Chapter 835: Master, give me a shower

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Mrs. Zeng did not say it herself, but let her two sons and daughters follow her.
Before I waited for other people to kneel down, the two Mencius Yi waved their hands and faintly said: "I like quiet."
This is to abandon that Mrs. Zeng’s wife has too many things, and it’s noisy.
Mrs. Zeng heard this, the crying stopped, and even the twitching voice was kept to a minimum. "Master, let you laugh, I am worried about my grandfather."
"I will save him."
Mrs. Zeng was relieved to hear this, and this master really had a way to save the master.
Zengfu was quiet, and there was only the pain of the old man in the house. The voice of the scorpion was still dumb, and the pain of the carnivorous sore can be seen.
These ghost sores are not only called, they will slowly devour the flesh and blood of the host, tormenting the host to death. Meng Ziyi steadily held his own knives and knives, and continued without hesitation: "This ghost face is the only one with a ghost face. Only one evil spirit is boarding in the flesh, but because this evil spirit is mostly tragic or He succumbs to death, his body has a strong grievance, and the evil spirits devour the flesh and blood.
Strong, will spread these grievances to other places, and thus become other ghost faces, which is why the ghosts on the back of the old man have a lot of changes.

Nan Yan listened. I wanted to be a good student. I didn't know what to ask, but I thought it would be a scabbard.
I don't want Mengzi Yi to play her head at the moment, saying: "If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."
Huh? Is this what makes her speak? Not afraid to scare others.
Last time she took the initiative to open her mouth in front of Auntie and Li Dazhuang because the master had just finished the hand, and the two had even seen the ghosts. The knife spirit is very easy to accept, but now...
Hey, the master doesn't care, she wants to do so much.
"Master, do you mean that there is only one attached evil spirit in these faces? Other grimace is its grievances?" asked Nanxun.
Nanxun’s sudden opening can scare a few people in the house.
"Mother, how do I hear that a woman is talking, is it a ghost? I am afraid, hehe..." Miss Zeng San may be a big crying bag, crying and hiding in the arms of Mrs. Zeng.
The young master of Zeng Er was obviously scared, but the death did not move. He replied: "You got it wrong! It was the mother who was talking."
Nanxuan rolled his eyes: "Kid, I don't want to be your mother."
"Ah, ah, ah, big brother, there are really ghosts! The master master is catching ghosts!"
"I am not a ghost, nor a demon. I am the master's sword spirit. I am so embarrassed." Nan snorted, she remembered that this kid had not given the master a good face.
Several people looked at the knife in the hands of the master, and found that the sound came from above.
Meng Ziyi couldn't see the appearance of several people in Zeng's family. Even if he saw him, he would not care. He touched the upper end of the scabbard and said: "You can think so."
This is a question that answers Nanxuan’s talent.
"Master, how to cure this ghost sore, you will give me a hand."
Meng Ziyi heard her eagerness, could not help but raise her eyebrows, thought she had seen her careful thoughts, and said, "Reassured, still can't die."
Nanxun: ...
She behaved much like she was worried about what was a lord? She just wants to see how the master can get rid of this ghost sore. In the past, when she followed her ancestors, she did not encounter such a sorcerer. She only saw a book with ghosts and sores on the bookshelf. She said that she could use the red blood powder to paint the fire, dispel the grievances, and let the evil spirits in the ghost sores. Become a wild ghost without resentment, and then go over, evil spirits and resentment are gone, those ghosts are sore
Nature will slowly fade away.
Obviously, the practice in the book is more human. Nancy does not think that the big boss will use such a gentle method, and there is no red saltpeter in his bag.
Meng Ziyi suddenly said: "Go to cinnabar and clean pens."
This is not what he said to a specific person. When Zeng Dazhong listened, he immediately said, "I have it in my study room. I will go to the master!"
Master Zeng Er now changed his previous attitude and asked respectfully: "Is there any need for the master?"
Meng Ziyi tweeted, said: "Give me a small bowl of your blood."
Nanxun snickered, this is absolutely the master to complete him, this blood is estimated to be available, but since he took the initiative to come up, the master is like his intention.
After the second master had stunned, he said nothing, but he went to take the bowl and the knife. After a while, he cut the left palm and poured half a bowl of blood.
Nanxun: Shicheng children, all said that the small half bowl, the result is more than half a bowl, and not afraid of excessive blood loss.
However, the bowl of their home is quite small.
Meng Ziyi poured some blood into the cinnabar, leaving a small bowl.
The young master of Zeng Er took advantage of the small half bowl of blood that might be extra. He felt that his mouth was really hurting.
After smashing the cinnabar with a pen, Meng Ziyi began to draw on the back of the prince.
Before his movements were still a little careless, but when he started to write, the gestures of the gestures were all in one go, and there was no pause.
Ghost face sore is dangerous when he approaches the pen, and the cry is louder.
When the characters that occupied the entire back were painted, these sly faces began to scream and scream, and they were sharper than ever before. There seemed to be something under the faces of the faces that screamed to rush out, and the faces were kept agitated.
The former lord, who was about to faint in the past, also screamed again. If there were no strong eyes, the old man would have to hit the ground with his head.
"Fast, must hold the master!" Mrs. Zeng shouted.
After a while, the ghosts and sores on the back of the old man slowly became smaller. Then, a few people saw a black mist floating from the faces of these ghosts, which were mixed with a smoky smoke.
Then, the distorted facial features began to flow out of the black water, and a thick stench smell filled the entire room.
When the black water flowed almost, the facial features of these ghost sores seemed to be corroded, and began to melt until they disappeared.
At the same time, in an old house, an old man with a white-haired robes spit out blood.
The old man raised his face, his face was stunned, his eyes were sinister.
It seems that I have met my peers.
No, he is not the idiot of these idiots!
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The black water in the house was stinking, and everyone covered their noses with their hands.
"Master, so stinky!" Nanxun was almost stunned.
Meng Ziyi: "Break the breath."
Nanxun snorted and immediately said, "Master, wait a minute for me to take a shower. It's all stinky."
Meng Ziyi shook his hand with his handle.
The loss of Nanxun also continued to add: "When you finish washing, remember to dry my body, clean it inside and outside, or it will rust." Hey, she is full of reasons.