Holy Bone

Chapter 560 Do you have a paralysis of neck discomfort?

Jin An did not expect that he would meet Yan Kuan again in this scene.

When he looked at Yan Kuan, Yan Kuan, who was so dead that he was left alone, also turned his head to look at the sound.

This man's city is very deep, his face is calm, and there is no expression flaw on his face.

"This time you stay in the room well, don't run around at night, so as not to offend your ancestors. As long as the night passes safely, my Chen family will be able to survive this catastrophe."

The old concierge warned Yan Kuan in a serious tone as he walked.

These members of the Chen clan regarded these outsiders as the children of their own clan, and repeatedly told them not to run around tonight.

In the end, the room where Yan Kuan lived was arranged in another room not far away, and when the old porter returned, he stopped at the gate of Jin'an, frowned and said in a dissatisfied tone: "Why are you unruly again?" .”

"How many times have I said that lighting is not allowed in the ancestral hall, and the backyard is too hot like a fire in the backyard, which means bad luck, so quickly turn off the lights."

"This is where the three of you are the most thorny."

It turned out that the ancestral hall was so dark, so I was reluctant to light more lanterns. This was the reason.

Jin An did not refute, and turned off the lamp as he said, and the old man at the porter just walked away in three steps and turned his head, as if he was deeply afraid that Jin An and the others would light the oil lamp again.

"Daoist Jin'an, do you know the man who stayed here just now?" Seeing the old porter walk away, Ah Ping glanced at the place where Yan Kuan lived.

It is estimated that Yan Kuan was also told by the old porter not to light the oil lamp in the room.

"It's a narrow road to Yuanjia." When Jin An said this, he was a little bit embarrassed.

I thought that the people led by Yan Kuan were the largest among the groups of people who went into the desert, but now he is the only one left alone, so life is impermanent and things are unpredictable.

If Yan Kuan could hear Jin An's emotion, he would definitely scold Jin An for being hypocritical and make him spit on his face.

At the beginning, I didn't know who the soul was out of the body and possessed the old man of Jiufeng. He started killing, burned down Xiaoshizhuang, and violently overturned the table, forcing everyone to follow his rhythm. Into the depths of the desert.

Not only the veterans of Xiaoshizhuang were angry, but Yan Kuan was also angry. Ever since he met Jin'an, he had been unlucky and everything went wrong.

His casualties were heavy, and it can be said that more than half of them were attributed to Jin'an.

A Ping didn't stay too long on Yan Kuan. Compared with Yan Kuan, he cared more about this ancestral hall that even the locals are unwilling to approach: "This ancestral hall looks more and more wrong. There is no audience to sing a big show, can it be Was it sung for ghosts? The lights were not allowed to be turned on, saying that the fire in the backyard had a bad meaning, and they would rather not be seen in the dark under the lights, and not let people light the lights, which is a bit baffling."

Because the room where Yan Kuan lived was pitch black, it was impossible to see whether Yan Kuan was hiding behind the window and watching them secretly. Jin An stopped to observe for a while and then returned to the room. He did not bother Yan Kuan.

This Chen's ancestral hall is not easy to look at. The more people there are, the more turbid the muddy water will be. Only then can he stand on the shore and see the true nature of the truth hidden under the water.

And just as Jin An closed the door, in the quiet night, there was the sound of something being knocked down behind the window of Yan Kuan's room, as if something was kicked by his feet because of the dark light, and then continued to return to silence.

What Jin An didn't expect was that the old porter who had just left soon returned to the backyard. The old porter caught the "children of the clan" who ran around at night again, and this time he brought back quite a few.

When he saw the six people behind the old man in the porter, a cold light flashed in Jin An's eyes. It was Taoist Crow and the Lord of the Black Rain Kingdom who were not dead, and appeared here with the remaining veterans of Xiaoshizhuang.

I don't know how these people finally escaped from the terrifying ancestral hall full of flesh and blood.

But even if he escaped, he paid a lot of money. He found that the number of veterans in the Laughing Corpse Village was wrong.

They are the fat old man Sikelti with a false smile, the one-eyed old man Paletahon who is good at playing knives, and two veterans, one tall and one short.

At that time, Taoist Crow had his head slapped off by Jin An with the altar wood, and now he has put his head back again, but this time he replaced it with a new head, an old man with dry and dehydrated skin and wrinkles like bark.

It seems that Jin'an's last brick is still effective, and it will bring some troubles to Taoist Crow to some extent.

The old man at the porter led the six people behind him, and he kept muttering dissatisfiedly: "What's going on tonight? Why are there so many clansmen running around? It seems that the family law and clan rules have not been used for too long. You people have forgotten what it means to obey the rules."

"When I get through tonight safely, I will talk to the patriarch about revitalizing the clan rules."

Taoist Crow may still be a little unaccustomed to the new head, the skin as dry as an old tree, he turned his neck stiffly, and looked around: "Oh, there are still people running around in the ancestral hall like us living here? "

The old porter gave a snort, first pointed to the Yan Kuan room with the doors and windows closed, and then pointed to the room where the three of Jin An lived.

"Especially the people who live in this room, they don't know how to obey the rules. In my eyes, the old man is the biggest thorn. You stay away from them, and don't be led astray."

At this time, Jin An and A Ping were lying behind the door, and as the old porter raised his finger, A Ping stood away silently. He looked at Jin An as if saying, "Master Jin'an, the biggest thing the old porter said The stab head seems to be talking about you."

Seeing A Ping's reaction and the look in his eyes, Jin An's face darkened.

Kaka, Taoist Crow is still moving his neck: "Can you tell me what the other party looks like? Maybe I still know them."

The old porter: "Two men and one woman, they all look very ordinary."

When he heard two men and one woman, Taoist Crow had already recognized the three of Jin An and his party. Ka Ka, he turned his neck and stared closely at the room where the three of Jin An were.

This is the arrival of old and new hatred.

There is a cold breath in the eyes.

"Is your neck uncomfortable and you have paralysis? From the first interview, I saw that your neck has been dishonest." The old man's words choked the murderous intent brewing in Taoist Crow's body instantly.

Taoist Crow: "..."

Jin An, who was eavesdropping behind the door, was almost amused by the old porter's words.

In this era, cervical spondylosis and lumbar spondylosis were collectively referred to as arthralgia. In ancient Chinese medicine, the cause of arthralgia was believed to be the invasion of wind-cold, damp-heat pathogens, resulting in abnormal qi and blood and pain in joint meridians.

The old man at the porter really hit it off, this Taoist crow who used the sorcery of the Black Witch Cult to flip his head and change his head is indeed a kind of evil invasion.

Afterwards, Taoist Crow and the head of the Black Rain Kingdom were arranged to live in another room. I don't know if it was a coincidence that the three parties lived in the same direction as the word-shaped backyard room.

(End of this chapter)