Chapter 40 Fire


Chapter 40 Fire

“What a weird night!”

The woman in white had no resentment, and there was even no other figure in Zhang Xuezhou’s bedroom.

During the whole night, Zhang Xuezhou was the only one walking around in the room.

“I clearly heard a woman’s scream when I got up!”

The only evidence at the scene at this time was a white silk ribbon.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at Bai Ling who was tied extremely tightly, and heard Rong Tianding adding jealously that Zhang Xuezhou wanted to try hanging himself, which made Zhang Xuezhou feel a little chilly in his heart.

"Cousin, let me tell you, I sleep well and don't move around at all. You can't wake me up even if you beat gongs and drums next to me!"

In Zhang Xuezhou's year When they were young, Zhang Zhong and Yourong suspected that Zhang Xuezhou had died several times at night, but they were reluctant to throw it away, so they allowed Zhang Xuezhou to live until the next day.

Zhang Xuezhou didn’t know how to explain it, let alone how to make others believe it.

He could only mention that he had excellent sleeping quality and could not do anything inappropriate.

"Go to Taoist Mu and ask. He agreed to let a ghost come to our Rong family, but the ghost didn't appear and came to engage in evil ways in the world." Rong Li said angrily: "He must have learned from those who travel in the world. The trick was to burn the smoke in our Rong family!"

"What smoke can make it so smokey?" Jia Zhiyuan asked in a low voice with a pale face.

“I don’t know what kind of smoke it is,” Rong Li said impatiently: “Anyway, there are many kinds of smoke in the rivers and lakes. I’ll give you a whiff and you will follow them without knowing it. It's possible to be sold into a brothel!"

"Is that outrageous?" Jia Zhiyuan said in surprise.

"If we can get some smoke, our family will have whatever they want..."

"If you dare to follow the crooked ways of the Jianghu people, I will break your legs today!"

>...

Rong Tianding had just raised his mind and was knocked down again.

For the Rong family, this night was not an easy one.

Zhang Xuezhou walked back and forth in the room all night, and they also spent most of the night outside, and they were all tortured.

This is inconsistent with Mu Taoist’s agreement.

What their family wanted to see was a ghost, not smell some smoke that would cause them to lose their mind and strength.

Rong Li thought for a while and felt that she had figured it out.

She didn't care about rest, and even temporarily slowed down the massacre business in Dongshi.

"Let's go out of the city to trouble Taoist Mu!"

Putting the butcher's knife on her waist, Rong Li stepped out.

"My aunt and my mother are really carved out of the same mold, but my mother doesn't seem to have this kind of temperament!"

Rong Li and You Rong are very fickle in doing things, do what they say, and have little temperament. There are beating around the bush.

And Song Fengying is busy in the live broadcast room to trick the uncles into giving rewards.

Zhang Xuezhou thought for several seconds, trying not to understand the difference.

"Is it because I am dissatisfied with my mother that I created another kind of complementary personality between my parents in the dream..."

He muttered a few words in his heart, and then put these things aside. , followed quickly behind Rong Li.

"Li Erlang, Wang Jiadi, Mao Renfeng, and Zhu Dan are getting ready to fight!"

Rong Li is not too reckless, and knows that fighting requires pulling people.

Jia Zhiyuan can't be counted on. As for Rong Tianding, who is a painter, Zhang Xuezhou does have good strength, but killing pigs is still unprofitable. It is difficult to say that the fight is fierce in this situation.

Rong Li shouted, and Li Erlang and others quickly tied up the pig and then took the sticks.

Opening a pig-killing stall often encounters some troubles, and even accidents happen when collecting and driving pigs. They are used to fighting, and have even become a gang that few people mess with in the East Market.

Listening to Rong Tianding muttering about the glory of the Rong family, Zhang Xuezhou somehow thought of the gang of ruffians that Zhang Manqian had convinced.

“What you see every day, and what you think about at night, that’s probably it!”

After a series of forced contacts, Zhang Xuezhou felt that everything related to his dream made sense.

What is different from reality is that he is a good citizen in reality, but here he is involved in a gang of ruffians.

Three miles outside the city is Puyunguan, which is not too far from Dongshi. After walking for about half an hour, everyone had already seen the Taoist temple with black tiles and white walls.

“What, this Puyun Temple is still on fire!”

When everyone rushed to Puyunguan, they saw thick smoke rising from Puyunguan, and several pilgrims were helping to put out the fire.

"Where is Taoist Mu?"

Rong Li called a pilgrim and asked politely.

"Taoist Master Mu was knocked unconscious by the fireworks. We dragged him over there. He is still awake now!"

"What?"

The Rong family was noisy all night last night, and the Puyun Temple outside the city was even worse.

Rong Li watched a few pilgrims lighting branches with branches, and felt that most of Puyun Temple would burn until only a few walls were left.

When Mu Taoist fell into this kind of fate, Rong Li's momentum to find a place to find a place for him was stagnant, and she felt that she could no longer cause trouble.

She walked dozens of steps before she saw the wooden Taoist lying in the grass.

At this time, Mu Taoist's gray robes were burnt to black, most of his hair and beard were burned off, his eyes were crooked, he was twitching and foaming, and he completely lacked the demeanor of the Taoist master before.

"What are you doing? Hurry up and save people!"

The fire in Puyunguan cannot be put out, but you can help the Mu Taoist in front of you to prevent him from dying here.

Rong Li shouted, then put the butcher knife back into the leather sheath on her waist, and helped Mu Taoist onto her knees.

"The Taoist priest must have smoked cigarettes in the fire. This kind of smoke is very harmful to people. I heard that many people who encountered fires were not burned to death by the fire, but choked to death by the smoke!" Li Erlang pondered.

“Let me give Taoist Master a pat on the back!” Mao Renfeng said.

"I'll go find some water and splash it on Taoist Priest's face!" Zhu Dan also said.

For a moment, everyone clapped hands, and Jia Zhiyuan followed the doctor's gestures to help Mu Tao Ren push the palace to activate blood.

"How long has he been unconscious?"

After busy for a while, Mu Taoren was still foaming at the foam, and Jia Zhiyuan vaguely felt that something was wrong.

He has seen scenes of fires being put out, and he has also seen people choked by smoke, but no one has his mouth and eyes crooked, twitching and foaming like Mu Taoren.

It seems that ordinary people cannot survive as long as Mu Taoist after being choked by fireworks.

More than ten minutes later, Jia Zhiyuan inevitably began to ask many pilgrims.

“The Taoist Master has been unconscious for more than half an hour,” said a pilgrim, “When we came over, we saw the Taoist Master lying on the ground twitching.”

“It’s been so long?”

Jia Zhiyuan was surprised and then looked at everyone.

"Have you ever seen clearly what the Taoist priest was doing at that time?" Rong Li asked the pilgrims in a deep voice.

“When we entered, we saw several big red tables, several rotten incense burners, and various red and white cloths pulled together. The Taoist priest was lying in front of the big red table. I was doing a religious ceremony and accidentally let the fire in the furnace ignite the cloth strips! "

“There are three big red tables, three incense burners, and I also saw three little wooden figures on the table!”

“There is also a little wooden figure in the hands of the Taoist priest. …Now there is only one head left!”

……

All the pilgrims talked about what they had seen when they first entered the Taoist temple, and summarized everything roughly.

Rong Li broke off Mu Tao Ren's right hand hard, and saw a small head made of wood leaking out of Mu Tao Ren's hand.

“This workmanship is really bad!”

Rong Tianding looked at the wooden head, and then at the facial features of the wooden head, and felt that the appearance of the wooden head was somewhat familiar.

He shifted his gaze several times and finally landed on Zhang Xuezhou.

"Cousin, do you think this wooden head looks like yours?"

(End of Chapter)

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