Chapter 1581: Who said my portrait is not useful?

Suddenly, a fist-sized, brightly colored frog jumped out of the grass.
Old man Wang saw the frog and immediately chased it up.
"Oh, I see, you must be yelling just now, right? You naughty, don't stay in the grass to catch bugs, but yelling to scare me, this old man, what should you be guilty of? Look at you The green leather jacket is so beautiful."
Old man Wang squatted on the ground, staring at the frog with interest.
At this time, the frog jumped on a large rock, lay on the rock and basked in the sun, and then opened his mouth and croaked.
Hearing the cry of the little frog, the old man Wang opened his mouth in surprise.
"Ah? It turns out that you didn't make the chirping sound just now. If it weren't for you, who would it be? I'm really confused. The frog's croaking statement is clearly croaking, why should I I think it's a frog calling."
Old man Wang continued to look around, at a loss.
Master Azan looked at the small tent under his crotch, lowered his voice and reprimanded, "Hey! You stinky fox, be honest with me. Don't make noise here, it's okay to cause me trouble."
ChirpChirp
The thing called out again.
Master Azan cursed anxiously, "Hey, you fox, you are afraid that the old man will not hear you, so you call out again. Didn't you deliberately act against me?"
However, the curse went to curse, and it was too late to curse, and Old Man Wang had already heard it.
At this time, the old man Wang was facing Master Azan, squatting on the ground looking at the frog, and his body shook suddenly when he heard the call.
This time, Old Man Wang heard it clearly, and the call came from behind him. He looked back and found that there was nothing behind him.
"That voice is obviously the feeling of being close at hand, why can't you see anything when you turn your head?"
The old man Wang finally got hairy and he opened his throat and shouted, "Oh my god, it's a haunted evil. It's a haunted day."
Old man Wang was frightened, stood up, ran into the duty room, knelt in front of the portrait of Zhong Kui in the duty room, respectfully lit a piece of incense, and kept kowtow.
"Oh, there's a ghost, Master Zhong Kui, hurry up and get rid of the little devil. Master Zhong Kui, come out quickly. Please, come out quickly."
Master Azan looked at the old man Wang and couldn't laugh or cry. "This old man is really stupid. He believed the piece of paper on the wall. It's useful to burn incense and worship this piece of paper! It's getting more and more confused."
As soon as he finished speaking, I took another look at Zhong Kui's picture on the wall. The painting was still there. Zhong Kui in the painting was gone.
"Mom, where is Zhong Kui? He was clearly in the painting just now."
Before he could react, he heard a gust of wind flashing behind him.
Master Azan looked back, but saw a man with a leopard head and eyes, an iron face and a beard standing in front of him. The man was wearing a red robe and holding a Seven-Star Dragon Abyss sword. It was not Zhong Kui, but who was it?
The majestic Zhong Kui in front of him pointed to Master Azan and said sharply, "Who said that my portrait is not useful?"
At this time, Master Azan was really dumbfounded. He stepped back tremblingly, and complained in a low voice, "You fox, that stinky old man called Zhong Kui, it's all you fox. Woe. You're fine in my crotch, yelling for something."
Zhong Kui raised his sword and picked a beautiful sword flower.
"What an ugly monster, at first glance, it looks a bit like my long-lost brother."
Master Azan worried that he would lose to Zhong Kui, but he didn't want to lose to the opponent first.
"Zhong Kui, you said that I look like your brother, but you admit that I am ugly too?"
Zhong Kui snorted, "Chinese language is extensive and profound, I mean you are ugly, do you understand?"
"Oh? I'm ugly? I admit that I'm ugly, even so ugly that no woman is willing to look at me more, but you are no more handsome than me."
Ever since, Zhong Kui and Master Azan, the pair of ugly monsters, glared at each other, and the air was full of gunpowder.
Zhong Kui sneered, "Well, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, let's talk about business, since the old man asked me to come out, I have to take care of this nosy."
Master Azan was surprised, "What are you going to do?"
Zhong Kui smiled, "I know you have a lifeblood that does not belong to you."
Mage Azan lowered his head and saw the small tent under his crotch, and immediately cursed in a low voice, "Asshole, you fox, don't hurry up."
Zhong Kui said, "Huh? Did I say something wrong?"
Master Azan glanced at the small tent, and had to sigh, "Master Zhong Kui, it really has good eyesight. The lifeblood under my crotch really does not belong to me. The owner of this lifeblood is a thousand-year fox demon. The fox demon has been made into a charm bead by me, but the lifeblood of the fox demon has grown on me abruptly. It can't get rid of it, which makes me feel very troubled. Moreover, it often calls out regardless of occasion. , As for it to stand up to prop up the tent in my crotch, it is even more commonplace. It is really miserable to be grown on by such a disgusting thing."
Zhong Kui said, "Since you are so troubled, it's better for me to help you get rid of it."
Master Azan suspected that there was a problem with his hearing, "Huh? Master Zhong Kui, you are so kind, are you willing to help me out?"
Zhong Kui smiled and said, "You heard that right, I will help you out." After speaking, he immediately raised the sword and made a posture to cut it down.
Master Azan looked at the shimmering sword, and then at the small tent set up in his crotch, frowned, "Wait! Master Zhong Kui, how are you going to help me out?"
"Since all the troubles are due to the lifeblood, it is better for me to cut it down with a single sword. My Seven-Star Dragon Abyss sword is a weapon for slashing demons and slaying demons. If you keep a sword, you can take away the fox monster's Cut it off so that it can no longer stay on you and make trouble."
"Then there will be Lord Lao. If adults can help me get rid of my troubles, that would be great."
Master Azan thanked him.
"It's my public office to kill demons and demons, so why don't I have to say thank you."
After Zhong Kui finished speaking, he raised the sword again, seeing that the sword was about to fall, Master Azan exclaimed again, "Stop! Don't cut! Don't cut!"
Master Azan finished speaking and immediately stretched out his hand to protect the small tent.
Zhong Kui was anxious when he saw Master Azan clutching his crotch and not letting go.
"Hey, what are you doing? Quickly take your hands away, aren't you going to let me chop off your hands together?"
"No way, Master Zhong Kui, I forgot to ask you something."
Zhong Kui waved his hand impatiently, "Oh, you are really long-winded, what else do you want to ask. Just ask."