Chapter 1161: Method

The climate in Jingling City is dry and it rarely rains.
This patter of autumn rain moisturizes everything, the air is refreshing, and the scenery becomes vivid and vivid.
Huang Laogui stood under the eaves, stretched, then dragged a chair out of the door, sitting and picking his teeth.
There are six scattered villas by the lake, all of which were bought by Murong Cheng. They are empty and empty. Huang Laogui has always lived here.
Du Hao occasionally comes to stay for a few days.
It's just that every time he comes over, he is not as leisurely as Huang Old Ghost, but his nerves are tense and can't relax.
Du Hao walked into the yard with a layer of dampness on his body, and embarrassed mud spots were stuck on his straight trouser legs.
Huang Laogui opened his eyelids and glanced at him, his face was a little gloating: "Have you caught up?"
Du Hao shook his head and said humbly: "Escape too fast, I'm afraid that only seniors can surrender it."
"You can't catch up, I have old arms and legs, so I can't catch up!" Huang Laogui laughed.
Du Hao choked, looked at the other side's silly appearance, thought to say that it was useless, and walked into the room silently.
When I passed by Old Ghost Huang, the thoughts in my heart turned over and over, but I couldn't help it, and said one more sentence: "Old sir, if this matter is not resolved in one day, you can't leave in one day, why bother?"
"Oh, you are too discouraged to say this!" Huang Laogui spit out his toothpick and exclaimed, "I want to catch it too, but this ghost is too sophisticated! I slipped away before I got there. What can I do!"
Du Hao kindly persuades: "Old sir, you have to think of a way."
"Isn't this thinking?" Huang Laogui shook his legs, disapproving.
Du Hao was silent for a while, and asked: "Old sir, in fact, you can't help it. You have been procrastinating for time, haven't you?"
Old Huang was stunned.
My legs stopped shaking, my teeth stopped, and after a while, my eyes rolled around, "What are you talking about? I can't help it? Just kidding!"
Du Hao looked at him quietly: "..."
Huang Laogui stood up angrily: "What is your look?! Ah? When I was practicing Taoism, you hadn't been born yet! Do you dare to question me?!"
"You are so excited because of a guilty conscience?" Du Hao asked.
"Shit! You don't understand anything, I'm too lazy to tell you!" Old Huang grumbled into the house.
Du Hao looked at Huang Laogui's back and finally said something: "Old sir, if you really can't help it, you might as well go back to the ghost village and find the person who sold the ghosts. Maybe you can think of a way, but don't Be brave, in case something happens, neither of us can afford the consequences. You and I know what kind of temperament Rong is. It is easy to remove skin and bones."
Huang Laogui staggered as he went up the steps.
He stabilized quickly, then went upstairs shivering.
But I was thinking: Do you treat me as a fool? Don’t I know I’m going to ask for help? ! But in case... if it still can't be solved, what should the old folks in my village do?
To vent his anger, Murong Cheng was afraid that he would slaughter the village, right? After all... the ghosts are raised in their village and sold in their village, and they are considered accomplices.
Who doesn't have the feeling of returning to their roots? Huang Laogui is going to return to his hometown in the end because he will eat and drink spicy food outside. The ancestral graves are there, so he can't help but hesitate.
but……
but……
He still doesn't want to die! ! !
Namu Zening is really amazing, how did he find such a hidden place in the ghost village? ! How did you get on the line with the ghost seller? What a wicked door!
Huang Laogui circled around the house in a hurry and couldn't sleep at night. He stared at him all night, and the next day his eyes were black and blue, as if he was getting older overnight.
He knocked on Du Hao's door and coughed twice, "Um, Xiao Du, discuss something with you..."