In the afternoon, the aunts and grandmothers in the village came to see Lin Zitong in twos and threes.
The number of times Lin Zitong was praised this afternoon was simply more than the number of times she had been praised since she was born.
It wasn't until after dark that everyone went back to their homes, full of topics to talk about and looking forward to meeting at the village entrance tomorrow.
Yan Shouyi and Lin Zitong also tidied up their home and made the bed. As soon as they finished doing this, Jiang Ting and Long Feicheng came back.
Long Feicheng used a flashlight to find Yan Shouyi's home. As soon as he entered, he vomited bitterly:
"I seriously doubt that Jiang Ting's father did it on purpose. Seeing that I was a free labor force, he asked me to deliver more than 300 boxes of beer to eight surrounding villages in one afternoon. I was exhausted!"
Jiang Ting was also very embarrassed: "Didn't my dad also treat you to two meals?"
"That's true, and he also brought out some 18-year-old Nuerhong."
Yan Shouyi and Lin Zitong couldn't help but be stunned after hearing this.
To entertain Long Feicheng with 18-year-old daughter's wine is too high a standard, right?
Isn’t this something for my son-in-law to drink?
Could it be that Jiang Ting and her father have taken a liking to Long Feicheng and plan to recruit him as his son-in-law?
The two of them held back their words, and Jiang Ting didn't seem to know about this custom. She held Lin Zitong's hand expectantly and asked her when she could start applying facial masks.
Yan Shou called Lin Zitong aside, stuffed an amulet into her hand, and said:
"When you put the mask on her later, put this talisman on Jiang Ting's body. If the head-dressing master comes at night, this talisman can hide Jiang Ting's breath. In addition, you can help me get some more of her hair.
I'm of great use."
Lin Zitong agreed immediately, and when she took Jiang Ting to apply the facial mask, she followed suit.
After Jiang Ting applied the facial mask and fell asleep in the room, Lin Zitong took Jiang Ting's hair and came out to find Yan Shouyi.
"What do you want her hair for?" she asked.
Yan Shouyi smiled mysteriously: "If the head-dropping master comes to the door tonight, we will give him a invitation to enter the urn. These few hairs are the bait."
As he spoke, he took out another talisman and wrapped Jiang Ting's hair.
The Dao Fu had his hair curled and was folded into a triangle. Yan Shou shook it and asked Lin Zitong: "Do you smell anything?"
Lin Zitong sniffed her nose and thought for a while: "Is it Jiang Ting's breath?"
Lin Zitong is not an ordinary person. What their noses smell is not only the smell, but also the unique "breath" of each person or thing.
Now the Taoist talisman in Yan Shouyi's hand exudes Jiang Ting's aura.
Ordinary monsters and monsters rely on their breath to identify living people, so if the head-dropping master comes to Jiang Ting at night, he will definitely follow her breath.
When the time comes, what the head-dropping master finds is not Jiang Ting, but the talisman in Yan Shouyi's hand.
Lin Zitong asked: "Do you want to take this talisman with you?"
"Of course, let the good son-in-law of the Jiang family do this kind of thing!" Yan Shouyi turned his attention to Long Feicheng.
Long Feicheng had just finished taking a shower and was teasing the big guys in the chat group with his cell phone in the yard.
Yan Shouyi came to him, patted his shoulder, and asked: "Xiaolong, can you help me?"
Long Feicheng made a profit of 530,000 by betraying Yan Shouyi today. He was very happy, so he replied without thinking: "Brother Yan, we have a life-long friendship, what can I do for you?"
Just say it straight, I will go up against mountains of swords and seas of fire!"
With Long Feicheng's words, Yan Shouyi felt relieved. He took the Dao Talisman and explained the function of the Dao Talisman and the fact that the Jiantou Master might come to his door tonight.
After hearing this, Long Feicheng silently put down his phone and said, "Brother Yan, I don't think we are that familiar with each other. As the saying goes, distance creates beauty..."
"Didn't you just say that we have a life-long friendship, and you have been through fire and sword?" Yan Shouyi was stunned.
"That's right, I'll go through all the swords and fires, but I'll find another way to do it!"
Long Feicheng cupped his hands and was about to run away, but was pinned down on the chair by Yan Shouyi.
He showed a smile that was even uglier than crying: "Brother Yan, it's not sweet to be so forceful!"
"It's not up to you to decide whether it's sweet or not. You have to taste it to know. Besides, I won't lick the melon, but it will quench my thirst!"
Yan Shouyi felt that the painting styles of the two were a bit off, so he coughed twice and got back to business: "Don't worry, I will prepare all the thunder talismans in my palms for you tonight. Your task is to seduce... Bah!
Lure the head-dropping master to show up, and leave the rest to me and your sister-in-law!"
"Really, is it really that simple?" Long Feicheng asked worriedly.
"It's really that simple!"
Seeing that Long Feicheng was still a little reluctant, Yan Shouyi said again: "How about this, tonight you help me seduce the head-officer, and tomorrow I will ask you to take some photos and send them to the group to fool those fools.
"
Long Feicheng slapped his thigh: "Brother Yan, we have a life-long friendship. If you have any questions, just tell me. I will fight against you!"
Yan Shouyi narrowed his eyes.
Why does this sentence sound so familiar? It seems like I just heard it from some bastard's mouth just now.
So, the plan to seduce the head-officer was decided.
Long Feicheng took the Taoist talisman and slept in the room next to Jiang Ting, while Yan Shouyi and Lin Zitong made some preparations, turned off the lights and stayed up in the room.
Wait, the head-dropping master takes the bait.
…
late at night.
Without the neon lights in the city, it was pitch black at night, and there were no lights competing with the moon. The paths in the mountain villages were covered by the shallow moonlight.
The cold December wind blew by, and the weeds on the roadside swayed gently, like lonely ghosts floating on the roadside.
Suddenly, a head passed by in the air five or six meters above the ground!
Its speed is as fast as a low-flying swallow, flying over a distance of more than ten meters in the blink of an eye.
A long intestine was dragged under the head, and it was bloody.
The big eyes looked for targets in the darkness, and the rotten mouth spat out some disgusting mucus from time to time.
The head followed the breath and finally arrived at the door of Yan's house.
Looking at the feng shui pattern of this family, my head couldn't help but feel a little weird.
But it didn't think that much. Compared with urban people, ordinary rural people care more about Feng Shui. It is normal to hire a Feng Shui master to create a Feng Shui bureau for their home.
So, the head got into the house through the only open window.
That is exactly Long Feicheng’s room!
Long Feicheng covered his head with the quilt. In fact, he was not asleep at all. Instead, he was hiding under the quilt and playing with his mobile phone.
After playing this game for several hours, Long Feicheng held back his urine and was about to go out to solve the problem when he suddenly thought about the head-down master.
Could it be that the head-dropping master is outside the bed?
Long Feicheng shuddered, and the urge to urinate became stronger.
Although I really don’t want to face it, you can’t wet the bed for such a big person, right?
So Long Feicheng mustered up his courage, lifted up the quilt and prepared to get up.
However, the moment he lifted up the quilt, a bloody head was "placed" on the bedside, and two dark and empty eyes were staring at Long Feicheng at such a close distance...