Xue Xian was afraid that the bald donkey would be dull, and he could not fully understand its profound meaning just by pinching it like this. So he took advantage of the fool Liu Chong's eyes to move away, and turned it quietly, letting the face with the paper-painted face facing upwards, and his eyes that had ink turned straight at the bald donkey.

After all, painting is not as vivid as a real person. Moreover, Xue Xian's "preferable" evaluation of painting is so great that it is far from being superb. Therefore, his eyes are half less spiritual than real person.

Xuan Min was pinched a little hard, so she lowered her eyes coldly, originally trying to warn the evil of the skin of the sky, but she happened to meet the pair of drawn eyes at the mouth of the dark bag, and she was really caught off guard.

This look of turning the belly up, coupled with the expressionless pair of dark eyes, looks like a "died without dying".

Xuan Min: "…"

Along the way, he took the initiative to collect no more demons and evil deeds, but there were quite a few. Most of them were rebellious before collecting, respectful after collecting, and honestly staying in fear until they were saved. A person like Xue Xian who was still restless when he was taken away, and even did not treat himself as an outsider, and did not stop for a moment without stopping.

Xuan Min always felt that this evil man had a bit of "strong ink and heavy" meaning, and he could perform a play alone.

His eyes closed on the paper surface, and then he stretched out two fingers and grabbed the paper from the dark bag.

Xue Xian: "..." I and you are not finished!

Xuan Min's fingers were not like a man who was hiding in the streets and alleys. He was so straight and thin that he seemed to have never been dirty. He was not like a monk who grew up in a mountain temple, and of course, he was even less like a wild monk, but like some noble princes and nobles who lived in poverty.

However, Xue Xian didn't pay attention at this moment, and he didn't have the time to pay attention.

Xuan Min gave a piece of paper with her fingers in front of Liu Chong.

Xue Xian: "..." I will chase you when I get thunder in the future! I will slash you without going down for a day!

"This?" Xuan Min asked Liu Chong lightly.

Xue Xian: "..." If I don't split you, a bald donkey, into scorched skin, I will change it to "four-legged insects"!

"Yes." Liu Chong nodded vigorously, and then showed a somewhat foolish smile.

Xue Xian: "..." You laughed so hard!

Seeing that the fool was about to raise his hand to pick up the piece of paper, Xuan Min shook her head, still looking calm and said, "No."

You know what you know.

Xue Xian, who had roared in his heart for a while, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The originally tensed paper peeled down instantly, hanging softly on Xuan Min's fingertips, and directly turned from semi-paralytic to total paralysis.

Liu Chong looked at Xuan Min very seriously and nodded again, but his expression was a little regretful. He had no understanding of human relationships and no idea what "touching" or "hiding" was. He just put the word regret directly on his face.

A foolish person is one point slower than ordinary people in every move, less agility, but more strength. He is very strong when staring at people, speaking, or nodding or shaking his head.

Clumsy, but it is particularly heart-wrenching.

Xue Xian hung the noodles between Xuan Min's fingers like a rotten noodles, and his eyes swept across Liu Chong's face and stopped looking at him. He felt that this fool was probably poisonous and could make people as stupid as him. He was afraid that he would jump into the fool's hands if he had a few more glances.

That would be a lot of fun!

But what made him secretly say was that the bald donkey seemed to be more straightforward than this fool. Not only did he completely ignore the fool's regret, he also raised his foot to enter the fool's house without any hesitation.

Fortunately, before entering the door, the bald donkey barely remembered the thing "etiquette and shame" and nodded to the fool.

Xue Xian: "..." One more sentence can probably die. This fool must understand the meaning of nodding. I have your surname.

Before his sarcasm had fallen, Liu Chong had already returned to the house first, waved to Xuan with a happy look on his face and said, "Come in!" He looked like a child looking for a playmate.

Xue Xian: "..."

He curled his lips with a toothache and thought to himself that I might as well keep it honest.

This evil man rose and fell several times in Xuan Min's hands, and finally he was reluctant to settle down.

The half-open door was pushed open by Liu Chong, and the scene inside the house fell into the eyes of several people without any concealment. The oily paper ingot was much more than Xue Xian had seen before. Not only the door, but at a glance, there was not even a few places in the whole house where he could even settle down.

Master Liu seemed quite disgusted. When he saw his eldest son's appearance in the house, he turned his head unswervingly. He had no intention of entering the house, and stood alone ten feet away from the door and waited with his hands behind his back.

He was probably quite distressed. On the one hand, he hoped that Xuan Min would help him adjust the feng shui of the house, and on the other hand, he wanted to bombard the monk who was also unkind to the world.

Anyone who knows how to look at people's eyes will restrain himself a little at this time to avoid being unpleasant.

But this monk didn't understand.

Not only did he not understand, he didn't even look at others!

Master Liu was almost angry.

Xuan Min naturally doesn't care wherever he likes. He just sticks it ten feet away and doesn't prevent Xuan Min from entering the house.

The house of Liu Chong was very simple, not as good as the eldest son of the Master's Mansion. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a servant's house. There was only one four immortal table, two wooden chairs, and a bed that was a bit narrow compared to Liu Chong.

The room itself is just a palm-sized place, with a snail and a snail door, and it is even more cramped when it is pretending to be separated by a branch, splitting the bed and the table and the chair in two and a half rooms.

I don’t know how many years I have used the items in the house. They are so gray that they are particularly old and dull. The only color is the oily paper ingots piled up everywhere.

Xuan Min picked up one with his hand and looked up and down.

Xue Xian, who was hanging between Xuan Min's other finger, was relatively low and had a face-facing posture, and he happened to be able to see the bottom of the ingot clearly.

I saw three words written on it: Father Xixi.

Xue Xian: "..." What a shitty thing!

He realized after he cursed that it was not three words written vertically, but one word: Dad. It was just that this fool wrote a naive writing and was very distinctive.

However, seeing such a ingot, he suddenly understood why Master Liu had no good expression to his son. He wrote a living person on the paper ingot, which was no different from a curse. However, looking at Liu Chong's heartless look, he knew that he was probably just writing to play with it.

But soon, Xue Xian swallowed back the thought just now.

Because Xuan Min picked up several paper ingots in succession, each ingot had words written on the bottom, and they were still so naive that they could be divided into several petals.

The bored Xue Xian counted: seven ingots, two father Xixi, three daughter Liang, and two empty.

...

What kind of hobbies is this?

However, according to the ingots that Xuan Min picked up, Xue Xian had roughly distinguished: Liu Chong was stupid, but he actually knew how to classify the categories. The piles next to the door were probably all written for his father Xixi, which was written for his father, Master Liu. The piles next to the Four Immortals table were all written for his mother. The piles scattered on the ground probably had not had time to write something.

So...who is the pile next to the bed?

Obviously, Xue Xian was not the only one who noticed this. Xuan Min simply looked through the piles in the outer room and then raised her foot into the inner room where the bed was placed.

As soon as he entered the inner room, Xue Xian sneezes by the yin energy that came to his face.

Liu Chong: “…”???

He stared at Xuan Min, who was expressionless, for a while, and then looked at Xuan Min's hand in ignorance, as if he hadn't figured out why the sound of sneezing came from his fingers for a while.

However, neither Xuan Min nor Xue Xian had time to pay attention to Liu Chong's actions. They were all shocked by the heavy yin energy here, and their eyes looked at the pile of paper ingots beside the bed.

Xuan Min frowned and walked over, picked up a ingot and took a look.

This time, the bottom of the book is neither father nor mother, but a large cloud of ink traces that are faintly unfolded. It seems that something more complicated than "father and mother", so it is so blurred into a piece.

Xuan Min picked up two more, both of them were like this.

However, one of them was relatively less confused, and Xuan Min barely recognized most of the word "Liu" from it.

Xuan Min knew very little about Master Liu's family. When he saw this word, he could only think of Master Liu and his two sons. However, judging from the large ink traces, the writing was neither "Liu Xu" nor "Liu Chong" or "Liu Jin".

Just as he bent down and planned to pick up another one, something rolled out of the hidden bag around his waist.

The thing called out "Ouch", and it happened to roll on the pile of paper ingots. When it landed, it was like a sachet of blew up the air, and suddenly expanded and turned into a living person.

*******

The man's skin was pale and his eyes were slightly blue, showing a tired scholar. He was no one else, but Jiang Shining.

He probably didn't think about why he suddenly turned from paper to human, and said with a confused look on his face: "Why did I get out?"

When he saw this big change of life, Liu Chong was unable to cry, and Xue Xian stopped pretending and replied to him: "Because the yin energy is too heavy."

After all, ghosts like yin. The reason why Jiang Shining cannot move during the day is because the yang energy is too heavy during the day. The yin energy in Liu Chong's room is even more powerful than the aged flavor of the chasing grave, so it is naturally cheaper for Jiang Shining.

However, Liu Chong is still alive with such a heavy yin energy, which is strange.

"Then why didn't you get out?" Jiang Shining asked in confusion.

Xue Xian said angrily: "I'm not talented, I've never died, I don't belong to you."

"What are you doing when you are not dead?" Jiang Shining felt that the person surnamed Xue was probably sick.

Since you are not a ghost, your body must still be there. Since you are still there, how idle you have to earn your soul out and live on a piece of paper? Isn’t this sick?

Xue Xian hung on Xuan Min's fingertips and replied lazily: "Do you care? If you have the time to speak, you might as well get up quickly."

After all, this sick scholar turned into a living person. Even a thin man like a stick, his weight was not light. The paper-folded ingot could not bear any weight. He rolled it like this and beaten most of the gold mountain to the ground in an instant.

When he glanced left and right, he found himself sitting on something, he was so shocked that he quickly bowed to Liu Chong to apologize: "Sincere."

Just as he was rolling and crawling to stand up, Liu Chong, who was stunned, finally reacted slowly. When he saw the flattened paper ingots all over the ground, he immediately roared "Ah--" and pushed Jiang Shining aside without hesitation. He knelt on the ground and carefully folded the flattened paper ingots again.

The fool's strength is much greater than that of ordinary people. Jiang Shining's body naturally couldn't withstand the push, and immediately fell and rolled around, hitting the Wudou wooden cabinet beside him.

The wooden cabinet was knocked and moved a few inches, and then hit the wall with a "bang".

Jiang Shining fell in a mess and held the ground embarrassedly, trying to get up and help Liu Chongzhe Yuanbao apologize. As soon as he exerted force, he took a breath of air conditioning and suddenly retracted his hand.

I saw a hole in his spread palm, which made him grin and frown, but he couldn't bleeding.

This is how the body is made of paper, which can make the lonely ghost step on the ground and touch the real thing with his hands. It looks like half a living person, but it is also very easy to get hurt.

"Why are there nails under the chest of drawers?" Jiang Shining complained with a depressed look on his face, then turned his head and muttered in a low voice: "Next time...If there is still next time, can we use cowhide instead?"
To be continued...