Mad Son-in-law

When he was still in Yancheng, Wang Jie was seven or eight years old, not very sensible, and always lost his toys.

An old mother, a domestic servant who couldn't clean up, told him a story, saying that everything is alive, even if it is a strand of hair or a bunch of snot paper, it can be refined. She also scared Wang Jie and said that once there was a child named Andy who loved to throw toys everywhere. As a result, one or two toys became fine one day, one was a cowboy riding a horse, and the other was called Buzz Lightyear... They are fierce, with blue-faced fangs...

Therefore, for a long time, Wang Jie was so frightened that he didn't dare to play with the toys, lest they become refined. Later, after finally watching an anime movie, Wang Jie knew that it was "Toy Story". The old maid is scaring herself...

However, this story was still deeply imprinted in Wang Jie's heart.

Looking at the mass of things on top of his head with teeth and claws, Wang Jie's first feeling was that it was definitely the woman whose hair had become fine. Moreover, this woman has never treated her hair for 80% of her life, otherwise, how could it be so long...

"Big brother, what's the matter? Is anyone here?" the prince asked in a flustered expression.

"No...it's okay, don't be afraid!" Wang Jie stared at the ghost on his head, panting, comforting the prince.

But it’s also strange. The prince has always been a clever ear. Couldn’t he hear the rustle of the ghost hair swinging back and forth on the top of his head?

"Big brother, my hand hurts a little when you are pulling it!" The prince whispered.

Wang Jie realized that he might be so nervous that he almost pushed the prince into a corner.

Seeing that group of dark silks was coming together little by little, Wang Jie whispered: "Prince, hurry up to the inside, I won't call you, you absolutely can't come out!"

"Oh!" The prince replied and crawled into the room obediently!

"Damn, come on, I'll fight you for a hundred rounds!" Wang Jie had no worries about his future, and with a touch of his hand, he held the bamboo chopper.

But who knows, this messy black thing doesn't know what's going on, and it suddenly puffed like a burst of fireworks, turning into countless small burning flames, scattered from the sky.

Good guy, Wang Jie fell into the fire in an instant.

Allowing the knife in Wang Jie's hand to waver, the fire head fell on his body cracklingly, and a simmering breath rose. The fire on his body started to hurt, and it was like itching again. Wang Jie screamed and slapped the pajamas that started to burst into flames...

"Made, I'm fighting it!" Wang Jie was anxious, and simply tore off his pajamas, and slapped Mars shirtlessly.

Not to mention, it was like magic. Wang Jie slapped and huffed, and the sparks and flames in front of him disappeared in an instant...

Wang Jie stood there blankly, not knowing where these weird sparks had gone!

"His..."

When he was surprised, a noise came from under his feet. When he lowered his head, Wang Jie was so scared that he was in a cold sweat. When did the black hair that had just disappeared from the ceiling reached the ground.

Swish twice, this hair has already entangled Wang Jie's feet!

Without waiting for Wang Jie to bend over and take a knife, the long hair suddenly moved, and with a snap, Wang Jie fell to the ground, and then quickly dragged it towards the back wall!

"What the hell, I killed you!" Wang Jie was so exhausted that he gritted his teeth, straightened up, and hit the hair on his feet with a knife!

Crunch...

The blade passed by, and a bunch of hair was cut off, but this thing was like mushrooms after the rain. It just broke a bunch, swish, and then reconnected.

Before Wang Jie cut the second knife, this hair had hung him upside down, like a cow and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, swaying from the ceiling.

At the same time, a paper-pierced man in the front hall staggered and walked towards him. What made Wang Jiehou's spine even more chilled was that this special paper man even held a real axe in his hand...

Where is all this?

First Zhang Dabiao set the fire in the middle of the night, and then his hair became fine again. This time, it was good. Even if he was hung up, he could even take an axe when he was hanging up.

Is this so the world is sick, or is Lao Tzu's brain sick?

"Hey Hey!"

The paper man raised his axe, and he laughed in his mouth, which made people creepy!

As soon as Wang Jie gritted his teeth, he plucked up the courage and cursed: "Spicy guy, come and chop me if you have a seed. Are you still a fool? If I can confuse you, I can tear you down!"

While cursing, Wang Jie shook his hair vigorously, drew an arc and slashed towards the paper man!

Seeing the big axe hit, his own knife was also stabbed. Wang Jie's thoughts are utterly disheartened, and the result is bound to be tragic.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion, and a stench filled his face. Wang Jie shook his body and opened his eyes. The blind Lai, who had not been seen for several months, stood in front of him, and behind the blind Lai, Zhang Da Biao also stood there with a hooded face, holding an axe in his hand...

"Father? Why are you here!" Wang Jie shouted in surprise.

A quick touch of your face, good guy, the stench is tangy...

"My God, what is this..." Wang Jie complained.

Zhang Dabiao also retched again and again, wiping the filth on his face hard...

"It's nothing, it's just the dung water from the sewer outside!" Lai Xiazi said lightly.

"It's okay? Hey!" Wang Jie spit out vigorously.

Blind Lai said dismissively: "Nonsense, compared with survival, what does this count?"

"What do you mean?" Wang Jie asked in surprise.

"What do you mean?" Blind Lai curled his lips and said, "If I come back three seconds late, you two will die together!"

"Huh? Brother Jie, are you the ghost that was about to strangle the prince?"

"Bah, I obviously looked at a paper-bound man holding an axe to chop me! How could it be you?"

The confrontation between Wang Jie and Zhang Dabiao made them even more confused. However, when you are confused, you will understand. Obviously, they saw different scenes from each other. Someone in the dark was guiding them to kill each other...

"Father, with that said, wouldn't it be haunted?" Wang Jie licked his chapped lips.

Lai Blindman cast a blank look at Wang Jie and said, "You said you have been following Lao Tzu for so many years, why haven't you grown a little bit? Ghost, ghost, you big-headed ghost. Obviously, this is a trick that made you two big fools I have hallucinations! These are all tactics of violating the world, don’t you notice it?"

Wang Jie scratched his head and suddenly said, "Oh, I see!"

With that said, he walked straight to the door, looked at it, and then took out a sparkling cigarette from a hole in the window.

Blind Lai took it, sniffed it quickly, and threw the cigarette into the water, blurting out: "Sage and tares."

Wang Jie couldn't help being a little annoyed, and couldn't help cursing: "What kind of person is this, such abuse!"

This hallucinogenic sage is famous and is a famous hallucinogen, while taresa is a weed with a smell similar to tobacco leaves. It is said that the grass growing on the grave can make people sleepwalking. Blind Lai had said this in small talks before, but unfortunately, I only regarded it as a curious chat, and didn't take it seriously at all. How can I know if someone really uses it!

No wonder the prince couldn't smell it, because it was similar to the cigarettes that Wang Jie and the others smoked.

Zhang Dabiao touched the dung soup on his face, and looked at Lai blind in admiration: "Hello, Wang Jie is your father? No no...you are Wang Jie's godson? Fortunately, fortunately, I’m Zhang Dabiao, Brother Jie’s brother. There has always been a legend about you, but I didn’t see him. I finally saw him alive today..."

Blind Lai couldn't laugh or cry. He glanced at Zhang Dabiao's hand with the dung soup, and smiled: "I think the handshake should be avoided. Besides, how can I call you uncle when I listen to you just now?"