Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 60 The man in black descends from the sky

Within two days of that day, Jiang Fuyuan felt new power pouring into her body from time to time.

I think it was because Mrs. Zhu was quick in her hands and feet, she had already molded the golden body and started to worship it, which also benefited Little Fatty and Pixiu. At least Little Fatty's tongue would not fall off every now and then, and Pixiu wouldn't feel hungry all the time.

Just as Shun's country did not raise idle gods, the Ke family did not raise idle beasts. If you eat her family's food, you have to work for her family.

Jiang Fuyuan raised her head and glanced at the foggy and dark sky. The moon was now hiding behind the thick clouds, stingily only giving the world half a ray of clear light.

It’s a dark, windy night, a good time to work.

She raised her hand to summon the new house-guarding beast: "Steamed Bun, come here."

Mantou is Pi Xiu’s new name. Jiang Fuyuan simply named him Mantou because he met him at Mantou Mountain.

The steamed bun lying on the wall stretched out and muttered dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing? I'm full tonight..."

He complained in his mouth, but his body jumped up and down lightly, tapping the wall with his four claws in the air, and landed silently in front of Jiang Fuyuan like a feather.

"Eat well and go to work." Jiang Fuyuan pointed to several ghost objects spread out in the yard and assigned tasks for tonight, "These will be sent to Duobao Pavilion tomorrow. Tonight you lick the ghost spirits off them. clean."

After Duobao Pavilion identified the painting as authentic, he readily paid a large sum of money to purchase the painting, and told Jiang Fuyuan that as long as he had other antiques in the future, just send them to them. Duobao Pavilion's prices are absolutely fair, Tong Sou No deception.

Therefore, Jiang Fuyuan would pick up a few ghost objects every now and then, clean them up, remove the ghostly aura, and then sell them to Duobao Pavilion to replenish his small treasury for raising cubs.

Pixiu swallows all things with its mouth, and it is natural that it is a ghost. After discovering that the steamed bun has no talent for attracting wealth, Jiang Fuyuan decisively turned him into a new ghost-cleaning machine, the kind that always moves.

The small nose twitched in the air a few times, ears pressed back, and the steamed bun muttered reluctantly: "...it smells so bad."

It doesn't like the cold smell of ghost air, like the smell of dead fish with long hair left in a dark and humid corner.

"Lick it clean and replace it with a pig's trotter."

"make a deal."

There are countless ingredients, but pig's trotters are my favorite.The steamed bun, which had no resistance at all to the fragrant pig's trotters, walked gracefully like a cat, with its tail raised high, happily hugging a jade handle the size of a baby's arm and licking it.

After the work of Duobao Pavilion was arranged, Jiang Fuyuan began to arrange the task of delivering the talisman.

I wish Madam to be good at dancing and to be sincere to each other. She is very popular among the ladies in the deep houses in Jingzhou. With her enthusiastic promotion, the name of Fuyuan Immortal Lord has been quietly spread throughout the backyards of Jingzhou, and many people Both asked Mrs. Zhu to help them buy talismans and seals, especially beauty charms, which were particularly popular.

According to the order of registration, Jiang Fuyuan carefully wrapped the beauty charms in moisture-proof oil paper, assigned a paper package to each clay doll, and then put a little bit on their foreheads to inform them of the address where they should go.

Under the cover of darkness, the clay dolls assigned to the task walked quickly along the corner with their short legs to deliver the goods.

"Huh..." After finally arranging all the work, Jiang Fuyuan stretched his right hand toward the sky, held his right elbow with his left hand across the back of his head, and stretched out comfortably.

click.

There was a slight clang of tiles on the roof.

Jiang Fuyuan and Mantou looked up at the roof at the same time.

Click, the sound was louder this time, followed by a muffled groan, and a black shadow slid down from the roof.

The black shadow seemed to be trying its best to avoid making any noise, rolling awkwardly to the side instead of pressing on the rattling tiles, until it hit the tree trunk next to the house hard, and then hit the ground with a thud along the trunk. .

"It seems to be a person."

Steamed Bun meowed twice. He didn't dare to speak in front of other people. Fortunately, he had a contract with Jiang Fuyuan, and the meow automatically translated into a normal call in Jiang Fuyuan's ears.

He was very self-aware of the beast that controls the house. He jumped to the side of the black shadow lightly with cat steps, and used his paws to pull the black shadow's head a few times.

"You're still alive. He's not dead yet." Steamed Bun narrowed his eyes and leaned over to take a sniff. A strong smell of blood spread into his nose, making his round belly seem empty again.

He stretched out his little tongue and licked his fangs, asking for the owner's opinion: "He smells so good, can I eat him?" Jiang Fuyuan shook his head: "You can't eat people."

She held the candle and approached, and the black shadow gradually showed its specific outline in the candlelight.

He has slender limbs, a tall stature, broad shoulders, a tiger-like back and a wasp-like waist. He is wearing night clothes, and his hair is only tied up with a black strip of cloth, which is now messy.

The man in black was lying face down on the ground. His face could not be seen. He could only see a patch of wetness on his right shoulder. The clothes had absorbed the moisture, and the liquid had nowhere to go. It could only gather in the shape of water droplets on his shoulder, slumped. Hit the ground.

is blood.

"Hey."

Jiang Fuyuan stretched out her index finger and poked the man who was motionless on the ground.

no response.

"It won't kill my family, right?" Jiang Fuyuan frowned and muttered. She didn't want her nice home to turn into a haunted house. "Otherwise, she'd better report it to the official."

The keyword stung Zhong Lianfeng's nerves. His fingers twitched, and he barely managed to regain his consciousness. He said in a hoarse voice: "...don't...report to the official...it's me..."

He just lost too much blood and was dizzy, so he slipped and fell. When he fell, he hit his head and fell into a brief coma.

After taking a few deep breaths, he turned over and exposed his face to the candlelight.

"...Ha, pretty little lady, we meet again."

There was a careless smile on the corners of his lips that were pale due to blood loss. If it weren't for the blood and mud stains on his face, at first glance, one would have thought that he was showing off in the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion.

Jiang Fuyuan: "General Li is here late at night, why is he here?"

Zhong Lianfeng grinned: "I said I came out to admire the moon, do you believe it?"

Silently looking at the inky night sky, Jiang Fuyuan lowered her head and looked at Zhong Liefeng with a look of pity in her eyes: "Forget about your bad eyes, don't damage your brain too."

Zhong Lianfeng:......

"Ahem, I'm a kind-hearted little lady, can't you help me up first before you talk?"

He was lying stretched out like this, which was really unsightly.

Jiang Fuyuan said "oh" and stepped forward to help him sit up. Zhong Lianfeng's right shoulder was still bleeding, and he only helped him once. Jiang Fuyuan's hand was already blood red.

Glancing at his wound, Jiang Fuyuan could see irregular marks on the wound even though it was covered by night clothes, as if it was left after being bitten by some animal. She looked calmly at Zhong Liefeng's right shoulder. Wiping off the blood stains on his hands, he asked in a chatting tone with a neighbor: "What did you do? Was the dog bitten while watching the moon?"

Zhong Lianfeng followed her words and replied: "Yes, meeting a mad dog is really unlucky."

With a stabbing sound, he tore off his right sleeve, held it in his teeth and pulled it into a strip. He tied the strips with one hand and tied them tightly around the wound.

Jiang Fuyuan understood that he was trying to stop the wound from bleeding by applying pressure, but it was in vain.

"Your wound is unlucky. This won't stop the bleeding."

After saying that, Jiang Fuyuan took out a yellow talisman and slapped it on Zhong Liefeng's wound.

The talisman melts when it encounters blood and disappears instantly. What disappears with the talisman is the gush of blood.

Zhong Lianfeng looked at the wound in surprise, and then at Jiang Fuyuan: "What kind of talisman is this?"

"Animal training talisman. Didn't you say you were bitten by a mad dog? It's symptomatic."

　Jiang Fuyuan: The animal training talisman has a miraculous effect on mad dogs!
　　Some people somewhere felt like they had been beaten on the head: woof woof woof!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)