She backed up slowly, her eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, fearing that the black shadow would suddenly appear out of nowhere. Since ancient times, there have been various versions of stories about the two immortals Huang Hu and Huang Hu being circulated in the Northeast. Hu is naturally a vixen, and Huang is a vixen.

It's the weasel, Huang Pizi has become a spirit. It is said that the vixen who has a moral character transforms into a beautiful woman and has sex with a man, and in the end the man ends up exhausted and dead. However, the rumors about Huang Pizi do not have ever-changing tricks, at most they are just

Charming. She is not afraid of charming. Her father told him that if you encounter a yellow skin in Hulatun, there is no need to panic or avoid its deep eyes. Maybe the yellow skin can charm other people, but it has no influence on the Nan family.

Haiyue asked about the reason, but even his father couldn't explain it clearly.

Since it can't turn into a human form, at least with the martial arts it has learned over the years, it can't even think of hurting itself at all. Thinking of this, Xiao Haiyue encouraged herself again in her heart, her confidence gradually grew, and the two sharp Emei thorns flashed in her hands.

Silver light, murderous intent exposed.

"I am from the Nan family! I am from the Nan family! I have unparalleled kung fu! I have a prominent noble bloodline!" After all, the child was too young, so she could only remind herself desperately in the depths of her heart.

Suddenly, she retreated step by step, and retreated under the dense canopy of the big tree. The tip of her head seemed to be scratched by a branch, which made her feel a little itchy. She subconsciously reached back to scratch the back of her head. When she returned her hand, it just happened to touch her.

She reached the "branch" behind her head and scratched her. It was hard, and it didn't feel like grass, but something made of cloth. She tried to push it, but the thing was very heavy, as if it had fallen on the crown of the tree.

I used a little force to push it away, but not long after, the thing swung back and hit the girl on the back of the head. The inertia was so strong that the hit made her stagger and almost fall down.

During this process, she kept her back to that thing. Even though she was young, she knew the truth well. There are three fires on a person's shoulders. When you turn around, the wind will extinguish these three fires. This fire is also Yang.

Once the fire and yang fire are extinguished, those dirty things will no longer be afraid. And although I have the skills to get close to me, I am too young after all, and I am a girl. The girl's body is yin, and it is easy to attract ghosts and ghosts. When encountering these dirty things,

Without the Yang Fire, things would probably be in bad luck.

She stood up, not daring to look back, and tried to touch the back of her head. The hard objects should be a pair of shoes. The front end of the shoes was very pointed, and a silk flower was sewn on the top. The shoes were not big. Haiyue thought they might be bigger than

The shoes she was wearing were still too small. She had probably already made a judgment in her mind about what was behind her. A 10-year-old child, alone in a deserted house in the dead of night, unexpectedly bumped into a bastard. For most people, let alone being frightened to death.

She was probably so paralyzed that she lost consciousness long ago. But she was surprisingly calm. She pretended that this was not the case and did not look back. She slowly walked forward a few steps until she reached the main room on the opposite side.

Without thinking, she reached out and pushed open the door of the main room. After entering, Xiao Haiyue seemed to be very familiar with the furnishings in the room. She tiptoed to the table, took out a lighter and lit the oil lamp on the table. There was a cold wind outside the door.

Still, she wrapped her little hand around the wick, slightly blocking the flames. She calmed down, then turned around, and pushed open the window. All the windows in this house were old-fashioned. Although they were not made of paper, they were still open.
Chapter completed!