Tie each button meticulously, and finally check it out to make sure that even the collar was tightly buckled, Chen Fu showed a satisfied smile.

In the eyes of the shadow, this smile is very evil.

He could no longer peek at any of the tempting scenes in it.

The water in the bathtub was still steaming, but Chen Fu walked out of the house again without any warning.

On the way, I met Chi Feng's father. He just came out of the ancestral hall and saw Chen Fu frowned: "You are going out again?"

Chen Fu: "It's rare to come once, take a look."

Chi's father reminded: "Don't go too far. Last night, I was just a warning. People in the town dared not go out at will at night."

Chen Fu nodded after being taught: "Thank you."

Chi's father walked past him with his back upright. He never thought that this was a person who was already seventy years old.

Occasionally, people can be seen sitting at the door carrying small stools to enjoy the cool air.

Chen Fu asked about the place where he bought the umbrella and stepped faster.

The umbrella seller is an old man with very flexible hands. When Shen Fu came, he was weaving a small animal with bamboo grass to tie it to the tail of the umbrella.

A question suddenly emerged from Chen Fu's heart. Chi Feng's father looked at him as he was only forty years old and his actual age was already seventy. The old man's age was probably over 100.

"Buy an umbrella?" His voice was full of energy.

Chen Fu: "Can you customize it?"

The old man said unhappy: "Anyone of you likes so many umbrellas?"

Chen Fu smiled and explained: "The umbrella I want is quite special."

I roughly gestured.

The old man frowned: "The umbrella of such a big is very heavy and not practical."

Chen Fu took the money and put it in his hand: "I have other uses."

Looking at the generous expenses, the old man put away the rest and made it for him on the spot. Chen Fu waited aside to ensure that the finished product satisfies him.

As time passed, the old man polished the handle of the umbrella and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Look, is it suitable for you?"

The umbrella surface is three times the size of an ordinary umbrella, and the thickness is several millimeters more, which is very heavy when weighed.

With a "wow" sound, the movement of the stretch was very loud. Shenwu walked under the sun. It was already afternoon. The light was very scattered, and under the cover of the large umbrella, there was no trace of light leaking.

He was very satisfied and just held on to leave.

The shadow twisted restlessly, as if mocking his useless achievements.

However, most of them have been covered by umbrellas.

The demon of the painting didn't want to attach himself to the umbrella shadow, but just wanted to merge with Shen Fu's shadow. He tried it once and failed.

The young man walked on the street with a giant umbrella comparable to half a cloud, creating a beautiful landscape.

As soon as he stepped into the Chi family, he successfully caught the attention of everyone.

Shuiyue looked at him with an incredible look: "You have a fever, too?"

Chen Fu walked under the tree and put away the umbrella.

Shuiyue was standing in front of him and had no choice but to move aside: "This umbrella is too big, and it is easy to poke people when you hold it."

Chen Fu adopted his opinion: "Let me go back and find someone to make an umbrella and walk on your back."

Shuiyue couldn't figure out what he was sucking crazy, and her eyes were a little surprised and suspicious: "Chi Feng's mother suddenly became unsatisfied."

Chen Fu: "Die?"

"It's too rude to say this," Shuiyue whispered: "It's very serious, but my life is still there."

"Auspicious people and heavenly appearances," Chen Fu smiled: "If it is a good person, God will bless her."

It seemed like a word of comfort, but Shuiyue felt it sounded a little harsh.

...

The real harsh sound rang in another room, the woman's voice was horrified and more angry.

On her face, wrinkles were growing wildly. She used to look like an attractive young woman, but now she looks no different from an old woman.

Chi Feng knelt beside the bed: "I went to check it out, Jinhua was very weak."

The woman grabbed his collar and spoke with a sharp voice: "I don't believe it!"

"Speak softly." Chi's father said coldly: "I think you want to attract everyone outside to stop."

His words were very intimidating. The woman collapsed on the bed, covered her face with her hands, and tears flowed out through her fingers: "It's not you who became like this, so how could she understand how I feel."

Chi's father turned his head away with disgust: "Maybe it's a backlash."

The woman shook her head wildly, her eyes wet and said: "Impossible, the backlash will appear after she is over one hundred years old."

Chi’s father: “It’s not impossible.”

The woman wiped away her tears.

Chi's father said something slowly, and the woman and Chi Feng were stunned at the same time, and after a while, both nodded.

While they were making the best plans, Chen Fu was teasing the insects.

Without the nourishment of the flesh and blood of living people, the insects squirt listlessly in the porcelain bottle. After a few drops of chicken blood dripped in, they became slightly energetic.

The supper was eaten at Chi's house. Chen Fu didn't feel many rules. He and Liu Xue were the only ones at the dinner table. Jinhua had no appetite, so Shuiyue ran to the bathhouse outside.

As for the Chi family, none of them saw it.

He didn't eat much, and after the meal he took a break, he walked to bed early. Until midnight, he was woken up by a rumbling sound, as if someone was crying.

Chen Fu lifted the quilt and prepared to go out to check.

"Don't go."

A low voice came.

Only then did he notice the abnormality. The moonlight poured down, and there was a shadow lying beside him, with part of his arm resting on his waist.

Thinking of sharing a bed with a shadow in the middle of the night, Chen Fu's face couldn't help but look a little ugly.

"It's useless to go." Shadow said.

Amid the unknown whimpering sound, Chen Fu finally did not get out of bed.

"Go to sleep," Shadow coaxed him.

I felt sleepless.

The shadow tempted, "Close your eyes and I will take you to another world."

"..." Chen Fu said coldly: "Are you the god of death?"

Realizing that the words were ambiguous, the shadow said, "Maybe you will have some understanding after reading them."

Chen Fu thought about it, let his hands settle down, and then lay down as he said.

A mysterious world unfolds here.

The magic painter finally no longer appears in the form of a black shadow, with thin lips tightly pursed and his eyes pressed, making people unable to associate with that inappropriate shadow.

The body was pressed towards Chen Fu as much as possible, and was pushed away without any accident.

Chen Fu: "Why are you pestering me?"

The Demon of Painting: "I said, you smell good."

Chen Fu: "The braised meat smells good as well."

The magic painter said seriously: "You are more seductive than any food."

This time they did not stay on the bridge. The demon walked under the bridge with Shen Fu, and there was a broken old ship parked on the shore.

As soon as you step on it, the old wooden boards squeaked, as if they would crack in the next second.

No one rowed, the boat went downstream, and there were countless resentful ghosts trying to climb onto the boat, but they all returned without success.

Chen Fu wanted to get closer to see, but his body stretched out a small part. He was pulled by a huge suction force and quickly sat back.

Seeing this, the magic magic reached out and pulled it in the water twice. It easily caught a ghost claw and held it in front of him like a treasure: "For you."

This ghost claw can still move, and its slender knuckles are struggling desperately.

"It was just now that it wanted to drag you into the water," the demon painted ghost claw gently folded, and it suddenly lost its attack power: "Now it is left to you to deal with."

Chen Fu stared at the pale bones of his hands that were hanging down weakly and sneered.

The demon of the painting would have a wrong idea, thinking that he liked it, so he asked for advice: "It's not easy to catch the complete thing, I can catch a few more for you."

Chen Fu waved his hand and rejected his kindness, realizing that there were more unforgettable gifts in this world than giving him a head.

【System: The ghost claws are better, you can eat them while eating them, crispy!】

Chen Fu asked about their origins when he could not catch up with his resentful souls.
To be continued...