As soon as the cat meowed, the stray dog-like demon on the opposite side paused and turned to look in the direction where the cat meow came from.
good chance!
Zheng Qing perked up, shook his fingers, and pulled out a silver Colt python from the gray cloth bag. Before the dog demon could recover, he had already held the gun with both hands and fired a string of talisman bullets.
There are binding charms, there are stunning charms, and there are confusion and weak-leg charms.
Colorful talisman bombs exploded in the air, suppressing the dog demon in a moment. The dark green rattan tied the dog demon with all its limbs, and even its long mouth was trapped tightly;
The soft leg talisman made it weak and could only collapse on the ground and whimper.
Only then did Zheng Qing find the opportunity to look in the direction from which the cat's meow came.
Through the thin green smoke, on an abandoned stone table at the edge of the open space, the yellow tabby cat from Sanyou Bookstore was lying there leisurely, slowly gnawing on a braised chicken drumstick in front of him.
The corner of Zheng Qing's mouth twitched, and for the first time, he did not criticize the yellow tabby's suspected cuteness. Because with its second meow, the almost solid atmosphere around him suddenly relaxed.
The biting cold wind blew, the dead leaves floated, and the tinkling of the glass windows began again.
In the open window in the distance, the familiar background music of "Spring Festival Overture" was still there; the whistling and honking of vehicles on the road outside the community also reached Zheng Qing's ears again.
A gust of cold air swirled around the corner and fell on the young man.
Zheng Qing felt the chill in the wind and couldn't help shivering, then a satisfied smile appeared on his face. A few minutes ago, he would never have thought that he would miss the cold wind in these nine cold days.
His eyes fell on the tightly tied demon again.
"call!"
Zheng Qing let out a long breath, and his tense spirit instantly relaxed - it's good that this big brother is here, as long as he is here, it won't matter even a few more demons - thinking that Brother Huang once worked in D&K
Zheng Qing immediately felt at ease after showing off his awesome performance during the winter hunt.
"Wait until we finish burning the paper money before setting off the firecrackers!" Professor Zheng's loud voice came out from the smoke behind him: "Don't break the rules."
Zheng Qing was stunned when he heard this.
It took him a moment to realize that his grandfather had mistaken the sound of his shooting for the sound of firecrackers. Fortunately, the surrounding smoke was heavy, and the sound of the rune gun shooting was much duller than that of the gunpowder gun, which caused such a misunderstanding.
But this is good, as it saves Zheng Qing the effort of explaining to his family.
"Okay!" He agreed loudly, and at the same time complained in conjunction: "The sound of this firecracker is not crisp, and it feels a bit misfired. I wonder if it is also affected by moisture."
Then the old man's angry voice came out from the green smoke: "Let your dad go and let him go! Let him solve the trouble he caused by himself!"
Zheng Qing touched his nose and silently reflected on his cheating behavior for a second. After a while, Zheng's father walked out of the smoke with a dark face - he really had a dark face - maybe because the paper money was seriously affected by moisture and burned.
The smoke filled the air and paper ash flew everywhere, causing his face to be stained with a lot of black ash.
"I'm going to set off the firecrackers... You go and kowtow a few times." Zheng's father took the firecrackers from Zheng Qing's hand and whispered.
Zheng Qing hesitated and looked back carefully.
The stray dog demon that he had tied up in the clearing just now had disappeared without a trace. He immediately looked in the direction of the stone table and saw that the yellow fox was still lying there, squirming slowly.
Cheeks.
Seeing the boy turn his head, the yellow raccoon mandarin raised his chin slightly and hooked the tip of his tail, as if to indicate to Zheng Qing that it was okay to go.
Zheng Qing felt relieved and agreed to his father's words. He obediently walked to the copper basin and kowtowed behind the old man.
The crackling sound of firecrackers sounded continuously behind Zheng Qing.
Because today was just a wedding hall, the etiquette was relatively simple, and there was no need for too many firecrackers. Father Zheng only set off a thousand-ring firecracker in the open space next to it.
After burning the paper money, kowtowing, and setting off firecrackers, the ritual of the Yingjiatang is basically over.
Professor Zheng wore large asbestos insulation gloves, held the copper basin, and greeted the two people behind him to go home. Because the cold wind blew again, the green smoke that had accumulated in the open space had already been swept away, and everything around him
The scene appeared clearly in front of everyone again.
Zheng Qing stood up, wiped the dust off his knees, and stood there hesitating for a moment.
"I just thought I saw Mr. Wu's cat running out... I'll look for it later to make sure it doesn't get lost." He searched his brain and soon found a suitable excuse to stay.
Professor Zheng turned around and glanced at Father Zheng.
"I seem to have seen it too." Zheng Qing's father immediately explained, pointing to the stone table at the edge of the clearing: "Just before the cannon was fired, it seemed to be still on that table."
"Maybe he ran away due to the sound of the cannons," Zheng Qing said quickly.
Professor Zheng finally stopped worrying.
"Then come back early," he warned, paused, and then added: "If you can't find it, come back early and tell us. We can find it faster together."
Zheng Qing responded repeatedly.
…
Seeing his grandfather and father disappear behind the building, Zheng Qing's face finally darkened.
The yellow tabby reappeared beside him at some point, squatting quietly at his feet, licking its paws and shaking its ears from time to time, acting like a normal cat.
"What's going on? Where did the monster come from?" Zheng Qing's voice was full of worry: "Also, where did the monster just go?"
"I ate you, meow." The yellow-breasted civet replied nonchalantly: "As for its origin... Since there are so many forces coveting you, there are too many possibilities to judge... I just sucked it seriously.
After looking at it for a while, I couldn’t figure out its origin.”
Zheng Qing's mouth twitched.
Listening to Brother Huang, can it still taste the origin of the demon?
But then, he gave up worrying about this detail, and instead focused on some of the words contained in Huang Huali's sentence just now.
"Coveting my power?" He repeated the words of the yellow fox, lowered his head and looked at the cat squatting at his feet, wagging its tail, with deep surprise in his tone: "Coveting me? Why? I'm not Tang Monk!"
"Tang Monk is not as valuable as you." Huanghuali muttered, raised his ears, and said perfunctorily: "It doesn't make any difference whether you know this kind of thing or not... It's safer for you if you don't know. If you really want to know,
Go back and ask the old man in the bookstore."
Several black lines fell on Zheng Qing's face.
This answer is a bunch of nonsense, it’s the same as saying it but not saying it