Chapter 79 Night Market

Accompanied by Liang Qiufeng's roar, the wriggling of the paper's brain became faster and faster. Hundreds of sheets of paper are rubbed together, and the sound can be so harsh, reminiscent of the sound of a large group of insects flapping their wings.

The light emitted from the brain is even more dazzling, like a scorching sun, and the surrounding air is distorted. Chen Xiaoling felt threatened, took a small step back, and also put the talisman paper on himself, the coolness surged through his body, eliminating the blazing heat.

Although she is only a member of the Chen family, she also understands the simple techniques of the aristocratic family. After calming down, it is no problem to protect herself.

Lu Yingjiu patted Jingxian's shoulder: "Liang Qiufeng will solve it for you, and I will deal with the brain."

Jingxian said: "Why didn't I solve the brain? The brain is much bigger than the ghost. According to the corresponding principle, I should be let on, because I am taller than you, stronger than you, and last longer than you..."

Lu Yingjiu: ? ? ?

He slapped Jing Xian on the back and interrupted his words, and couldn't bear it any longer: "If you want to go, go quickly!"

Jingxian got his wish and looked at the paper brain.

—— Soon Lu Yingjiu understood why Jingxian was obsessed with his brain.

Not because of some bullshit correspondence principle.

Jing Xian hugged the hair balls with one hand and jumped onto the railing with ease. As soon as he stepped on it, Yin Feng carried him into the air. He looked condescendingly at the brain, at the countless rolling and folded sheets of paper.

Then the hairball was thrown.

The hair balls fell round and round, because the weight directly crushed the paper, but at least it stood firm. It was surrounded by self-portraits with a dazed face, looking left and right.

Then the storm started sucking in the paper!

Eating it is called a happy, that is called a happy, blah blah blah blah...

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He looked back in despair.

Looking back on the corridor, Liang Qiufeng was still furious.

When he got closer, Lu Yingjiu noticed that he was holding something like a baton in his hand, and with a flick of it, the solid ground was torn apart. He stared at Lu Yingjiu, and it meant that he could smash his head into pieces with this thing.

Lu Yingjiu took a deep breath, calmed down the anger of wanting to beat Jingxian, pulled out his short knife, and gradually accelerated his pace...

Go faster, go faster.

He took big strides and jumped up when he approached Liang Qiufeng!

The baton swept under him, and the gust of wind lifted the corner of his clothes, revealing half of his fair waist. The height of his jump was just right, not one point lower, and it was definitely not one point higher when the baton touched the corner of his clothes, so stingy and self-confident that he wouldn't even do any extra moves.

He flipped over the baton, and the blade fell in a perfect arc.

Cut Liang Qiufeng's throat.

Large tracts of blood gushed from the wound, and the smell of fish exploded in the air. And this Specter's offensive continued unabated, and the upper body made a weird clucking sound, and it turned 180 degrees directly!

Ordinary people are so twisted, the spine and nerves are broken early, and they can't move. But Liang Qiufeng didn't even move slowly, and the stick went straight to Lu Yingjiu!

In the air, Lu Yingjiu didn't take advantage of it at all.

unavoidable.

He didn't change his face, and he squeezed another way. saw two thin pieces of paper slipped out of his cuffs, and instantly looked like a small paper man. They flew up by Lifeng and rotated on the baton.

Then they stepped their steps and rushed away. They followed the baton to Liang Qiufeng's wrist, left and right, stretched out their hands and clamped his joints, struggling.

"Click!"

The entire wrist was twisted! Liang Qiufeng's right hand hanging down softly, and then caught the unstable weapon. The ten centimeters of the baton were almost unattractive, and the marble floor was cracking.

The movement of the paper man seemed to be fluttering, but it was extremely fast. The whole process did not exceed half a second, and it was not ambiguous when he broke his wrist.

Lu Yingjiu fell steadily, turned his sword, and changed from a positive hand to a backhand. He grabbed the opponent's shoulder like an iron pliers, slammed into his heart sharply with one hand, and turned fiercely.

The runes of the knife lit up sharply, and the power of the spell surged, which contaminated the blood of the ghost.

Liang Qiufeng's face immediately burst with black, snake-like blue veins, spreading down to his neck, to his chest, to his limbs, and all over his body. The yin qi and the talisman were fighting in the body, and the flesh body couldn't bear the power, and it was about to burst. At the dying moment, he still has to reach out to grab Lu Yingjiu, his nails are as sharp as a blade, and the cold light is like a knife!

Blood blood flowing out of the mouth, dripping on the ground.

His eyes were empty, and there seemed to be some emotions. He shouted vaguely: "Dongdong, Dad miss you so much."

After speaking, the stretched hand was meal.

It turned out to be carefully put away the weapon -like nails.

—— Although the short knife of Lu Yingjiu was inserted in his heart, he was still careful and wanted to touch the cheek of the wine with his hands.

Lu Yingjiu remembered that Liang Qiufeng's son Liang Dongdong committed suicide because of depression.

If Liang Dongdong is still alive, he should be about the same age as himself.

There was no expression on his face, but his heart was soft.

Perhaps parents in the world are probably the same.

He thought of Zhuang Xue, the warm yellow light in the old house, and the gently snorting when she split the flower, and she had a light incense on her body. The dog tail grass in the vase was swaying in the wind and fluffy.

So he stood still.

Ask Liang Qiufeng's hand on his side face, and smiled weakly: "Dongdong, Dad is so happy, you are so old ..."

The complex emotions flashed in those turbid eyes.

It seemed to be alive at this moment.

However, Li Gui's soberness is short -lived, and it is a flash in the pan.

The complex emotions were instantly swallowed.

Everything happened suddenly. Liang Qiufeng's face was fierce, with a sharp scream, no longer gentle in his hands, and his nails scratched to Lu Yingjiu's neck!

Lu Yingjiu had expected, and never let go of all the vigilance.

He sighed lightly in his heart, and took a lightly step back, avoiding the fatal scratching, and the rune paper on his hand ignited the light

"boom!!"

Liang Qiufeng turned his eyes and fell.

Behind him, there was a Chen Xiaoling holding high heels.

Her high heels, the heels have a heel of ten centimeters, known as the weapon. Usually she stepped on the tiger and tiger, painted a lipstick, and every time she stepped on the enemy's head.

——New, she is carefully selected for her shoes and prepares to recover a city in front of her leisure fairy.

Now she lost to the Great Fairy.

But this high heels are really falling on the enemy's head.

Lu Yingjiu was clearly seen, and the heel was stained with blood, and a drop of dripping flowed down.

Chen Xiaoling threw high heels on the ground, arched with high heels with his right foot, and tied his strap with a gently hook his hand. Liang Qiufeng was still struggling at her feet, making a hoarse roar, and reached out to grab her feet.

"You can also touch your sister's jade foot?!" Chen Xiaoling sneered, raised his feet, and stepped on his head politely.

These feet are full of strength.

"Bang Bang!"

Liang Qiufeng remained motionless and died of speed.

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

It's too violent.

After Chen Xiaoling resolved the ghost, it was refreshing. She was still upset because of Lu Yingjiu, and she was completely comfortable now.

She patted her hands and asked Lu Yingjiu: "Are there any ghosts to be solved?"

Lu Yingjiu looked back.

The hair balls are still nibbling away at the giant brain - a terrifying scene if the brain wasn't made of a self-portrait.

The sharp paper poured on it, but it was torn by the leisurely wind.

The hair balls are covered by Jing Xian, and they can sit back and relax, and eat more and more cheerfully. He ate most of his head in no time.

Chen Xiaoling said, "Did your two husbands abuse it? How can it be ate paper like he has never eaten meals for a lifetime, how pity."

"It's hungry." Lu Yingjiu said, "I haven't eaten in three minutes."

Chen Xiaoling: "..."

The paper flew in the hall.

The entire brain collapsed, leaving only countless pieces of paper in the air.

As it disappears, the flesh -like walls sinking slowly.

The exit of the rainy museum appeared in front of everyone.

The exhibits are quiet and intact, and the handwriting on the wall is still clear. In the center of the hall, the patient's self -portrait recovered and bathed quietly in the moonlight.

hair balls woohoo woohoo chasing a piece of rotten paper.

Lu Yingjiu jumped down with the railing, picked it up, staring his eyes fiercely.

He was leisurely self -knowledge, and when he was about to speak, Chen Xiaoling interrupted them: "Oh, the little couple quarreled and waited for noisy, let's leave from this breaking place first, I don't want to stay."

She took the lead in the door and murmured while walking: "I still want to lie to me to stay and eat dog food, I want to be beautiful ..."

...

Outside the Rainy Museum, the moon is bright and the stars are rare.

There was no light everywhere, only the ticket office was still lit, and the old man was sleeping soundly with his glasses on.

It's almost closing time.

Looking back, the museum was silent, as if nothing had happened.

"This is a good museum." Chen Xiaoling said finally, "Following tourists will like it."

"Well," Lu Yingjiu nodded, "If Liang Qiufeng is still sober, he must be very happy to see more people coming."

They didn't alert the old man and went out quietly.

Following the route he walked during the day, through the streets and alleys, Lu Yingjiu found the location of the fire homestay.

The ruins after the fire have been cleaned up, leaving charred traces on the ground, and the yin qi can still be vaguely felt - even though Liang Qiufeng is dead, the soul of the tour group still lingers here.

Lu Yingjiu placed eight talismans around him.

After setting it up, he squeezed a trick.

The talisman burned quietly and slowly on this windless night, with orange-red flames licking the night.

The yin qi is slowly dissipating, and the charred black on the ground has also become lighter.

This time, because there are five ghosts, the dispelling process is a bit slow. In the night, Jing Xian stood beside Lu Yingjiu, a gust of wind blew, and he smelled the fragrance of Lu Yingjiu's hair.

He took a half step closer, took Lu Yingjiu's hand and whispered, "The night market here is famous, it's just three kilometers away, do you want to go there later?"

Lu Yingjiu glanced at him.

He was still angry that the hairballs ate the waste paper, but he just snorted and agreed.

Chen Xiaoling was waiting beside her in a skirt. She is quite a worm, and she scolded and fanned away flying insects with a magazine.

When she killed the third mosquito and took out a wet tissue to wipe her hands in disgust, a strong wind suddenly blew up on the ruins of the homestay, as if something roared over their heads.

The talisman paper just burned out.

Lu Yingjiu said, "They have already left, we can go too."

They went back the same way.

There are many pedestrians on the street, unaware of what happened today, and they are in a hurry. They stopped a taxi at the intersection, and Lu Yingjiu told the driver to go to the night market.

The driver crossed the trail with familiarity. This is the downtown area, and there are still some traffic jams on the road. From time to time, there are harsh whistles, and the lights of the cars converge into an ocean.

In the car, Lu Yingjiu sent the photo of the formation to Chen Xiaoling and asked her to check it out. Does anyone know why the Zhang family wants to go to the ghost world.

Chen Xiaoling blinked and said, "Wrap it on me. However, I'm still worried about you. Will something happen to you suddenly?"

She curled her long hair that had just been permed: "I rarely see it, when you don't tell me clearly. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster."

——Lu Yingjiu never told her that it was Tiandao who wanted to kill him.

Not deliberately hiding, but really helpless.

One night when they had just left Jianjia Middle School, the energetic and exuberant Jing Xian had just finished arguing with him. Lu Yingjiu was so sleepy, and after being pulled by Jingxian to take a hot bath, he became even more groggy and wanted to sleep.

The bed was soft, and he leaned in Jingxian's arms in a daze, letting Jingxian stroke his temples over and over with his fingertips.

After a while, Jingxian asked in a low voice, "Are you still awake?"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Lu Yingjiu: "...Well."

Jingxian said, "The less people know about the Dao of Heaven, the better. Try not to bring it up."

Bringing up this topic, Lu Yingjiu sobered up.

He opened his eyes and looked at Jingxian, his voice still drowsy: "Why?"

Thinking about it carefully, Jingxian should have known about his entanglement with Tiandao for a long time, but he never said it.

"Ordinary people shouldn't see the intentions of the Dao of Heaven. If you tell them, it's likely to bring disaster to them." Jingxian said, "That's why I haven't told you."

"But I found it now, didn't I?" Lu Yingjiu rubbed lazily in his arms.

"That's different." Jingxian stroked his black hair gently again and kissed him gently, "You are the clue that you found, this is destiny. But other people... other people shouldn't have If you are entangled with this matter, the more you know, the more dangerous it is."

Hearing this, Lu Yingjiu understood.

It is nothing but the arrogance of heaven, and it cannot allow others to know its thoughts, spy on its secrets, and covet its majesty. If he informs others without authorization, he goes against his fate and will bring bad luck instead.

But speaking of this...

Lu Yingjiu pondered for a few seconds and said, "I have tracked down the matter of 'the hour has come' before. However, many people from aristocratic families don't know about it at all, at least I didn't find any signs."

He continued: "At present, only Chen Minlan, Zhang Nianyun, Chu You—probably Ye Deyong are the only ones who clearly know about this matter. The secret seems to be kept between single-digit people."

"I thought it was strange at the time, why they didn't tell the rest of the family, but kept the secret alone. If you want to achieve your goal, it is the best way to rely on the power of the family. I only have one person, no matter how powerful I am, I can't compete with a huge The system struggles."

"Now," he looked at Jingxian's dark eyes, "I seem to understand when you say that. If they take the initiative to tell this matter and spread the information, they will harm their own family."

"Yeah." Jingxian replied in a low voice, "Didn't they suffer bad luck when they knew about this?"

Chen Minlan's family was wiped out, and even the grandson of junior high school was not spared. Zhang Nianyun committed suicide deep in the forest, and ghosts have wandered in the mountains for decades. As the head of the family, Chu You suffered a serious illness early, and spent the rest of his life in a foolish way.

No matter how you look at it, it is a tragic and sad fate.

Lu Yingjiu smiled bitterly: "They are very protective of their relatives. What is this, some kind of personal heroism? If I really want to pursue it, there is no way to anger other people. If they have the wish, it is even more so. Everyone's happy - take the burden on yourself, and the rest of the family won't even feel guilty if they benefit."

Jing Xian was speechless, reached out his hand, and smoothed his slightly frown slightly.

This trick has been very effective for Lu Yingjiu.

He really stretched his brows, hugged Jingxian back and kissed him on the corner of his lips, and said with a smile, "Okay, I won't be unhappy. I know you protected me well before, and you will be in the future."

After he said this, he wanted to go to sleep. Unexpectedly, such a kiss will give Jingxian a lot of energy.

- Spirit in every sense.

So Lu Yingjiu didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night.

The trouble was so violent that his skin rubbed against each other, his limbs touched, and even his pajamas were stained with the cold fragrance, which did not dissipate all day.

Consciously returned to the taxi to the night market.

The vehicle outside the window is blocked. Looking at Chen Xiaoling and listening to her questions, Lu Yingjiu, like Chen Minlan, chose to be silent and concealed.

He just laughed and said, "There is no problem, you can rest assured."

"Really?" Chen Xiaoling raised his chin and suspected, "Okay, then I believe you for the time being."

Blocking, the car finally came to the door of the night market.

The night market in Jinfang City is famous, and tourists are more than those on the road just now.

The lights are bright and the pedestrian is endless.

Lu Yingjiu saw it from the window, and he could see the lively shops on both sides of the road.

The flame rushed out, the barbecue master sweated his back, and he kept turning the fat beef and mutton skewers until the flesh was brownish and golden. The aroma of sugar water is permeated in the air. Milk, sago, and double -skinned milk are lined up. Through the bottom of the plastic bowl, purple taro round and caramel pearls can be seen ...

In addition, all kinds of snack shops should be available.

Chen Xiaoling looked straight.

——The is not how much she wants to eat, but because these foods are exquisitely packaged. At first glance, it is designed to take pictures for tourists. And she is a standard circle of friends, and she is uncomfortable without showing five or six days.

This night market is a great player.

She hurriedly got out of the car and left the sentence: "The old lady took a picture, the two of you slowly do it!"

After saying that he stepped on the high heels, he blinked into the pile of people.

Lu Yingjiu support.

He and Jing leisurely got off the taxi and squeezed the crowd.

The aroma of the food seduced the hair balls, which lay on Jingxian's shoulders, wagging its tail and looking left and right.

I buy three copies every time buy.

One for myself, one for Lu Yingjiu, and one for hair balls.

But in fact, he can be biased, and every time he gets it, he pulls the hair balls into Lu Yingjiu's bowl.

Fat and thin perfect braised pork.

Sweet and delicious mango sago.

Fry crispy squid and scallops.

Lu Yingjiu said no need to say no, and to hold his bowl in his bowl, he said that you need to add more nutrition, and your physical fitness is not good. Every time you do it on the bed and fall asleep.

Lu Yingjiu said, that's because you are doing it in the middle of the night, who can afford it.

Regardless of his leisure, he added meals to him, add bricks to the future night.

Lu Yingjiu didn't have much appetite, but finally formed a cycle. Jingxian kept giving him the delicious food, he ate part of it, and then fed the rest to the hair balls - it gave full play to its role as a trash can. The effect, all happily ate it.

Just walk slowly and walk slowly.

After swallowing a big elbow, the hair balls suddenly burped.

"Hiccup" it said, "Ooohhhh."

Lu Yingjiu immediately woke up: he had never heard hair balls make such a sound!

Could it be that……

Could it be indigestion?!