the ground, with wind, sunshine, and plants—a nice little yard.

Ye Baiyi said: "This is the real Xinzhuang."

He looked around and suddenly strode to a small iron fence hut at the door. The room was under a big tree, spooky, the windows and the door were sealed. It was like It's a prison.

Ye Baiyi took the palm of his hand and lifted the iron door down. Then the art master pushed the door boldly, and the three followed him, and then stood with Ye Baiyi-only in this small prison There is a bed, a person tied to it by a large iron chain.

An old man with gray hair and eyes blind, because he has been blind in the dark for a long time, as if he heard a voice, turned his head, his skinny body can't help shrinking.

For a long while, Ye Baiyi asked, "Are you ... a dragon sparrow?"

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The bad road has been customized ~ I'm sorry everyone, the first time I made this thing, it was a little clumsy, and some children said that the cover was too ugly, cover my face ...

I must make it as decent as possible when driving Qiye

The man looked at his face, but in his thirties, he was a paralyzed, with his limbs shrunk to the size of a child, and his exposed arms shriveled, only his head was large, and his neck was crooked to one side. Not like people at all, terrible. He was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, and the wheelchair slowly slipped out of the hole.

Ye Baiyi frowned slowly, staring at the man, and suddenly said, "You are not a dragon sparrow."

The finches and his Xinzhuang have been legends for decades, and the real finches can never be so young. The man in the wheelchair gave a sharp laugh and said, "I am certainly not."

His eyes were huge, and Wen Kexing secretly bit Zhou Zhoushu's ear and said, "Do you think his eyes are going to fall out?"

Zhou Zishu only felt that he was boring. It seemed that no matter what the occasion, he had to be pinpointed and bored once to get back the book, so he ignored him.

Just listening to the man in the wheelchair screamed, "Who are you? How dare you break into Xinzhuang?"

Ye Baiyi looked at the man and felt that he was weird and strange. He was not like a good guy, so he reluctantly pressed his temper and said in a human tone: "I have something to see the dragon bird."

In Ye Baiyi's words, this was a good word, but in the ears of others, it was still a stupid and rude idiot, so the man in the wheelchair turned his head, and Jushu's eyes looked up and down. For a long while, he chuckled coldly, "The old immortal bone dregs of the finches are gone, what are you asking him for?"

The ditch between Ye Baiyi's eyebrows grew deeper and deeper, staring at the human being: "The finches died? How did they die?"

The man in the wheelchair proudly said, "Of course I killed it."

This is too incredible. When the three masters of the world trespassed into Xinzhuang, they were also very embarrassed and almost broke inside. With a person who couldn't even walk, he could enter unscathed and kill the owner of Xinzhuang ?

Ye Baiyi apparently did not know what was implicit, and looked at the person, saying, "Don't fart anymore, if you can kill the finches by yourself, I can shake the tree, unless you are his son, let him lie down. Let you chop whatever you want. "

Upon hearing this, Wen Kexing knew that it was going to be bad, and immediately said to Zhang Chengling: "Go out, run away!"

Sure enough, before his words were heard, the weird man in the wheelchair yelled, "Look for death!"

Then he raised his hand and patted him, and saw the densely popped human figures on the walls of the whole hall, and then dozens of bald and glossy puppets poured out from all directions, Zhang Chengling ran out, and did not escape. I ran into a puppet full of arms, the puppet was quite rude, and raised his arms to open him.

Zhou Zishu immediately popped out with his fingers, hitting Zhang Chengling's knee, and told him to "knob" and fell to the ground with a thud, and then he barely avoided it. Zhang Chengling crawled over the ground with a roll, and looked around for a week with his mouth open, sighing: " Master, aren't we here in Yincao Difu? "

Zhou Zishu sighed, knowing that he was born with the word "delicate", he patted Wen Kexing's arm, sandwiched Zhang Chengling between them, and stood back against Wen Kexing, whispering: " This dummy is hard and undead, but it is also good. "

Wen Kexing wondered: "What else is good?"

Zhou Zishu said: "One is not jumping, the other is stupid."

While he was talking, two puppets had attacked from both sides, Wen Kexing was holding Zhang Chengling, and Zhou Zishu seemed to have a rhinoceros, and leaped in two directions at the same time. The two puppets immediately lost their targets and bumped into each other. Together, lingering on the ground.

Wen Kexing glanced at him and covered Zhang Chengling's eyes with a wry smile, and sighed, "The one who is up and down, looks like the Spring Palace is moving."

As soon as Zhou Zishu fell to the ground, a man immediately hit him with a big stick and smashed him. He turned around and flickered away. He felt a pain from the chest to his throat, which was like a fire. I'm afraid a slight cough could bring out a mouthful of blood. Then he bit his teeth firmly and held back his cough.

The puppet didn't hit a stick, and continued to chase unwillingly. When his chest swept across, Zhou Zishu leaned back and ducked away, Wen Kexing saw it, and couldn't help but said with emotion: "This waist is really soft."

Then before raising the third stick of the puppet, he raised his hand and threw Zhang Chengling into the volley. Seeing Zhang Chengling's six gods waving his arms and legs, like a toad cramp, he said, "I teach you Did your sword invite you to dinner? "

Zhang Chengling uttered "ah" and rushed to the doll that was pressing Zhou Zishu, standing high, and threw the doll out of balance. One man and one man fell at the same time, and he rubbed in a panic. Jumping up with a sore buttock, he panicked and asked, "Senior, I ... what should I do?"

Taking the opportunity to take a breath, Zhou Zishu grabbed his collar, threw him back to Wen Kexing again, and said in his mouth, "Don't make a mess."

The three of them were purely implicated, and the situation was not bad. Ye Baiyi, who spoke directly and offended the host here, was miserable. The dense dolls surrounded him so tightly that the old things were getting older and getting older. Be stubborn, you have to stubbornly confront those puppets, and just listen to the "cracking" over there, it is as lively as the New Year.

Zhou Zishu reached out his fist against his chest, forced a bite of sweet blood back, and said to Wenke, who came by, "This won't work, I'm afraid it won't last long. Who knows how much **** there is in this ghost place?"

Wen Kexing said: "This place is called Xinzhuang. I see that there is only one living thing, and the rest are all this stuff."

Zhou Zishu narrowed his eyes: "It makes sense, and it seems that only one can be killed."

The two looked at each other, and they were not good dates. Wen Kexing once again threw Zhang Chengling as the slave of the high mountain slave and watched him overwhelmed with a weeping cry. Zhou Zishu flew forward and rushed out before the fallen puppet threw his arm to the death of the little ghost. , Tossed him aside, then lightly touched the ground with his toes, and flew like a swallow at the weird man in a wheelchair.

The man whispered, "Another one is looking for death." Leaning back, he saw a dozen iron chains suddenly flying under the wooden wheelchair, with a spear tied in front of each chain, from all directions Direct shot to Zhou Zishu.

Zhou Zi took a sigh of relief, a catty drop fell from the air, swayed under his feet, and swayed behind a cricket, and the spear that followed immediately would hit the puppet, the tip of the gun bent back, but the iron cable would The puppet wrapped the bitch.

Zhou Zishu threw it out with long sleeves, and said in his mouth, "Don't you use a hidden weapon?"

The weird was startled, slammed the handle of the wheelchair, and suddenly held up an iron umbrella, but after waiting for a while, nothing happened-these scary cheap tricks were learned by Zhou Zishu and Gu Xiang, and they don't care now Any master who is low-handed is not polite, and he uses it to him.

The weird man found that he was fooled and irritated and waved the iron umbrella, but there was no figure of Zhou Zishu in front of him. He couldn't care about Ye Baiyi either. He looked around and heard someone laugh on the roof: "I said stupid, you Why give a mallet a needle? "

The weird man looked up, Wen Kexing descended from the air, holding a large stick that fell out of which puppet, and smashed it in the head. Who knows where on the wheelchair suddenly burst into a billowing explosion? Wen Kexing could see the nemesis, yelled at the stick with a strong blow, and flew the ball out. He didn't notice where the thing was hit by him. After all, he heard Ye Baiyi roar: "Do you die, boy Wen?"

Wen Kexing rolled over in the air and looked back. When he saw Ye Baiyi's gray-faced face, he immediately rejoiced and turned to the wheelchair geek and said, "Hurry up, give me another ball."

He only made the wheelchair so smoky, but he didn't wait for any response. He just heard a clear howling sound in his ear. As soon as he tilted his head, he saw a clear sword light. He pointed directly at his throat, and he Knowing that he was terrible, he didn't dare to enlarging it. He opened the iron umbrella and stood in front of himself again, and then he planned to escape from this hall.

The next moment, the man in the wheelchair stopped moving, and his eyes were wider than the average person's two circles, and he looked down unbelievably. He didn't expect that the other person's hand was actually A soft sword, a soft sword that can be controlled at will.

This was the last thought in his mind-Zhou Zishu's white clothes penetrated his throat.

Zhou Zishu succeeded in a blow, and did not stop. He heard that the puppet was chasing after him, and he jumped into the air without turning his head back. Since jumping over the wheelchair, the puppet hit an obstacle and immediately hit him with a stick. With a sound, I shattered the incredible magical wooden chair, the parts of the machine fell all over the floor, and then all the puppets in this hall stopped as if they had been fixed.

Zhou Zishu fell to the ground, and while the long-awaited Wen Kexing immediately reached out to catch him, he kissed him on the face and praised, "Good sword!"

Zhou Zishu wiped his face as if he was drooling after being licked by the dog, pushed him away, and said blankly, "So cheap."

With a somber face, Ye Baiyi picked up Zhang Chengling, who was tripped on the ground by a fallen puppet, and strode over without saying a word. He patted Wen Kexing with one palm, and the latter hid with a hippie smile. Wen Ke Xingbian hides and said: "Oh old senior, why do you still care about these trivial matters with the younger generation?"

Zhou Zishu sighed, coughed lowly, and sat weakly on a fallen puppet, saying, "You two will stop for a while, I say old Mr. Ye, who is not a rice bucket, you have a look at it. These institutions, think of getting us out. "

Ye Baiyi glanced at the fragmented wooden wheelchair, and said, "All the organs have been smashed by you, make a fart." Turning and striding toward the wall hole where the wheelchair stranger came out, Zhang Chengling rushed over and asked quietly: " Are you okay, Master? "

The child was stabbed several times by two people as stones, but he did not cherish resentment. He was still thinking about his master's injury. Zhou Zishu called his pure and caring eyes, and suddenly felt that he was not Something is gone, so it is rare to say gently in the wind: "It doesn't matter."

Zhang Chengling then squatted down with his back to him: "Master, I'll walk with you on my back."

Zhou Zishu laughed and laughed, patted his shoulder, stood up and said, "Okay, I don't expect you."

After only two steps, Wen Kexing could not help but came over and stopped him. Zhou Zishu said comfortably that this guy was not enough to take advantage of him, and then hit his elbow to hit him. Wen Kexing said: "You save effort For a while, the old foodie will have to count on you to fight if you can't play with these institutions. "

Zhou Zishu thought about it too, and leaned on him by his strength. He felt relaxed, and felt that he was almost falling apart.

This is right, just listen to Ye Baiyi saying, "You all come."

The three followed up the hole in the wall, and there were no holes in there. The entire wall was complicated and complicated, and it was actually a map of Xinzhuang.

Wen Kexing looked up dumbly and looked around for a while, before he said, "This ... even if it's for me, I don't understand."

Zhou Zishu chuckled, "It's great, so am I."

Ye Baiyi glanced at the two of them, and finally he was speechless. He directed Zhang Chengling, "You follow me." Zhang Chengling kept up with him, and saw Ye Baiyi touching the wall and touching it on the wall. I didn't know what the tinkering was, but the wall opened at once, exposing the various organs inside, which was simply amazing.

Zhou Zishu looked up and sighed, "This man who built Jianzhuang is really a strange man." Zhang Chengling gave Ye Baiyi a fight, and he tossed for a long time, just listening to the roar, that room Ding Lian opened a wall next to it, revealing a row of steps.

The four of them walked up carefully, and they didn't know how far they had gone. Several of them even returned to the ground, with wind, sunshine, and plants—a nice little yard.

Ye Baiyi said: "This is the real Xinzhuang."

He looked around and suddenly strode to a small iron fence hut at the door. The room was under a big tree, spooky, the windows and the door were sealed. It was like It's a prison.

Ye Baiyi took the palm of his hand and lifted the iron door down. Then the art master pushed the door boldly, and the three followed him, and then stood with Ye Baiyi-only in this small prison There is a bed, a person tied to it by a large iron chain.

An old man with gray hair and eyes blind, because he has been blind in the dark for a long time, as if he heard a voice, turned his head, his skinny body can't help shrinking.

For a long while, Ye Baiyi asked, "Are you ... a dragon sparrow?"

The author has something to say:

The bad road has been customized ~ I'm sorry everyone, the first time I made this thing, it was a little clumsy, and some children said that the cover was too ugly, cover my face ...

I must make it as decent as possible when driving Qiye