Jiangjia Medical Hall is located in Yanchao Lane. Most of the wooden parts of the house were burned out in the fire three years ago. Now only half of the west-most wing room is left. It can block the wind and rain, and it is not useful. It is not suitable to be alone, but it can hide ghosts.

Jiang Shining, the son of the Jiang family who was not as young as the one in the yard, just lived into a lonely ghost in his own house.

After he slid through the crack of the wall into the yard, he delayed a little while, but his mouth was not idle.

"Is the door and the wing room separated from the East China Sea?" The clear voice could not be held back.

After Jiang Shining opened his mouth and rolled his eyes at the sky with a tuberculosis face. After a moment of silence, he continued in a low and hoarse voice: "The person is coming in, and the food box is stuck outside the wall."

He sneered and said to himself: "I admire you."

After a moment, he changed his voice and said, "Exceed."

Jiang Shining: “…”

Judging from his blue face under the moonlight, he probably didn't want to open his mouth anymore.

The three shaky walls of the wing room were darkened by fireworks, and there was only a hole left in the north-facing window. The morning light had not appeared at the fifth day of the winter moon, and there was only a shadow of the crescent moon. There was a little salty and light leaking in one corner of the wing room. The person sitting by the hole in the window fell half of his body under the cold moonlight, and his other half was hidden in the darkness.

He was wearing a black dress that was melting into the night, with two shadows pressing under his straight and beautiful eyebrows. A little light was shining from the dark eyeballs. The outline alone could tell that this man had a good appearance... But half of his face under the moonlight was too pale, and his wrist bones supporting his chin were particularly prominent, which revealed a strong sense of pathology.

In fact, he is indeed sick - he can't stand up and can't walk.

As for the reason for the illness, he really didn't know. He stayed in Jiang's house for four days, and Jiang Shining knew nothing about him except his surname Xue's name.

"Please change your position. If you sit or not, be careful of your upper body being paralyzed after being tilted for a long time." As soon as Jiang Shining entered the wing room, he stuffed a full meal box into Xue Xian's arms. He said that he had read the books of the top ten sages for more than ten years before his death. When he saw Xue Xian's lazy appearance, his eyes hurt.

"You can paralyze after just a few tilts. Think I am you?" Jiang Shining turned his back and saw that he was in vain, so he opened his mouth and said to himself in a clearer voice.

"..." Jiang Dashushen was completely unhappy. He turned to Xue Xian with a broken face and said, "I've come in. Ancestor, can you say something by yourself?"

Xue Xian lifted the lid of the food box, squinted his eyes and sniffed the fragrance of hot food, and finally spoke lazily in person: "Okay, I'm a little tired because of the meat. Do you have a piece?"

Jiang Shining said angrily: "Do you burn it to ashes for me?"

Xue Xian: "Dream."

"Eat yours!" After Jiang Shining said that, he stopped paying attention to him, but walked to the base of the wall, and his whole body suddenly collapsed, turning into a thin piece of human-shaped paper, slid along the wall to the ground - he had a limited time every day, so he had to rest when it was time.

This human-shaped paper cut was cut by a wizard, with a worse edge than a dog's chew. He had a few strokes on his face with a pen, and he could vaguely recognize a shadow of Jiang Shining, but there were two pieces of rouge red on his cheeks, and there was a silly look in the weirdness.

After a short while, the paper corpse was crippled on the ground, he became a gentleman and fell into a corpse again, frowned and stared at Xue Xian: "I wanted to say two days ago, why can't you even handle the chopsticks?"

Xue Xian raised his eyelids and glanced at him indifferently: "I asked you Ji Yan, my upper body has been paralyzed for a long time. I just sat up recently, but the chopsticks are still not working."

After saying that, he raised his hand and threw a hidden weapon. He hit Jiang Shining's forehead and smashed the cardboard man back to the ground, as if he was very impatient.

Jiang Shining turned his head with difficulty and looked at the hidden weapon: Bah, chicken bone!

The paper man calmed down for a moment, and once again remembered something and struggled to death: "I'll discuss it, can you not put two balls of red powder on my face tomorrow night?"

Xue Xian was even lazy this time and only answered one word: "No."

Jiang Shining: “…”

The so-called "eating people's mouth is soft, but the hands are short. If Xue Xian had not helped him get this paper-slapped body, he would have been floating where he was in a daze.

However, Jiang Shining was a little confused about this matter alone.

Huizhou has a vast land and many idle houses. Any room can be used for him to temporarily live in. However, he chose a bald and abandoned house like Jiang Family Medical Hall. I don’t know what kind of evil he was. Besides, Xue Xian said on the first day he came here that he would do something important. But four days later, besides eating, he only did one thing, which was to help Jiang Shining cut a paper man.

It’s not that important thing is paper-cutters, right?

Jiang Shining stuck a thin piece on the cold ground for a while, and then started to cheat again as if he was thinking about something.

Xue Xian has a bad temper and becomes impatient once he comes two times. The third time he goes: "I will cut your mouth again and I will say something tomorrow."

Jiang Shining hurriedly said, "The last sentence."

Xue Xian glanced at him: "As soon as you speak, I feel a headache. If you hear too much, you will feel paralyzed. Shut up."

"I just now seemed to follow someone after entering the door. When I entered the courtyard wall, I glanced at it. It seemed like a monk with a string of copper coins hanging on my waist. I guess it was time to reach the door." After Jiang Shining said that, he fell back to the ground, and the paper man stopped moving.

At this point, he had used up his time today. Until dark, he could not move or speak, and at most he could be a bystander.

Xue Xian: "..."

What can a monk do if he follows a ghost?

What else can a monk with a string of copper coins hanging in his waist and eyes do with a ghost?

Such an important thing, you nerd, don’t you say that you will keep it for the New Year?!

With Xue Xian's violent temper, he could send Jiang Shining and the entire yard to heaven when he was convenient in the past. Now, he could only pass through the hole in the window expressionlessly, and saw the squeaking sound of the yard door and push it out from outside.

These days, there are many geniuses who rely on verbal skills to make a living everywhere, and Xue Xian is not uncommon. He also knows that some of them do have a few skills and whether they can do things depends on their experience. So the older the thing, the harder it is to fool them.

Therefore, when the monk outside the door stepped in, Xue Xian breathed a sigh of relief - the person who came was unexpectedly young, and could see that he was not an empty air, but he couldn't go anywhere. And when he swept the copper coins hanging by the monk with his extraordinary eyes, he felt completely relieved.

The more capable a person is, the more evil the copper coins in his hands will be. From a distance, it is very different from ordinary copper coins. There is a layer of essence light floating on the copper surface, which is evenly wrapped like an oily skin. Although some people can imitate this layer of yellow and bright skin by means of some methods that cannot be used on the table, it can at most block the eyes of ordinary people and will not work for Xue Xian.

The young monk in front of the door was pretty good, but he didn't even know how to imitate it. The string of copper coins on his waist was almost worn out, let alone the bright yellow oily skin. I don't know where it was taken out, and maybe I haven't used it seriously once.

I just want to go down the mountain to make a living? What do you rely on? Does it rely on your face?

Xue Xian sneered secretly, rested the food box peacefully, and casually folded the trick to turn it into a piece of wood stake with burning marks.

He leaned silently toward the back of the chair, and his tall and thin body collapsed in an instant. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a thin piece of paper, but the edges were much smoother than Jiang Shining, and the painting was much more delicate than him. There were not two more pieces of red pink eggs on his face.

Jiang Shining, who was unable to move on the ground: "..."

From this we can see that someone is probably a turtle, a purebred bastard.

The thin paper peeled by Xue Xian gently slid down the chair and lay next to Jiang Shining's paper peel. In just a blink of an eye, the two paper peels on the ground collapsed again, turning into a dark green moss lying on the mud, completely blending with the dilapidated room, without any flaws.

If it were half a year ago, Xue Xian would not do such troublesome things at all. Any brave man who was full and could make a fortune in order to buy his nest, and he could give someone a new grave on the spot. However, now he had to put down his figure and put on a layer of tricks on his eyes.

He, a man who had just recovered from being completely paralyzed to being semi-paralyzed, was extremely difficult to move a place for himself. The magic that his body could withstand was very limited, so it would be great not to dig a grave for himself.

Fortunately, the monk who came to the door this time was an embroidered pillow, and only his face could be sold for money.

He thought that the monk would come in and take a walk around. If he couldn't find anyone inside and outside, he should go home.

The young monk wearing a white monk's robe stopped in the yard and glanced coldly around.

The Jiang Family Medical Center originally had three main rooms, three wing rooms, a medicine garden with a large storefront in front of it. It was considered a big house. It was burned by a fire and was desolate for three years. Now you can see it with just a few glances...

The monk withdrew his gaze, walked around the gravel and tiles on the ground, and walked straight to the half remaining wing room to the west.

He stepped into the door of the room, and his fingers hidden between his sleeves bent slightly unconsciously. He subconsciously stroked the copper coin surface around his waist with his thumb, and then frowned slightly and let go of his hand.

Jiang Shining, who turned into moss and was attached to the ground, staring at the monk's monk's boots, for fear that he would come in and walk around and step over him. However, Xue Xian was so leisurely that he didn't take the monk into his eyes at all.

As expected, the wing room was so scattered and thorny, and could be seen at a glance. The monk didn't even walk in, but just stood at the door for a while, then turned around and left.

Xue Xian sneered again in his heart.

But within a moment, he couldn't laugh... because the monk was back!

When he came back, he had a piece of white linen in his hand. Judging from the material and size, he should have torn off from the hem of his monk's robe. He walked to Xue Xian with a cold expression through a piece of clean white robe, lifted the monk's robe and squatted down, shoveling Xue Qingmose from the ground.

Xue Xian: "..."

When he shoveled it up, he obviously frowned. If he read it correctly, it seemed to be a slightly disgusting expression.

Xue Xian: "..."
Chapter completed!