Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

Chapter 167 (Novel --- Environment) 4
Chapter 4: (4)
Suddenly a figure appeared.

"Who are you, Ma'am?" Hu Hanwen asked without showing a trace, and retreated into the entrance.

The woman was dressed in red old-fashioned cotton and linen clothes, and a pair of old cloth shoes also stepped into the shadows, escaping from the glaring eyes, and Hu Hanwen was able to observe her appearance carefully. His eyes are different from the turbidity of ordinary people.

what!Isn't this the widow of the king!

After silently reciting the spoken words, the fairy rope instantly became soft, and it was wrapped around Hu Hanwen's wrist in circles.

"Aunt Wang," he said emphatically, "Fu Ziqing, it's not your son."

These words must have stimulated a certain nerve of Widow Wang, her eyes suddenly became gloomy, she gritted her teeth and said, "It's my son!" After she finished speaking, she suddenly pulled out the hands that had been behind her back. Black leather.

Seeing that she was only holding two handfuls of grass in her palm, one side was thicker and the other was slender, Hu Hanwen's tense body relaxed, "Aunt Wang, you are going to eat hot pot tonight, do you mind bringing me one?" ?”

The woman let out a sneer, stepped lightly, and quickly approached Hu Hanwen. The grass in the palm of her hand sprouted tender shoots, with sharp thorns on the tender shoots, and swept straight towards Hu Hanwen.

Hu Hanwen didn't practice in vain for so many years, he turned sideways for a while, saw that the entrance was too narrow to use it, and ran to the living room instead, as the space gradually widened, he was stunned to see a furry black head, the size of a palm The spider was lying on the sofa, with four eyes shining red in the dark environment, looking at him strangely.

Hu Hanwen thought it was too bad, he didn't dare to move forward, he quickly turned around and pressed against the wall, the tender strip just happened to pass by his arm, leaving a stinging pain.

"Jiuzhong Xuantian, respecting the Tao, hunting down evil spirits, stabbing..."

With a sound of "咻", the fairy ropes flew out, one red and one green, fighting with this evil plant.

Hu Hanwen looked at Widow Wang, "Don't blame me for being unrighteous if you are unkind." Then he took out a few copper coins from his trouser pocket. Hey, during this period, he chanted sutras for seven hours a day without stopping for a moment. It was Hu Hanwen who got it from his master back then, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, with three pieces of heavenly coins between his left and right fingers, half squatting, "The heaven and earth are too great, the mysterious and five sacred mountains, and the servants and ghosts are as urgent as the law!"

Tianlingqian left his hand and formed a gossip net in mid-air. Before the formation was formed, something slammed into it, shaking Hu Hanwen back a few steps. He saw that the thing flying over was nothing else. It was the head of Widow Wang!
Fly head down!
Hu Hanwen remembered that Widow Wang was a Vietnamese in her early years. It is said that she was a daughter-in-law bought by a very remote village. Flying head drop can make the head of the head drop master fly away from the body, and if it does not kill the enemy, it will not return. It is extremely vicious , a spell that is also very risky.

The gossip net formed a protective wall between Widow Wang's head and Hu Hanwen, and the women hated it. The loess in the center of the net kept colliding with each other, and Hu Hanwen couldn't adjust the position of the gossip. Hu Hanwen looked down and saw that the place on his arm that was scratched by the plant had sprouted. The two grasses were growing and wriggling at an incredible speed, and he tied himself up in a blink of an eye.

Thick is yang and thin is yin, this is the yin and yang grass of Nanyang.

Hu Hanwen regretted his carelessness just now, the grass will continue to absorb nutrients from the flesh and blood until he completely devours it.The fairy rope was still struggling hard, and the exposed half of the handle was soon covered by green plants.

Being entangled more and more tightly by the yin-yang grass, Hu Hanwen was already unable to raise his hand to support the formation, and the gossip net was trembling in mid-air. When it was in danger, the platinum and green wood directions were suppressed out of the gap.

Widow Wang's head screamed, her eyeballs glowing bloodthirsty with excitement, and she delivered the final blow.

The gossip network is like glass, how can it be disintegrated.

The cool breeze passes through the long and narrow hallway, carrying a unique and quiet atmosphere.

Hu Hanwen closed his eyes.
(End of this chapter)