It was a dark and windy night.
On top of a wall, two figures, one big and one small, were clinging to the wall, and they quietly poked their heads out.
The little head shook a little, "Xiaoxiaosheng, are you asleep?"
Big Head: . . .
Xiao Xiaosheng moved helplessly, "Little guy, can you be a little patient? You've only been lying here for half an hour and you've already asked six times!"
"All right!"
Russell nodded gloomily and looked up at the alley in front of him. It was empty with only the moon shining on it, and there was nothing unusual.
The two of them lay there for a while. This time, Xiao Xiaosheng couldn't bear it anymore. He turned over and faced the moon, sighing, "What the hell happened to me today that I came out with you to see this!"
He couldn't help feeling a little sad at this moment. At this time in the past, he would have been surrounded by beauties and enjoying the happiness of having many wives.
But today.
Xiao Xiaosheng put his hands under his head, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and couldn't help sighing repeatedly. How could he have been fooled by some little bastard
It was said that the battle between the Taoist priest without clothes and the female ghost was particularly interesting. He was possessed by the evil spirit for a moment and came here happily with his little bastard.
When the excitement wore off, Xiao Xiaosheng realized something was wrong. This Uncle Liu was indeed capable, but the consequences were serious.
Knowing how evil Uncle Jiu was, he knew he would be in big trouble and might even be hung up and beaten.
And it’s not the body that’s being sucked out, it’s the soul.
That taste.
hiss!
Xiao Xiaosheng was a little scared, and started to prepare the best strategy of the Thirty-Six Strategies: running away, and sending this little bastard back to the charity cemetery as soon as possible.
His eyes rolled around, trying to think of a way to send Russell back, but he couldn't find a good reason for the time being.
Xiaoxiaosheng decided to wait a little longer.
As the night deepened, the streets became deserted. Not only were there no people, but not even a ghost could be seen.
Xiao Xiaosheng felt extremely helpless. At this time of year in the past, he had driven his car several times, but now he was on the roof, being blown by the cold wind.
He tilted his head and suddenly found that little Russell was in a strange posture, sitting with his legs crossed, his head resting in the air, as if he was resting on something, but he couldn't see anything.
Borrowing power from thin air
It's really a ghost!
Xiao Xiaosheng was puzzled. He looked left and right, but couldn't figure out how such an inhuman posture was achieved.
And fell asleep
He was extremely depressed and could only take out the book Liu Huangshu that he had written from his arms and read it slowly. He didn't know what other authors who wrote about Liu Huangshu were like.
Anyway, Xiaoxiaosheng particularly likes to read the character Liu Bei that he wrote. It is so immersive.
Xiao Xiaosheng decided to work hard to pay tribute to his great predecessor and write a book about Uncle Liu that will be passed down through the ages, "Yin★Plum".
Well, he will go back to find Xiaohua to study the posture carefully. He feels that the current posture is too old-fashioned and needs to be developed.
Under the moonlight.
Russell was sleeping soundly with his head resting on the ghost's big chest, while Xiaoxiaosheng was reading his own sage book in the moonlight, enjoying it very much.
How beautiful the picture looks!
I don’t know how much time passed.
Russell woke up and stretched. When he looked up, the alley was still empty, without a single person in sight.
He turned around and saw the white picture in Xiaoxiao's hand, saying, "Brother, you have such a refined taste!"
"Xiao Xiaosheng, do you think the master will come tonight?"
"certainly!"
Xiao Xiaosheng didn't even raise his head, "The ghost Gu has been taken out. The person who raised the Gu will definitely feel it. This is alerting the enemy!"
"The people who raise the Gu must be targeting the Li Mansion. They will not give up until they achieve their goal."
Xiao Xiaosheng looked up at the moonlight and said, "Look at the time. Li Chengyu should be returning from the theater and about to go home. If the person raising the Gu wants to take action, tonight is the best time!"
Russell tilted his head and thought seriously.
Big brother is right!
The man who raised the Gu first killed the cook of Li's Mansion, then scared Old Chen silly, and left a blood letter at the gate of Li's Mansion, trying to put the blame on Li Chengqi who died suddenly. His target must be Li's Mansion.
"Maybe I know who they are!"
Russell's eyes lit up, "They are from the opium den."
"A smoking den?"
Xiao Xiaosheng didn't know what happened before, and looked a little confused, "Is it the tobacco shop that caught fire a few days ago? What does this have to do with the Li Mansion?"
"The second young master of the Li family got addicted to opium and died!"
"hiss!"
Xiao Xiaosheng took a deep breath. He remembered that the second young master of the Li family died seven days ago, and the opium den caught fire on the same day.
He hadn't thought of it together at first.
The rumor was that the death of the old man in the Li Mansion had attracted evil spirits, which killed Li Chengqi, the second young master of the Li family.
Two people died in succession, and the Li family has bad feng shui this year.
I never expected that there was such a hidden secret!
Xiao Xiaosheng pondered for a moment, nodded in agreement, and suddenly remembered an old event.
"I know why the cook of the Li Mansion died, but the night watchman Old Chen didn't die!"
"oh?"
Russell also became curious. He was a little surprised in his heart. Since the person who raised the Gu dared to use corpses to raise the Gu, he naturally would not care about human life.
Why did they kill the cook of the Li Mansion and spare Old Chen
Xiao Xiaosheng shook his right hand, and the fan painted with erotic pictures began to wave, and he began to calculate like Zhuge Liang.
"I heard someone mention it once. It was said that the cook of the Li Mansion was beaten up in the street. The people who beat him up were the people from the opium den. They chased him and intercepted him several times. Later, the matter was settled."
Xiao Xiaosheng's eyes flickered. "I originally thought he was the one who paid back the money, and I didn't think much about it at the time. But now I think about it and it's really scary!"
What kind of money could be owed to the tobacco shop
opium!
Why have so many families been torn apart and their homes destroyed and people killed because of opium
Because this thing is expensive and addictive. Once you start using it, you will most likely not be able to quit!
Even many wealthy children from wealthy families sold all their family property in order to smoke opium.
How can a small cook pay back the money
Xiaoxiaosheng and Russell looked at each other and had the answer in their hearts.
Although the second young master of the Li family was idle, he had very strict family education. How did he come into contact with opium
How did the cook pay back the money for the tobacco shop
It’s terrifying when you think about it!
"No wonder something happened to the tobacco shop, and then to the cook. It turns out someone came after him!"
Russell's eyes also flickered. No wonder the blood talisman said that Li Chengqi was coming back to claim his life. It turned out that those people knew the cause of Li Chengqi's death.
Comparing the two, Li Chengqi is still a man who would rather die, while the cook harmed people for opium, and the person was his own master.
Such a person!!
As the night grew darker, Xiao Xiaosheng felt a little cold. He pulled his clothes with his hands and looked at Russell who was feeling nothing beside him. He suddenly felt curious.
It is said that those with great magical powers are immune to cold and heat.
He subconsciously asked, "Little guy, what is your current level of cultivation?"
"The sixth level of human master. Master always thinks I am stupid and slow in cultivation. What level are you at?"
Xiaoxiaosheng remained silent and said, “I am just a rookie at the fifth level of personal teacher.”
Damn it!
Not even as good as an eight-year-old child.
Xiao Xiaosheng was filled with grief and indignation, and could not help but look at the Hehuan Gu in his arms. He felt that his master was fooling him. Could this really speed up his cultivation
What use is this thing other than being able to last an hour or two in bed!
It’s better not to have this Hehuan Gu!