Holy Bone

Chapter 61 Bad Omen
It was getting darker.

Darkness shrouded Shenjiabao after night.

Yang Chengan pushed the door open and returned home.

Then close the door and insert the latch.

After he locked the door, he turned to look at the dark Dazhuangzi, there was no light from the lights, Yang Chengan, who was only about ten years old and half a young man, sighed as a young man.

"Dad and mother went to bed early again today, because they were too tired and forgot to light the lamp oil?"

Yang Chengan clapped the dust on his hands, and slowly touched the dark room with the last dim light before dark.

In the empty yard, the footsteps sounded crisp and silent.

"Father, mother, I'm back."

Yang Chengan shouted.

But in the dark room, no one responded to him.

"Daddy, have you eaten?"

"I'm hungry."

"What are you eating at home today?"

In the empty dark village, no one answered.

Yang Chengan seemed to have long been used to such a deserted scene. He dragged the lonely figure alone and walked to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Yang Chengan walked into the dimly lit kitchen. He felt the darkness and brought a small bench. The man stood on tiptoe on the small bench, carefully lay on the stovetop with only a vague dark outline, and lifted the lid of the pot.

Yang Chengan smiled happily.

Sure enough, in the pot was the dinner that his father and mother specially reserved for him before going to bed.

Yang Chengan stood on the small bench and tried to stand on tiptoe. Most of his body was lying on the stovetop, and only then did he reach the bowl of rice in the pot.

It's just that dinner was cold.

The originally hot dinner has cooled down.

Yang Chengan sighed, it had been a long time since he had a hot meal with his parents, and every time he always had a cold meal, he felt a little bit of conflict and grievance in his heart.

Holding the bowl, he squatted at the door of the kitchen, looking at the last dim light before the night, and wanted to finish today's dinner before it was completely dark.

just.

Dinner had just entered, Yang Chengan frowned.

"Today's food is a little stinky..."

But Yang Chengan still ate it with relish.

The last faint light before it was completely dark revealed that it was a bowl of cold hard rice with colorful mildew spots, and the rice was covered with a few pieces of fat...

……

……

"Little brother, it's strange to say that the little boy's voice is still on the corner of the corner. When we chased here, the person actually disappeared."

"I don't know if this is a person or what?"

Shenjiabao, an old Taoist priest with a pair of cloth shoes on his feet, rolled up his trousers, curled hair on one leg, and a Taoist robe still tied around his waist, stood at the intersection and said to Jinan in confusion.

"Little brother, it's already dark here, and a blind search is not a solution. According to the old way, I think, why don't we find a place to hibernate quietly, how about using static brakes?"

"If Feng Zhaotou and the others are really trapped in this fort, there will definitely be some news at that time."

"It's better than looking around like a headless fly like it is now."

Jin An thought about it and felt that the old Taoist had a point. He decided to find a random family to live in near the intersection.

"Little brother, why don't we choose the big Zhuangzi that looks more upscale?"

"The old Taoist travels around the five lakes, travels south and north, and usually uses the land temple and the wild temple as the quilt. I have never lived in Dazhuangzi in my life."

"Although this is the underworld of the dead, and the houses here are all Yin houses, but the ants' legs are also meat, and the Yin House Dazhuangzi is also a Yin House."

Near the intersection of the fingers of the old Taoist priest, there is another Dazhuangzi, which is dark and quiet.The big Zhuangzi was quiet and didn't hear any unusual movements, so he should be safe.

"Da Zhuangzi is too complicated, and it is not conducive to the vigil."

"In case of a sudden accident, there is no way to save people in time, or to rush out in time."

Jin Anchao glanced at Dazhuangzi, whom the old Taoist was referring to, then turned around again and stopped looking at it.

"Old God, if you like to live alone in the Great Yin House, don't worry, I will never stop you."

Hearing what Jin An said, the old Taoist smiled embarrassedly, and continued to follow behind Jin An cheekily.

Jin An went from house to house trying to open the door. After trying six or seven houses, he finally found a villager's house whose door was not locked.

That night.

deeper.

Jin An and the old Taoist inspected the room and saw that there was no hidden danger, so they settled down.

However, in order to prevent it from being too dazzling and causing any danger, the two did not light a bonfire or candle in the house.

But groping in darkness.

Fortunately, after Jinan practiced martial arts, his internal organs were conditioned and nourished, and his eyesight was stronger than that of ordinary people. In the dark environment around him, he could still barely see the outlines of things around him.

The night was getting darker.

The two were quietly dormant in the house.

Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

In the darkness, there was a screeching sound like something.

"What are you doing, old god?"

"Hiding in the dark and touching, what are you touching?"

Originally, the horizontal knife was placed on his lap and guarded by the window. Jin An, who was in charge of the night watch while meditating and practicing, was so noisy from the old Taoist priest that he couldn't meditate, and glared at the old Taoist priest who was dishonest in the dark.

In the darkness, the old Taoist said embarrassingly: "Little brother, old Taoist, I always feel a little uneasy, so I want to find a brush and cinnabar from the Taiji gossip, and write some words to ward off evil spirits and exorcism for the doors and windows of this room. Zhuan", beware of being attacked by evil spirits at night..."

"But in the end, Lao Dao found out, Lao Dao, my eyes are dark, like a blind man crossing a river, there is nowhere to write, so I am putting the brush and cinnabar back into the shackles."

Afterwards, the house was quiet again.

But the old Taoist hasn't been quiet for a long time, click, click, click...

In the quiet room at night, a strange movement sounded, which sounded sharp and harsh, like the sharp and harsh sound of a sharp fingernail scratching a hard object.

"Old god, what are you doing this time?"

In the darkness, Jin An opened his eyes again.

Unexpectedly, the old Taoist suppressed his voice with a face full of grievances and shouted injustice: "Little brother, this time it is really not the movement made by the old Taoist. This sound... It came from the bed board under the old Taoist's ass."

At this time, the expression on the old Taoist priest's face was as wonderful as it could be.

He was sitting on pins and needles, and he didn't dare to move even half of his buttocks. He looked in the direction of Jin'an pitifully for help, and he almost pointed out that there is someone under my bed, little brother!
click...

click...

The scratching of the nails continued.

Jin An listened carefully this time.

The scratching of the nails really came from under the bed where the old god stick was sitting under the buttocks.

"what?"

"Old god stick, get out of the way!"

sulfuric acid!
Jin An pulled out the long knife, grabbed the edge of the bed with his left hand, and lifted the wooden bed that weighed dozens of pounds with one arm. The muscles of the arm holding the knife in his right hand were tensed, ready to use the knife at any time, and cut over the things that rushed out from under the bed. ...

But just as Jin An lifted the bed, the abnormal sound of fingernails scratching under the bed disappeared.There was nothing under the bed, nothing.

however!
However, Jin An was under the bed board and saw a lot of yellow talismans to ward off evil spirits.

The number is no less than twenty or thirty, and almost all the bed boards are covered!
"Master Sanqing is on top!"

"This is a bad omen!"

The old Taoist took a deep breath.

(End of this chapter)