"He is not something that should exist in this world, demon."
After Uncle Yan said this, even Uncle Wu frowned, "To be precise, he is not a demon, but there are signs of demonic energy. The black and purple heart you see is a sign of demonic energy.
The corroded heart, everything that happened after that was probably due to this reason."
"What about now, the Goddess of Joy doll exploded? There are also young students and actresses from the ghost theater troupe. I also saw pupils of that color in their eyes. Where are they?"
I was really a little excited, because it suddenly occurred to me that just before sending me back, my grandfather said beside me that there was something in my soul, and told me to accumulate virtue and not to be possessed easily.
Could it be...
"The clean ghosts have been taken away by ghosts, which just happened to hurt this month's performance. They are very happy, but those guys who are stained with demonic energy can no longer go to the underworld. All walks of life, humans and demons in heaven and earth are very concerned about demonic energy.
Contaminated items will be strictly refused entry and regarded as filthy.”
After Uncle Wu explained, he stretched his hand towards the direction of his head and pointed at the big wardrobe on the ground, "Those two, as well as the Mojiao, Hua Lian and Wu Chou we brought back from Ghost Crying Valley, along with a troupe boss and six ghosts.
They are all sealed in a jade gourd and put in your weapons cabinet."
At this time, I just want to be speechless and choke, why should I put it in my house... and put it in the room where I sleep, six at a time, and call me a female doll alive!
At this moment, the coffin boy appeared from outside carrying a thermos bucket, looked at me with a stern face, and said coolly, "Wake up!"
I knew this was his most attentive greeting, so I hummed obediently. I saw him put down the thermos bucket in his hand, opened the lid and went out to find the dishes and chopsticks. Zhang Wei curiously came over to take a look at the contents.
It's very unethical to make a retching sound in front of us!
"Ugh...what the hell is this? Coffin Boy doesn't want to poison you, does he?"
Wu Shuti sniffed it and said, "You two hundred and fifty know nothing. This is good stuff, but...it's really not very tasty."
The medical staff outside saw the coffin boy picking up the coffin without asking, so they were probably trying to stop him. Instead of asking him to give the patient food, they directly asked the coffin boy who came back to lift his heels and shut the door behind him with a bang.
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"Eat!" A bowl of familiar Tai Sui porridge was delivered to me. Lang Hongyi also had a bowl, and Uncle Yan. This time Uncle Wu's Dantian was broken, his body was thin with yang energy, and he had no spiritual energy to protect him. He had already enjoyed it.
Nothing like this 'deliciousness'.
Uncle Yan must have known what he was buying. He took the bowl and started to gulp it down. Lang Hongyi turned sideways and used his good hand to hold the bowl. He started to gulp down the porridge without even using a spoon.
But as a first-level disabled person, I am currently paralyzed from the neck down and cannot take care of myself.
The coffin boy was obviously not prepared to do anything on his own. He held the insulated bucket with both hands as if he were holding a baby, stood on the edge of the kang, and gave Zhang Wei a cold look.
That guy was definitely one of the first traitors to succumb to the evil forces. He quickly rolled over, held a bowl and started stuffing spoonfuls of porridge into my mouth. He moved his head away in disgust.
It's not a good feeling to lie down and be stuffed with food. Sometimes I almost choke to death if I don't swallow in time, but Zhang Wei doesn't even look at me hanging on the bed, and keeps feeding him one after another. I know this is good.
Things cannot be wasted, otherwise I guarantee to spray him in the face!
The coffin boy was watching from the side. After finishing one bowl, he actually poured another bowl and explained in a nice way, "You are seriously injured."
Even though I was co-authored, I was given separate material. Should I be moved and cry?
Although the taste is not that good, the effect is immediate. The pain in my body improved immediately, I gained strength, and I felt much more relaxed when talking.
The coffin boy slammed a bag of things hidden in his robe onto the kang, "Your weapons have been repaired and those of Sanman have been purified. Don't get them so dirty again in the future."
It turns out that my inner world has been taken care of by the coffin boy. Please accept my little moved eyes at this moment.
Unfortunately, the receiver was insulated, so Coffin Boy turned around and left without even taking away the dirty dishes, and just disappeared in a fluttering manner.
Lang Hongyi recovered the fastest. Of course, Uncle Yan himself was not very serious. At this time, they all held their own weapons and looked carefully. After this battle, Lang Hongyi and I both knew deeply that these things were simply
It's a treasure.
Whether you can save your life at a critical moment all depends on whether the person you are wearing is reliable or not.
Lang Hongyi's thirty-three-piece peach wood sword has been reimbursed, but the coffin boy obviously didn't blame him. Maybe it's because we did our part to protect the village after all, and there is a more decent wooden sword in the bag.
It is very similar to the kind that Taoist priests use outside to show off and cheat. There is a bunch of copper coins interspersed with a red sword tassel on the back of the butt.
Not surprisingly, there was a note stuck on the sword. I glanced at it from the corner of my eye and saw that it seemed to be a QR code with words on it.
Zhang Wei is restless, so he would join in the fun by sticking his head over to look, bursting into laughter, and the sound of laughter could not be heard.
"Hahaha, hey, let me go, this coffin guy is really talented, thirty thousand, just this sword, and he also gave me a QR code for transferring money. By the way, does the coffin guy even have a smartphone? It's so high-tech!"
Uncle Wu was lying next to me, with a depressed and constipated expression on his face...
"Zhang Wei, if you don't understand, just shut up and don't embarrass me! Thirty-three thousand or fifty-five thousand is worth it!"
Sure enough, these two old comrades were the ones who knew the goods. Uncle Yan also stepped forward to take a look. When he saw the five copper coins woven on the sword of the somewhat naughty one, his eyes were slightly shocked and envious.
He sat back on the chair and muttered softly, "What a good thing. I didn't expect the coffin boy to hide so many good things."
Lang Hongyi somewhat understood, touched the copper coin on the sword tassel and asked, "This should be the Five Emperors' coin, right?"
Uncle Yan chuckled, obviously dissing Lang Hongyi's lack of knowledge, and said to him, "Thirty-three thousand can't be bought with just five copper coins. There are dozens, hundreds, and thousands of Five Emperors coins.
But these five coins are not simple. Although they are also coins of the Five Emperors, they are divided into the Great Emperor Wu and the Little Emperor Wu."
After finishing speaking, he stopped as if he was testing me and asked me, "Girl, do you know the difference between these and the origin of these money?"
I was paralyzed up to my neck. I didn't expect that Uncle Yan wouldn't sympathize with me, so I could only answer obediently.
"The Great Five Emperors' Money, also known as the 'Chinese Five Emperors' Money', refers to the ancient coins cast during the reigns of the five emperors Qin Shihuang, Han Wu Emperor, Tang Taizong, Song Taizu and Ming Chengzu."
I was full of Tai Sui porridge just now, so I had to take a breath before I could continue, "The Little Five Emperors' coins refer to Shunzhi Tongbao, Kangxi Tongbao, Yongzheng Tongbao, Qianlong Tongbao and Jiaqing Tongbao. Naturally, the older the Five Emperors' coins are, the more valuable they are.
In terms of power, it can also be said that the emperors of Emperor Wu were all emperors who fought and killed a lot, and they were probably more fierce than the emperors in the prosperous times."
Uncle Yan was quite satisfied after hearing this. He nodded and added, "It's half right, and the other half is wrong."