Chapter 143: Tossing task

　　Looking at Mao Quan, the old man's expression became strange.
　　He thought of many possibilities, but he didn't think of this one.
　　 is not a suspicion. The appearance of Mao Quan is exactly the same as when he was a young man. He said that he has a special facelift for revenge. Who believes?
　　 thought, the old man suddenly waved a knife at Mao Quan, and the machet flashed sharply from Mao Quan...
　　 Mao Quan: "..."
　　 Chen Hao: "..."
　　 calmly put away the machete, the old man said: "It's a real ghost, come in and talk."
　　 Chen Hao: ...
　　 Mao Quan: ...
　　Rooster: ...
　　Black cat: ...
　　 Xiong Lili: ...
　　Middle-aged women: ...
　　 Fifteen imp: What's the situation?
In the house where 　　 entered, the old man looked at Chen Hao: "Can Liwa and his mother also look at Quanzi?"
　　 Chen Hao smiled and said: "Of course, but Grandpa, how come you are not surprised?"
　　 The old man glanced at Chen Hao: "Why? When my old man in the mountain didn't know anything, the demon hadn't seen anything, but this old ghost man wasn't the first time I saw it. What's rare."
　　 Chen Hao: "..."
　　 Uncle, you are awesome.
　　 blessed a middle-aged woman with an open eye to let her see Mao Quan.
　　 Just a glance, the middle-aged woman's eyes were red, tears were flowing, and her excited lips were shaking.
　　 "Mom, my son is not filial, come to see you." Mao Quan couldn't help but knelt down crying.
　　 looked at the scene of a mother-child relationship. Chen Hao looked more and could calm down.
　　 Xiong Lili had followed her tears, covering her mouth with both hands, and was not moved.
　　Even if fifteen ghosts are born, they have complicated eyes and seem to be envious.
　　 "Master, can you come out and talk?" The old man sighed and said to Chen Hao.
　　 Chen Hao glanced at the old man's machete and quickly said: "Of course."
Walking out of the door, the old man sighed and looked at the bright starry sky: "The dog egg was going to go out, and I disagreed. His stinky temper was exactly the same as his father's, and he went out to lose money. Sure enough, he died outside. Unexpectedly Even the children of Gouzizi have followed in the footsteps, and they don’t know what they know under Gouzizi Spring.
　　 Chen Hao just laughed and said nothing.
　　 Uncle, you are far away, it has nothing to do with me.
　　 looked at Chen Hao again, the old man said: "The guy is good, he entered the Dao at a young age and has a future."
　　 Chen Hao was surprised and said: "Uncle also knows the door?"
　　The old man smiled and said, "What do you not know? In the past, we also had a Taoist heritage in this mountain, but it was a pity that the old Taoist broke it a few decades ago."
　　 Chen Hao suddenly, sighed immediately.
　　 The door is dead.
　　 "Right, I'm sorry for what happened just now. I used a knife and a gun without asking clearly. Didn't scare you?" said the old man again.
　　 Even ghosts are scared by you, okay.
　　Chen Hao laughed: "How can it be, uncle is right, in the middle of the night, when strangers come suddenly, it is normal to be alert."
　　The old man said: "It's okay, but it's always impolite, so, I will have a banquet tomorrow and apologize to you."
　　 "This, this is not necessary." Chen Hao quickly refused.
　　The old man said seriously: "It must be that although we live in the mountains, we are not barbarians who do not understand etiquette. If we are wrong, we are wrong, let alone make mistakes with the benefactor. That's it."
　　 Chen Hao was about to speak again, and suddenly a quarrel came from inside the house.
　　 "No, I can't agree to this."
　　 Listen to the voice, it is Mao Quan's mother.
　　Chen Hao and the old man looked at each other in amazement, then quickly entered the house.
　　 Sure enough, the two who were still deep in love between mother and son, but at this time, their eyes were big and small.
　　 "Mom, you must listen to me about this, you can't delay your brother." Mao Quanzhuang raised his neck and looked stubborn.
　　Middle-aged woman glared: "Why do you want me to listen to you? You can't manage yourself, what is your qualification to control your brother."
　　 "Because I am an elder brother, and this village is too poor, education can't keep up with it. How about my younger brother? Do you want him to go out and move bricks?" Mao Quan retorted.
　　Middle-aged woman sneered: "Even if you move bricks, it's better than you messing around outside, at least you can't die."
　　 Mao Quan: "..."
　　 Seeing this scene, Chen Hao looked speechless.
　　 Should Nima blame herself for being talkative? When she came, did she have to say more spicy words? Well, this kid is really learning and selling, and it is used directly. You want to make trouble.
　　 "How? Are you scornful of your hometown?" At this time, the old man also spoke, and subconsciously picked up the machete placed on the table.
Mao Quan shrunk his neck, and then remembered that he was a ghost, afraid of wool, and immediately retorted: "Six Grandpa, it's not that I dislike it. You talk about whether living in the mountains is not as good as outside. My brother studies hard, he……"
"He, what he is, he's a good match. You think it's bad to be in the mountains, what are you doing back? Believe it or not, I will remove you from the genealogy. In the future, our old Mao family will not have you as a descendant, and you will not see you in the face. Ancestor." Grandpa Six stared.
　　 Mao Quan opened his mouth silently.
Grandpa Liu also pointed to the middle-aged woman who felt something was wrong: "Don’t listen to this bear child, you are all dead, and you are still fooling around. We have food and accommodation in Mao Old Village, and we can study and practice martial arts. No worries."
　　Middle-aged women had no time to think about it, and quickly said: "I listen to Six Uncles."
　　Mao Quan was dumbfounded. What I said was good, and what I thought was correct. How could no one understand?
　　 quickly looked at Chen Hao, Mao Quan looked for help.
　　Chen Hao gangsterly said: "Mao Quan, I brought you back. I made you meet with your mother, not let you come back to fight. Why? You don't want to be reborn, want to be a lone ghost?"
　　 "No, you master first..."
"What first?~EbookFREE.me~ You are all dead, what are you worried about? Your six grandpas are right, you can't manage yourself, what else can you control others? Mao Quan, think carefully, If your mother can pull you and your younger brother together, it means that she can educate the child well and have her own considerations. If you say that now, if something really goes out, who is going to help? Do you? Chen Hao strongly refuted .
　　 Mao Quan stunned.
　　 seems to be right too. I didn’t think about it comprehensively.
　　 And said in good faith, this villager is really good.
　　 looked at her mother, and Mao Quan finally stopped arguing about the issue, and said bitterly, "Then listen to her mother."
　　Middle-aged women looked at their son's clothes softly, and they also smiled: "Quanzi, you can rest assured that as long as your brother is willing to study, I will just sell the pot and sell iron for him."
　　 "Well, then I'm gone, Mom, you take care, don't let your brother learn from me."
　　 With Mao Quan's words falling, Chen Hao's relaxed voice sounded.
　　 "Ding Dong: The right to lose the ghost hair, three years and five months of unjust souls, the willingness to complete the death, a year of rewards."
　　Feeling the growth of the mana in Danfu, Chen Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
　　 finally gave away this guy who was always a blame. Really can toss people.
　　 gave away Mao Quan, and the old man arranged for Chen Hao to stay in a courtyard, and said that he would treat him tomorrow, so Chen Hao must give him this face.
　　What else can Chen Hao say, can't go back in the middle of the night, this big night, the mountain road is not easy to go.
　　Furthermore, the black cat and rooster were also tossed down and had to agree.
　　 Nothing happened overnight, and the next day, a roar of chickens sounded in the mountain village surrounded by mist. The voice was loud and resounded throughout the wild, and after the sound, the roosters roared in unison.
　　Second offer.