It does not prevent Xuanmin from entering the house.
Liu Chong's house was so simple that it didn't look like the eldest son of the master's mansion. There was only one Four Immortals table, two wooden chairs, and a small bed compared to Liu Chong's.
The body of this room is nothing but a palm-sized place, and the worm house Jing Fei is still pretending to be separated in the middle, and the bed and table and chairs are divided into two and a half rooms, which makes it even more bizarre.
Everything in the house is not even used for a few years, and it is extremely old and dull. The only color is the oily yellow paper ingots piled up here and there.
Xuan Min picked up one with his hands down and looked up and down.
Xue Xian, who was hanging between Xuan Min's other finger, was relatively low, and his face was facing upwards, so he could just see the bottom of the ingot.
I saw three words written on it: Father Xixi.
Xue Xian: "..." What nonsense!
It was only after he scolded that he realized that it was not three words written vertically, but one word: Dad. It's just that this fool's writing is clumsy, and he is extraordinarily divided.
But seeing such an ingot, he suddenly understood the reason why Master Liu didn't feel good about his son. Writing a living person on a paper ingot is no different from a curse. But looking at Liu Chong's heartless appearance, he knew that he was probably just writing for fun.
But soon, Xue Xian swallowed that thought back.
Because Xuan Min picked up several paper ingots one after another, each ingot was actually written on the bottom, and they were still so naive that they could be divided into several petals.
Xue Xian, who was extremely bored, counted: seven ingots, two father Xixi, three daughters, and two empty ones.
…
What hobby is this
However, according to the few ingots Xuan Min picked up, Xue Xian could roughly distinguish: This Liu Chong is stupid, and he actually knows how to classify them. The pile by the door was probably all written by Father Xixi, who wrote to his father, Master Liu. The pile at the table of the Four Immortals was all written to his mother. The unstacked ones scattered on the ground probably haven't had time to write anything.
So... Whose is that pile by the bed
Obviously, Xue Xian was not the only one who noticed this. Xuan Min briefly glanced at the piles in the outer room, and then lifted his foot and entered the inner room where the bed was placed.
As soon as he entered the room, Xue Xian choked on Yin's anger and sneezed.
Liu Chong: "..."? ?
He stared at the expressionless Xuan Min for a while, then looked at Xuan Min's hand ignorantly, as if he didn't understand why the sneeze was coming from his fingers.
But neither Xuan Min nor Xue Xian had time to pay attention to Liu Chong's actions. They were all startled by the heavy yin here, and looked at the pile of paper ingots beside the bed.
Xuan Min frowned and walked over, picked up an ingot and glanced at it.
This time, it is neither father nor mother written on the bottom, but a large cloud of dizzy ink. It seems to have written something more complicated than "parents", so that it became a blur.
Xuan Min picked up two more, both were the same.
However, one of them was relatively blurry, and Xuan Min could barely make out most of the characters "Liu".
Xuan Min knew very little about Master Liu's family. When he saw this word, he could only think of Master Liu and his two sons, but judging from the large group of ink marks, it was neither "Liu Xu" nor "Liu Xu". Liu Chong" or "Liu Jin".
Just as he bent over to pick up another one and take a look, something rolled out of the pocket at his waist.
The thing called "Ouch", and it just happened to roll on the pile of paper ingots. When it landed, it swelled up like a blown cowhide bag and became a living person.
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The man's skin was pale, and his eyes were slightly blue, showing the appearance of a tired scholar. It was none other than Jiang Shining.
He probably didn't think about how he suddenly changed from paper to chéng rén, and said blankly, "How did I get down?"
Seeing that Liu Chong, who was not able to frighten and cry at the side of the big change, Xue Xian stopped pretending and replied, "Because Yin is too angry."
After all, ghosts like Yin, the reason why Jiang Shining can't move in the daytime is because the yang qi is too heavy during the day. Liu Chong's yin gas in this room was stronger than the old-fashioned flavor of Luan Tomb Mound, which was naturally cheaper than Jiang Shining.
However, with such a heavy yin anger, it was strange that Liu Chong was still alive and well.
"Then why didn't you get down?" Jiang Shining asked suspiciously.
Xue Xian said angrily: "I'm not talented, I haven't died, and I don't belong to your old man."
"You're not dead, you're holding on to a piece of torn paper