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Chapter 62: Working Ghost Huang Xikong

The fire was burning, and this indescribable smell permeated the air.

Xia Zhihuai covered his mouth and nose with both hands, and pulled Wanwan to hide in the distance.

In the black smoke, a wisp of Yin Qi suddenly appeared.

Wanwan rushed forward immediately, grabbing the cunt who was about to escape.

"Caught."

Wanwan gripped the wiggling yin energy in surprise, her round cat pupils sparkled, and raised the prey in her hand to Xia Zhihuai.

"Brother, look."

Xia Zhihuai rubbed the tip of his nose, and looked at the little black loach-like thing with a puzzled expression: "What is this?"

"A curse in a doll."

"Curse?" Xia Zhihuai shuddered suddenly, "Didn't it mean that this doll has been borrowing my luck?"

"Yeah, but that villain who gave something to my brother really hates my brother."

Wanwan sighed, "There's also a curse added."

It's no wonder that Xia Zhihuai's luck drained so quickly, and it became more and more unlucky during this time.

Xia Zhihuai's complexion changed suddenly, his mood became more serious, and his breath became strange.

But Wanwan was not afraid of him, she just raised her hand and touched his head: "Brother, don't be afraid, there is Wanwan."

Know that she is there.

Xia Zhihuai was also secretly glad in his heart.

He felt that Wanwan was the little angel sent by heaven to save him.

If Wanwan hadn't appeared, if Wanwan hadn't learned Taoism, what would have happened to him?
Maybe it will be completely dead within three months?
Wanwan coiled the strand of curse into a ball, and then burned a piece of talisman paper drawn by hand. After a while, a black shadow suddenly appeared in the living room, and the shadow slowly solidified.

Xia Zhihuai felt the chill behind him, and looked back to see Huang Xikong, who was wearing a long robe with folded collar and wide sleeves, walking slowly to the balcony door.

"How did you come?"

Xia Zhihuai was taken aback, he was really impressed by Huang Xikong, this male ghost is really strong.

Wanwan was there before, so he felt that Huang Xikong seemed vulnerable, but after communicating with Pu Yuzhou privately, he knew that he definitely underestimated Huang Xikong before, because Park Daochang practiced like that, and he still has aura In his hands, he would be at a disadvantage in a long battle with Huang Xikong, and if he was not careful, he would die unexpectedly.

Huang Xikong raised his jaw slightly, and brushed off his sleeve robe: "Didn't your little girl summon me?"

Wanwan immediately nodded cooperatively, "I was the one who asked him to come here."

"What do you want him for?" Xia Zhihuai didn't know why.

Wanwan ran up to Huang Xikong, and handed the coiled curse in front of Huang Xikong.

"I want to ask you for a favor." Wanwan said bluntly.

Huang Xikong looked down at the curse that was not enough to fit between his teeth: "It's not worth it for me to make a trip for your reward."

Wanwan puffed up her cheeks: "This is not a reward, but a clue."

Huang Xikong raised his eyebrows wildly and said, "I'm not your ghost servant."

The implication is that he will never do anything that is not beneficial.

"Deposit." Wanwan took out a bunch of Yin-gathering Talismans from her pocket.

Huang Xikong raised his eyelids: "Did you use straw paper to draw your symbols?"

The corner of Xia Zhihuai's mouth twitched: "Where is this straw paper!"

"Isn't this just straw paper?"

Huang Xikong and Xia Zhihuai were separated by a generation gap of thousands of years, and the two talked about each other for a while.

Although paper was not cheap thousands of years ago, Huang Xikong, who was once the Prime Minister of the country, really couldn't catch the poor quality of paper in front of him.

And Xia Zhihuai simply means that Huang Xikong regards the paper used for drawing symbols in Wanwan's hand as toilet paper.

When they were young, toilet paper was called straw paper in their hometown.

Wanwan listened to the two of them talking to each other, and looked back and forth with curious little eyes: "Brother, you are not afraid of him anymore?"

Xia Zhihuai was stunned for two seconds, and found that Huang Xikong had nothing to fear.

But the premise is that Huang Xikong doesn't hit him.

Otherwise, toughness is absolutely not enough.

Xia Zhihuai touched his nose angrily and stopped talking.Wanwan waved the Yin Gathering Talisman in front of Huang Xikong: "Is this okay?"

"What about after that?"

Huang Xikong immediately started haggling over the price, mainly because although the quality of the talisman paper looked terrible, the power contained in it was indeed a great tonic for him.

Any creature has the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Huang Xikong, as a thousand-year-old ghost, will naturally not let go of any opportunity to increase his strength.

No wonder some ghosts are willing to sign ghost servants with certain celestial masters, especially the Maoshan sect...

The tribute is in place, it is easy to be fattened.

Wan Wan watched him arrogantly take away the Yin Gathering Talisman, and immediately put the curse on him: "Help my brother catch the villain who cast the curse and the luck spell, and just bring back the refined luck thing. "

"I will definitely be discovered if I go." Huang Xikong said lightly.

Wanwan: "But you're a thousand-year-old ghost, would you still be afraid of those little ghosts who haven't practiced for a hundred years?"

Huang Xikong hooked his lips and smiled coquettishly: "Of course not."

"After I get the things back, I can draw two more Yin-gathering talismans for you." Wanwan is not a stingy person either.

Huang Xikong thought for a while: "I still need a table of tribute."

He has been a ghost for many years. Although he has slept for thousands of years, he hasn't eaten delicious food in the world for a long time.

Some nostalgia.

Xia Zhihuai sat on the rock and raised his hand: "Wrap it on me."

Huang Xikong gave him a meaningful look, which made him trembling.

But in just a short moment, Huang Xikong's slender figure turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared at the balcony door.

"What does that look mean?" Xia Zhihuai said angrily.

That look of contempt and pity, no matter how you look at it, how hateful it is!

Wanwan clapped her hands, with an innocent and confused look on her face: "I don't know, brother, every time you meet him, you are weird."

"Have it?"

Xia Zhihuai touched his cheek.

I think should not be.

He simply hated Huang Xikong's eyes when he looked at people, his aloofness and superciliousness.

It is very uncomfortable to watch.

After solving the curse, he entrusted Huang Xikong to find the culprit and take back the object of the spell.

Now that Wanwan is free and relaxed, with her two chubby white hands behind her back, she followed Huang Xikong's example and walked towards the house.

Xia Zhihuai glanced at the mess on the balcony, and couldn't help but sigh bitterly: "What about these things?"

The fire had been extinguished, and those ceramic matryoshka dolls filled with curses were all burnt to powder at this moment.

Wanwan slowly climbed onto the sofa, turned on the TV with the remote control, and said without looking back, "Just bury those dirty things under the peach tree."

Peach trees exorcise evil spirits!
What's more, the peaches she planted must be stronger.

These remaining filthy things can be completely purified after being buried under a peach tree for a week.

The TV was turned on. Wanwan sat upright excitedly, with her round eyes open, nodding her head to a small beat, and humming the theme song of Fatty Blue cartoon along with the TV: "kon na ko to yi yi na de ki ta ra yi yi na……”

Although she didn't understand what the song meant, it was strange that every syllable she hummed could be in sync with the TV.

And although the pronunciation is somewhat vague, it is basically the same as the Japanese version of the topic language.

Xia Zhihuai cleaned up the balcony, walked into the living room sweating profusely, and after closing the glass door, listening to her tone, he was actually a little shocked.

This little guy's ability to imitate is really strong.

He only recently started letting Wanwan watch cartoons. She wasn't interested in those little magical fairies, but instead had a soft spot for Fatty Blue.

Originally, he was looking for the Chinese version, but the first one he clicked on that day was the Japanese version, and Wanwan still enjoyed watching it with great interest, so he didn't let him intervene to change the cartoon with Chinese dubbing.

Fortunately, the Japanese version has Chinese subtitles. Although he doubts whether Wanwan can recognize all the characters, Wanwan has refused to watch the Chinese dubbed version so far.

In the past two days, a few complicated Japanese sentences could even come out of her mouth suddenly, which also made him feel extraordinarily complicated.

How to cultivate Wanwan is really a long-term proposition that must be treated with caution.

(End of this chapter)