Li Fugui said: "This is the Bailiang Knife I bought at the Jinge Shop in Qingyang City." He is not a fool, how could his wife and children's death be touched by him and have no hatred for the witch? This knife is a clear proof that he is still a bloody man.

But he was just an ordinary farmer after all, with wine and knife on one side. But he never made up his mind to pick up the knife. Instead, he became depressed day by day in the drunken village, and finally found that he had no strength to hold the knife. But he kept the knife and did not take it out for a good wine.

Li Fugui was thinking about the past and burst into tears: "I dare not sell this knife, nor can I sell it. If I sell it, I will have nothing."

Li Qingshan was in a state of excitement, his face remained silent, and he silently returned the knife to the sheath and wrapped it: "If you can trust me, this knife will belong to me, and I will give you an explanation."

Li Fugui turned his back and waved his hand. Li Qingshan walked out the door and walked quickly, hoping to come to the door and cut the witch with a knife. He returned to the hut and practiced boxing before calming down.

"What level of magical power can be considered as a driving ghost? How much is the power of my ox and tits?"

"The strong can make all ghosts go to the sect, call them the Ghost Emperor, and interact with gods and demons. If you are weak, you can only bully ordinary people. Practicing is not only useless, but also harmful, with yin energy invading the body, chaotic mind, and eccentric temperament."

"The witch is naturally the latter type." Li Qingshan felt relieved. This was what he expected to calculate. Otherwise, the witch would not have eaten him for nothing, and it took so long to take revenge.

"But don't underestimate him, you can't see ghosts, many methods are hard to guard against."

Li Qingshan thought: "Brother Niu, I heard that people wiped the tears from their eyes and saw ghosts. I wonder if it was true?"

"Stop thinking about me, Lao Niu has no tears in his life."

"Men don't cry easily, but they are not sad. Brother Niu, aren't you sad?"

The green bull has left the bull's head and ignores him.

Li Qingshan knew that Brother Niu was a real bull-tempered person, so he stopped persuading him. These days, the two of them have communicated a lot. He vaguely realized Qingniu's thoughts and did not want Li Qingshan to rely on it. He walked his own way and had to resist what he did.

At dusk, Qingniu suddenly handed a small porcelain bottle to Li Qingshan. Without explaining anything, he walked out of the door, went to Woniugang, and looked at the 100,000 mountains under the setting sun.

Li Qingshan opened the small porcelain bottle and saw that there was a transparent light blue liquid inside. He moved his heart and smiled brightly. He thanked the green cow's back. He dipped the liquid with artemisia and dripped it into his eyes carefully.

At first, he didn't feel anything, but then he felt his eyes getting hotter and hotter, and he would have almost couldn't help but scream in pain if it weren't for the hard practices these days.

In the smoke-filled blue brick house, a group of people from outside came to ask gods for advice and looked at a piece of talisman paper flying in the air, and then suddenly started to burn itself, and it was a blue flame.

They couldn't see a pale-faced child holding the talisman paper with great difficulty. They just lowered their heads, handed over all the money to the witch in fear, and then went backwards.

The witch carefully packed the money, and her face suddenly became ferocious: "What's going on? Why is Li Er not dead yet? Are you not doing things attentively? Do you want me to deal with you?"

The child's dull and dull face also showed a look of fear, and he shook his head desperately.

The witch suddenly shook the bell in her hand, and the child bumped into the house in pain, causing a gust of cold wind and blew away the storm of smoke.

After a long time, the witch stopped the bell: "Be good, listen to grandma, grandma will not treat you badly." He handed over a thin embroidery needle to the child: "Take it and blind his eyes."

The child struggled to grasp the embroidery needle and flew to Woniugang in the night wind.

In the night, Li Qingshan was still sitting in the yard with his eyes closed and meditating.

The child walked over, raised the embroidery needle in his hand, and slowly stabbed Li Qingshan's eyes. In the eyes of ordinary people, there was only one needle flying in the air by itself, not to mention that the embroidery needle was extremely thin. Even if it was not clear during the day, let alone at night.

Li Qingshan felt something, suddenly opened his eyes, ignoring the embroidery needles that were close to him, and stared at the child's dark eyes like a sharp sword: "What are you going to do?" His eyes were bright, as if two balls of flames were burning.

In the evening, just when Li Qingshan was in great pain, the faint breath in his body suddenly began to move, wandering between his eyes, and the painful feeling suddenly eased a lot.

When the pain and burning feeling disappeared, a cool feeling flowed in his eyes, making him feel very comfortable. At this moment, a warning suddenly appeared in his heart. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the little ghost from last night standing in front of him with an embroidery needle.

He was also surprised and a little scared. He originally thought that the witch had just some tricks of ghosts and would never be able to compete with him head-on. Anyway, the ghost's yin energy could not hurt him, so he had the intention of underestimating the enemy. But if he hadn't been able to see the ghost suddenly, he would have been plotted against and his eyes were destroyed. In this way, it would be better to kill him early.

The child was even more surprised. Li Qingshan looked at him with anger, his whole body trembled, and the embroidery needle in his hand fell to the ground, and he retreated lightly from afar.

Li Qingshan looked at the little ghost carefully and found that he was only about six or seven years old and was very handsome. If he hadn't his face was pale, he would have been like a golden boy and a jade girl. He was wearing a silk and satin robe. He thought it was his outfit during his lifetime, not like a little ghost who was driven, but like a young man from a wealthy family.

The child saw that Li Qingshan could see him, and he didn't dare to go forward, but was afraid that he would not be able to complete the task. When he went back, he was punished by the witch and did not dare to leave. He was frozen there.

Li Qingshan no longer had fear in his heart. Everything was the most terrifying thing that could not be seen. Now he saw it clearly and found that the little devil was even more scared than him, so he opened his mouth and asked: "What's your name? Where did you come from?"

But no matter how he asked, the child was Mu Na Na and refused to answer. Li Qingshan's heart moved: "You can't speak?"

The child hesitated for a while before nodding.

Li Qingshan thought it was just used by the witch, so he would have died at such a young age, and maybe he was killed by the witch, so he felt a little sympathetic and his attitude became gentler.

"I was so close yesterday, why are you hiding now? Come here, I have something to ask you."

Seeing that his expression became less terrible, the child took a few steps closer like a terrified beast.

Li Qingshan said: "Since you don't want to speak, then nod and shake your head to answer. Do you understand what you said?"

The child nodded.

One person and one ghost, just communicate.
Chapter completed!