"What a weird night!"

There was no resentment in the woman in white, and there was no other figure in Zhang Xuezhou's bedroom.

For a whole night, only Zhang Xuezhou walked around the room.

"I clearly heard a woman screaming when I woke up!"

At this time, the only evidence at the scene was a white silk.

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the tightly tied white silk, and heard Rong Tianding mention that Zhang Xuezhou wanted to try hanging, which made Zhang Xuezhou feel a little cold.

"Cousin, I tell you, I'm so honest when I sleep, I won't move at all. You can't wake me up even if you beat gongs and drums next to me!"

When Zhang Xuezhou was young, Zhang Chong and Yourong suspected that Zhang Xuezhou had died at night several times, but they were reluctant to throw it away, so Zhang Xuezhou survived to the next day.

Zhang Xuezhou must be awake and returned to reality when he is at a certain point. He doesn’t know how to explain it, nor does he know how to make others believe it.

He can only mention that he has excellent sleeping qualities and cannot do anything in a standard way.

"I asked Taoist Mu to ask, and I agreed to let the ghosts come to our Rong family. The ghosts didn't see them, so I came to do evil ways in the world." Rong Li said angrily: "He must have learned the methods of going around the world and burned the smoke in our Rong family!"

"What can be so mysterious in the smoke?" Jia Zhiyuan asked in a low voice with a pale face.

"I don't know what kind of smoke is," Rong Li said impatiently: "Anyway, there are so many kinds of smoke in the world. If you smell it casually, you will be sold to the kiln without you realizing it!"

"So outrageous?" Jia Zhiyuan said in surprise.

"If we can make some cigarettes, wouldn't our family have whatever we want..."

"I dare to learn the evil ways of the Jianghu people, I will discount your legs today!"

...

Rong Tianding had just lifted up his little thoughts, but then he was knocked down again.

For the Rong family, this night was not a good time.

Zhang Xuezhou walked back and forth in the room all night, and they also spent the middle of the night outside, and were all tossed.

This is inconsistent with Mu Dao Ren’s agreement.

What they want to see is a ghost, not a mist that loses mind and power.

Rong Li thought for a while and felt that she had figured it out.

She didn't bother to rest, and temporarily slowed down the massacre business in East City.

"Let's go out of the city and find trouble for Mu Dao Ren!"

Put the pig-killing knife on your waist, and Rong Li stepped out.

"Auntie and mom are really carved from the same mold. By the way, my mom doesn't seem to be like this!"

Rong Li and Yourong are doing things in a hurry, doing whatever they say, and their temperaments are rarely roundabout.

Song Fengying was busy lying to the live broadcast room to deceive the uncles to give rewards.

Zhang Xuezhou thought about it for several seconds but couldn't figure out this difference.

"Is it because I was dissatisfied with my mother that I created another personality to complement each other in my dreams..."

He muttered a few words in his heart, then left these things behind and quickly followed Rong Li.

"Li Erlang, Wang Jiadi, Mao Renfeng, Zhu Dan is fucking the guy and is ready to fight!"

Rong Li is not too reckless, she knows that fighting requires people to attract them.

Jia Zhiyuan couldn't count on such a thing. As for Rong Tianding, the painter, Zhang Xuezhou had good strength, but he was still not good at killing pigs. This situation is hard to say that the fight is fierce.

Rong Li shouted, and Li Erlang and others quickly tied the pig and then took the stick.

When opening a pig slaughter stall, there are troubles in the future, and even accidents occur when collecting pigs or driving pigs. They are used to fighting and even become gangs that few people in the East City are messing with.

Listening to Rong Tianding muttering about the glorious affairs of the Rong family, Zhang Xuezhou somehow thought of the gangsters that Zhang Manqian was convinced.

"I see something on the sun and think about something on the night, probably that's it!"

After forcibly contacting each other, Zhang Xuezhou felt that everything in his dream made sense.

What is different from reality is that he is a good citizen in reality, but he is hiding among the gangsters here.

Three miles outside the city is Puyun Temple, which is not far from the East City.

After about half an hour, everyone had already seen the Taoist temple with black tiles and white walls.

"What's the matter? This Puyun Temple is still on fire!"

When everyone arrived at Puyun Temple, they saw thick smoke rising from Puyun Temple and several pilgrims were helping to put out the fire.

"Where is Taoist Master Mu?"

Rong Li called out a pilgrimage and asked politely.

"Master Mu was fainted by the fireworks. We dragged him there. We are not awake yet!"

"What?"

The Rong family was in trouble all night last night, and Puyun Temple outside the city was even more difficult.

Rong Li looked at the pilgrims igniting the branches, and felt that most of the Puyun Temple would burn even to a point where only a few walls were left to stop.

When Taoist Mu ended up like this, Rong Li's momentum was inevitable in search of the scene, and she felt that she could not cause trouble.

She walked dozens of steps before she saw the Mu Taoist lying in the pile of grass.

At this time, Mu Taoist was burning black in a gray robe, and most of his hair and beard were burned. His entire mouth and eyes were crooked, and he kept twitching and spitting white foam, completely despicable from the previous style of a master.

"What are you doing when you are standing there? Hurry up and save people!"

The fire in Puyun Temple cannot be extinguished, but you can help Taoist Mu in front of you so that the other party will die here.

Rong Li shouted, then inserted the pig-killing knife back into the leather hood at her waist, and then helped Mu Dao Ren to her knees.

"The Taoist priest should have smoked cigarettes in the fire. This kind of cigarette hurts people very much. I heard that many people who have encountered fire were not burned to death by the fire, but were choked to death by the smoke!" Li Erlang thought.

"I'll pat the Taoist priest's back!" Mao Renfeng said.

"I'll find some water to splash the Taoist priest's face!" Zhu Dan also said.

For a moment, everyone worked together, and Jia Zhiyuan followed the doctor's gesture to push the uterus to promote blood circulation to Mu Dao Ren.

"How long has he been in a coma?"

After being busy for a while, Taoist Mu was still foaming there, and Jia Zhiyuan felt something was wrong.

He had seen fires put out the fire, and had also seen people choking by smoke, but no one was as skewed and foaming as Mu Dao Ren.

Most people seem to be unable to survive such a long time after being choked by fireworks.

More than ten minutes later, Jia Zhiyuan couldn't help but start asking many pilgrims.

"The Taoist priest has been fainting for more than half an hour," said a pilgrim: "When we came here, we saw the Taoist priest lying on the ground and twitching."

"It's been so long?"

Jia Zhiyuan was surprised and then looked at everyone.

"Have you ever seen clearly what the Taoist priest was doing at that time?" Rong Li asked in a deep voice and said to the pilgrimage.

"When we went in, we saw several big red tables, several rotten incense burners, and various red and white cloths pulled together. The Taoist priest was lying in front of the big red table. He probably was doing some ritual at that time, and accidentally let the fire in the furnace lit up the cloth strips!"

"There are three big red tables and three incense burners. I also saw three wooden villains on the table!"

"There is another wooden villain who is grasping the Taoist priest... Now there is only one head left!"

...

The pilgrims described the relevant things they had just entered the Taoist temple and roughly sorted out the matter.

Rong Li broke Mu Dao Ren's right hand hard, and saw a small wood head leaking out from Mu Dao Ren's palm.

“This handmade is really bad!”

Rong Tianding looked at Mutou's head, then looked at Mutou's facial features, and felt that the appearance of Mutou's head was somewhat familiar.

His eyes shifted several times and finally fell on Zhang Xuezhou.

"Cousin, do you look at this wooden head like you?"

Chapter completed!