"wack?"

Lu Chen was startled and whispered:

"Yao Yao, you mean this...this sculpture is a living person?"

"Hmm~"

Yaoyao nodded vigorously.

"Shou Xianren!"

Lu Chen's heart was beating wildly, and he carefully looked at the sculpture. He saw the sculpture sitting cross-legged on a glass base, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, a solemn appearance, and a three-foot-long beard hanging down naturally.

Although the shape is similar to that of a human, it is clearly a glass statue and does not look like a living person no matter how you look at it.

Lu Chen frowned and asked:

"Yao Yao, where is the incense?"

"On the weirdos."

"Can it be absorbed?"

"Yao Yao try it."

As Meng Yao spoke, she pouted her mouth and was about to take a sip when Lu Chen reached out and blocked Yao Yao's mouth and warned:

"Don't suck it yet, brother, take a look first."

As he spoke, Lu Chen kneaded the magic formula with his hands and said silently:

"Dazzling spell!"

A black pointer appeared in the pupil of his left eye. Lu Chen turned around and looked. In an instant, dazzling golden light filled his sight, and a line of clear tears flowed from his left eye.

Suddenly everything went dark and I couldn't see anything.

"Woo~"

Lu Chen cried out in pain, quickly dispersed the glare spell, and covered his left eye.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

"fine."

Lu Chen took a deep breath and whispered:

"The incense here has an owner, let's switch to another one."

After saying that, Lu Chen led Meng Yao and walked out quickly. He breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the Shou Immortal Palace. Another incense time passed, and his left eye finally felt much better.

Take a break.

Lu Chen came outside a large house. The family's surname was Meng. He was the head of the Meng family, the same family as Meng Yao, and the largest surname in the entire Fengxian Town.

Every year at the end of the year or Qingming Festival.

Thousands of families with the surname Meng will hold family sacrifices here. In terms of incense, it is one of the most prosperous places in Fengxian Town.

"Dong dong dong!"

Lu Chen took two steps forward and knocked on the door knocker.

"Who?"

"Squeak~"

The old wooden door slowly opened, and a hunchbacked old man over fifty years old looked out.

Lu Chen smiled and said:

"Old man, my surname is Lu. I want to build an ancestral hall. I heard that the Meng family's ancestral hall is the most magnificent. I came here to visit it. It's not a small thing to show respect."

"Oh, this...this..."

The old man looked at the silver in his hand and felt a little at a loss. Even if his family had a great business, they still couldn't take it lightly for twenty taels of silver. How could it be:

"I'm just an old servant of the Meng family. I can't be the master. I still want to ask the young master what he wants."

"light."

"Sir, wait a moment."

The old man left and returned with a smile soon after. His two yellowed front teeth were particularly eye-catching. He opened the outer door and said with a smile:

"Sir, please come in. My young master has agreed."

"good!"

Lu Chen followed the old man into the ancestral hall and whispered:

"Yao Yao, is there any incense here?"

"Some, some."

Yaoyao nodded her little head, and without Lu Chen's instructions, she couldn't wait to open her little mouth and took a gentle breath:

"Huhu~~~"

For a moment, it seemed as if a dark wind blew into the ancestral hall.

The spiritual tablets on the altar table made a loud crash, and at least half of them fell down.

"Ghost~"

The old man guarding the door was almost scared to death.

The hands and feet are weak.

Looks horrified.

He stumbled and ran far away, almost hitting the ground to death.

"All right!"

Lu Chen felt helpless and turned to look at Meng Yao.

Then he saw the red money between Meng Yao's eyebrows flying up and hanging in front of him. The word "Pray" on the back was bright and shining. Invisible incense quickly gathered, passed through the square hole in the center of the red money, and gathered at

Together.

"Ding~"

There was a crisp sound.

A colorful crystal coin condensed out of thin air and fell into Meng Yao's little hand.

"Ding ding ding~"

The sound became more and more frequent, and crystal coins were generated one after another. In an instant, they were piled up in Meng Yao's little hand. Meng Yao's small white teeth sparkled, and she looked like a little money fan. She said hurriedly:

"Brother, brother, hurry up, help Yaoyao hold it."

"well!"

Lu Chen nodded happily and put all the crystal coins into the storage space.

One handful after another.

By the fifth handful, the incense in the ancestral hall was finally exhausted.

"Rush in, don't let him escape!"

"Tap tap tap~"

"Catch that boy, he must be causing trouble~"

"Stop him!"

...

Footsteps and shouts sounded outside the ancestral hall. Lu Chen and Meng Yao looked at each other and chuckled. Lu Chen made the formula with his hands, changing it constantly, and said silently:

"Transportation Technique!"

"Woooooo~~"

The dark wind howled, the mark of the altar was formed out of thin air under his feet, and two skeletal hands dragged up Lu Chen's feet.

A sudden turn.

"boom!"

The door burst open, and a group of people ran into the ancestral hall angrily. They stopped suddenly, and saw no one in the ancestral hall except for the powdered bones on the floor.

Everyone looked at each other.

"Ghost~~"

"Ahh~~"

...

"brush!"
To be continued...