Sunset and moonrise.
The night was dark.
Jingle, jingle... the bell that Xiao Hei wears around his neck, the sound is especially clear at night.
Xiao Hei's injuries healed quickly.
Now the bloated cat was alive and well again, walking in front of Fangzheng and Yiyi, stepping on the catwalk, squinting around, like a cold and proud queen, patrolling the territory.
Xiao Hei's injury healed quickly, and Fangzheng did not strengthen the soul-cultivating bell on Xiao Hei's neck.
The soul-raising bell is too conspicuous.
He was worried that he would be exposed, so he didn't strengthen the Soul Cultivation Bell,
The reason why Xiao Hei's injury healed so quickly and swelled up again so quickly was because of Mr. You Fu himself.
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nursery.
Surprisingly, today's Zuoqianhu Bookstore is closed for the first time.
On the contrary, the Ming shop next door has reopened.
I saw Mr. Fu busy in the shop.
Butcher Zhang continued to sit at the door and eat his braised pork head.
Life always needs to continue... Two days have passed since the closure of the blessed place, and everything is slowly returning to the original track.
Fangzheng heard that with the closure of Sanhuangjing Fudi, a large number of masters came to support the Lingxu Mountain Fudi and Xuling Dongtian in other provinces.
Fangzheng also had the idea of taking the opportunity to collect wool.
However, these two places are now the most guarded. During the martial law, he does not belong to the system. He does not have a pass. If he approaches rashly, he is more likely to be shot dead as a foreign spy.
Moreover, Yiyi's injury is not well. Yiyi was trying to save him, causing his form to become unstable and almost collapsed. If he left Yiyi at this time, it would be unreasonable.
Combining several reasons, Fangzheng continued to stay in Zhou City.
Fangzheng entered Mingdian holding Yiyi's little hand, intending to ask Zuo Qianhu where he went today, who knows, he just entered Mingdian, and the first sentence Zhang Butcher said was: "Yiyi looks quite energetic today, you Did you receive the bone scale that Ghost Mother sent you?"
Fangzheng categorically denied: "Absolutely not."
Butcher Zhang took a deep look at Fangzheng, and didn't ask too much about this question. He just said lightly: "It's fine if you don't receive it. This cultural relic belongs to the provincial cultural relic. If it is damaged, it will last at least ten years." Let’s get started. Whether you receive it or not, you just need to know what’s in your mind.”
Fangzheng: "..."
Fangzheng felt that Butcher Zhang must know something. He felt that he could not discuss this issue any further. He quickly changed the topic and asked Butcher Zhang. He talked about it on the phone during the day and found a cure for Yiyi’s osteoporosis. What is the solution
Butcher Zhang: "It's the fake scholar in the next room. He found a cure for Yiyi's injury. He temporarily closed the shop for a day today. He left Yiyi's wood carving toolbox in Mr. Fu's shop, saying that it was for Yiyi Stay with Mr. Fu for a few days to practice carving."
"He'll be three or five days late, and he'll be back in a day or two sooner."
Hearing this, Fangzheng asked with concern: "Zuo Qianhu said that he found some way, why did he leave for so long, and will he encounter any danger?"
Zhang Butcher shook his head: "After leaving the toolbox, the fake scholar left without saying a word, and all communications were lost."
Hearing what Butcher Zhang said, Fangzheng couldn't help but feel a little worried about Zuo Qianhu's safety.
Yiyi followed Fangzheng, a little confused. She gently tugged on Fangzheng's sleeves, and then held up a line of words on the tablet for Fangzheng to read.
Fangzheng looked at it, stroked Yiyi's little head, and said with a gentle smile, "Don't worry, nothing will happen, Yiyi must practice woodcarving well, and in this life, he must be filial and repay Zuo Qianhu."
Although Yiyi was still a little ignorant, she still nodded heavily.
Master is a good man.
Uncle Fu is a good man.
Uncle Zhang and Grandpa Yan are also good people.
Everyone is a good person, Yiyi will be very sensible.
Fangzheng looked at Yiyi who was as serious as a young adult, laughed, and boasted: "The older Yiyi grows up, the more worry-free she will be."
Next, Yiyi struggled to hold her own children's toolbox, and began to sit behind the table and carve wood carvings seriously.
Fangzheng glanced at Yiyi who was seriously lowering his head to carve. He originally wanted to ask Mr. Fu today if there was any result in the investigation of the evil Buddha and Yiyi's origin. However, Zuoqianhu's shop was closed today, and Yiyi was in Ming's shop. Fangzheng thought about it, and finally decided to wait a few days before asking.
If there is any important information, I believe Mr. Fu will tell him in advance.
However, Fangzheng asked Mr. Fu about another matter, which he did not deliberately avoid Kai Yiyi.
"Mr. Fu, do you still remember the ghost bride on my back? Why did I manage to survive the revival of spiritual energy and the outbreak of the curse, but the curse is still on me? Is there no way to lift the curse?" It is a matter of life and death. Since leaving the blessed land, Fangzheng has been entangled in various trivial matters. It is only today that he has time to ask Mr. Fu about the curse.
It's just that this time even Mr. Fu couldn't help it.
Unless the bones are found.
That is to say, the antique cultural relics stolen from which ancient tomb by the tomb robbers can solve the curse once and for all.
As long as the tomb is not found.
Judging from the current situation, the curse will always exist. Moreover, if cultural relics continue to flow out, the number of cursed people will increase.
Fangzheng did not give up, and continued to ask: "Mr. Fu said last time that all the people who planted this curse died, and only one survivor was left. Just escaped."
"Now in this world, there should be only two survivors left, me and this night walker. How is the situation of that person now?"
Soon, Fangzheng regretted why he asked this question.
Because Mr. Fu's answer made Fang Zheng very desperate.
"That man is dead, he was sucked and fucked, and now you are the only survivor left." Mr. Fu glanced at Fangzheng, there was no expression on the dead man's face, and he spoke calmly like a narrative.
What? ! !
"died?"
"Die from being sucked?"
Fangzheng suddenly felt a slight numbness in the back of his head as if an electric current was passing through him.
Mr. Fu still had the dead face with no expression: "We speculate that this time, before the spiritual energy recovers, the advanced day traveler should succeed in order to avoid catastrophe."
Fangzheng's mouth was a little bitter.
That's a Japanese tour envoy!
Not a nocturnal envoy!
Now among the 1.4 billion population in the whole country, there are only ten Japanese tour envoys, which are very rare. From this, we can see how difficult it is for this advanced Japanese tour envoy.
Next, according to what Mr. Fu said, the curse has been upgraded, and now even the Night Tourist can no longer see the curse behind Fangzheng, unless he looks through the mirror.
Fangzheng: "..."
"Mr. Fu, I wonder if you have a way to contact Senior White?" There is more than one curse on Fangzheng.
On his wrist, there is still a blue silk from the Japanese tour envoy.
Fangzheng has always felt that Mr. Fu and No. 4 Chive must know each other, maybe Mr. Fu can find a woman in white to intercede for him.
"Why did you suddenly think of looking for her?" Mr. Fu looked at Fangzheng puzzled.
(end of this chapter)