The moment the snowman fell to the ground, it immediately dispersed, and a cloud of black gas emerged from it and quickly floated towards the door. When I took out the rush, the dead snow monster had already escaped without a trace. But just as I was about to leave, a "ouch" sounded outside the door, and it seemed to be a woman. I hurried over to open the door, and when I looked outside, a black shadow was helping a person up from the ground.
Fuck that second uncle, is he from the sect of life and death? I didn't think much about it, I just went up and slapped each of them in the face, knocking them both unconscious first.
"Ah, we are Xiaoli's parents, please don't hit us..."
"How could it be you?" I was stunned.
The couple hurriedly got up from the ground, and did not even answer my question, and hurried back home. Watching their disappearing backs, a fog surged in my heart. They were clearly hiding outside the door, because their footprints were covered by snow when they came, and they must have stood here for a while. Why were they hiding here? Could it be related to the dead snow demon
Just when I was about to catch up and ask for clarification, Shen Bing called me: "Xia Xia, Mi Mi, come quickly, take a look at the two children!"
Oh my god, I don't know whether to laugh or cry when she keeps changing the way she addresses me.
I hurried back and took the child back to the house with them. Er Yanwang fainted inside the door, and Yan Xinyi had already picked her up. The two children of the Zeng family were lying in the arms of Zeng Laojin and his wife, with their eyes closed and blood all over their faces. Shen Bing and Tian Wenya were taking out tissues to wipe their faces, and finally found the wound on the temples. It seemed that they were hit by the claws of the dead snow demon. I felt the pulse and it was beating normally, so I breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's okay, they were just accidentally injured by... the other party. They will be fine after a while of sleep." I took out a bandage and white hemostatic medicine from my bag and handed them to Shen Bing.
"Was he injured by the other party?" Zeng Laojin and his wife asked in surprise. Even I didn't believe it, let alone them.
I nodded: "Yes, there might have been a sudden gust of wind just now, causing the two children to bump into each other." Then I turned my back to the old couple and winked at Professor Fan and the others, not wanting the two elderly people to be frightened after knowing the truth.
"Well, I think that's the case. Put the child on the bed quickly." Professor Fan helped to resolve the situation, and his credibility increased by more than one time.
After Zeng Laojin and Shen Bing bandaged the wounds of the two children, they put them on the bed and said to us: "Their parents were unfortunately killed in a car accident when they went out to work two years ago. The two children live with us old couple. Alas, if it weren't for Professor Fan's enthusiastic financial support, they wouldn't even be able to afford to go to school now." As the old man spoke, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
After we sat down again, we were not in the mood to drink. Professor Fan asked how the Second Hades was doing. I told him that he was also hit by the wind and fainted, and he would be fine in a while. I looked at the child and wondered in my heart, judging from the posture just now, the dead snow demon came for her, in order to get Ding Wu in her body. I wonder if the dead snow demon will come back after I beat it away.
Although Zeng Laojin is over 60 years old, he is not confused. He looked at me and asked, "Nephew, the wind just now was abnormal. I also heard someone chanting a spell. It wasn't you who chanted it?" They were all concerned about the children's injuries just now, and their backs were turned to me and the snowman. They didn't see the scene of stabbing the snowman.
I thought to myself that I had helped Xiaoli's family move their ancestral graves in this village the day before yesterday. Many people had seen me. If I kept my true identity secret, it would be exposed sooner or later. It would be better to admit it sooner rather than later. So I took out the peach wood sword and said with a smile, "I learned a few tricks from a yin and yang master, so I saw this gust of wind was quite strange just now, so I chanted a few spells to try."
"This Mr. Xi is really amazing..." Yan Xinyi interrupted and was about to help me publicize his buddy's glorious deeds.
I quickly winked at him and coughed twice. Fortunately, he didn't mention the name. Yan Xinyi shut up in astonishment and looked at me, scratching his head.
Zeng Laojin was not stupid. He knew that I was not telling the truth. He smiled and said, "In our area, people who are fortune tellers generally don't have much to do..."
I was stunned. What does that mean? Is Yin Yang Master breaking the law? Shen Bing asked curiously, "Why is Yin Yang Master dead?"
Zeng Laojin turned his head to look at the shrine hanging on the west wall and said, "Because every household in our area has a guardian deity, it is rare to hire a fortune teller, so there is not much work for people in this line of work here. In our village, only Tang Danian's family does not have a guardian deity, so they hired a fortune teller when they moved their graves."
Oh, I have heard of this guardian deity. There are many places that have this custom, just like the mirror god, which is also a kind of guardian deity. But the chopstick god and the pen fairy are not, at best they are wild fairies, and sometimes they can harm people. In the 5,000 years of history and culture of our ancestors, all kinds of gods have emerged one after another, and there are all kinds of gods that you can't think of. In some places, there is also a thatched god at home. You know what it means, right? It is the god of the toilet, and it is also a guardian deity.
The Tang Danian he mentioned should be Xiaoli's parents. We still don't know their names.
Shen Bing asked again: "Why don't they worship the guardian deity?"
"I don't know about that." Zeng Laojin shook his head in confusion, "But they have a rich uncle in their family, so they live better than the rest of us."
Damn, what kind of son-in-law is that? He’s a wild son-in-law.
Hearing him say that, I began to get suspicious. Could it be that Tang Danian was really related to the Gate of Life and Death? Otherwise, why didn't he have a guardian deity at home? And why did he seem to know that the Snow Demon was here and was hiding outside the door to spy on him
"Uncle Zeng, has your family's guardian deity ever appeared?" Tian Wenya asked curiously, holding her cheeks with her hands. She looked very delicate.
Zeng Laojin nodded and said, "Of course. After my son died, I got angry and replaced our family guardian deity with a new one. This one is very powerful. He said that our family would have help from a noble person. Sure enough, within a few days of saying this, you came to give money and gifts."
Shen Bing followed up by saying, "Can you let us see your family's guardian deity?"
Zeng Laojin pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I was just wondering if anything will happen to my two grandsons." Then he stood up, walked to the shrine on the west wall, lit three incense sticks, knelt on the ground and muttered something.
Soon, a puff of green smoke rose from the shrine, revealing a dark gray face that looked particularly strange under the dim light. Professor Fan, Yan Xinyi, and Tian Wenya were all startled, because this thing didn't look much better than a ghost face, but since the Death Valley incident, the three of them believed in ghosts and gods in the world, so they didn't show any surprise.
Shen Bing whispered to me: "Why does it look like a ghost? And a little familiar?"
I snorted and didn't answer her, thinking that it was a ghost, and a familiar ghost, so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar. Because of the change in his face, it was not easy to recognize him at once.
"Why do you ask me to come out in the middle of the night?" The guardian god yawned and seemed unhappy to be asked to come out in his sleep.
"Something strange happened in our house today. Two children were making a snowman and a strong wind blew up, hurting the children. Do you think they will be okay?" Zeng Laojin asked respectfully with his head down.
"Oh, let me see." The guardian god opened his sleepy eyes.
Shen Bing immediately recognized who he was, and covered her mouth and exclaimed in a low voice: "Old Yan!"