Since Yan Mubai is not in Hong Mansion.

Then where is he?

Chen Feng had to continue to use the God of Gamblers possession and use the Six-Eyed Ghost Dice to track down the traces.

This time.

Chen Feng and his group chased him to the bamboo forest hut.

The porridge in the pot is still hot.

The stone stove outside the house has not yet burned out.

The carriage next to the simple horse shed in the backyard has not dried yet.

But there was no one inside the house.

Looking at the large bunk beds made of more than a dozen beds and the appliances at home.

All signs surface.

There were a group of children living here before.

Is this another den here?

Chen Feng was a little overwhelmed.

What luck did Yan Mubai have?

Being transported around is like playing hide-and-seek, and you also know how to change the place when you shoot a shot.

The possession of the God of Gamblers and the Six-Eyed Ghost Dice can only be vaguely directed.

But it cannot convey accurate messages like a small iron beast.

Chen Feng was also a little depressed.

Also depressed was an old man with gray hair, wrinkles and dark skin who appeared in the ruins of Hong Mansion at this time.

There seemed to be something wrong with his consciousness.

Always talking excitedly and talking to oneself.

"My, all my, life is my people, death is my ghost."

He first appeared in the mourning hall.

He climbed into the coffin along the mulberry, and lay in it, closed his eyes and opened it again, and then kept silent, "It still tasted like back then."

He crawled up, walked out of the back garden, and came to the place where the golden bell cover was broken.

Without any warning, he was furious and cursed, "Unworthy descendants, a prodigal thing, it's best to die."

Then he laughed foolishly and said, "My things are mine, life is mine, death is my ghost."

The attitudes before and after are so changeable, like two different people in one body.

He is Chang Chun, an old man from Sangshu Village, and Hong Peiyuan's grandfather Hong Taiguo.

Changchun is the concreteization of the spiritual charm of the remaining trees in Fusang, and Hong Thailand is the container for the growth of mulberry seeds.

This body is from Hong Thailand. The mainstream consciousness has a broken spiritual charm, but it is also influenced by Hong Thailand's consciousness.

The two were mixed together and they were already peaceful, but they blamed the catching insects and stealing chickens and robbed rice. Lin Xiaomu and the other two seized one-third of the remaining Fusang wood. The already incomplete Fusang spiritual charm became even more unbearable.

So that Chang Chun became what he is now.

To be honest, it's a bit nervous.

Fusang's spiritual charm is in accordance with instinct and replenishing consciousness.

So Chang Chun went to the Zhulin Courtyard. In order to have strong healing ability, regenerate talent and rebirth of Ge Ailan, who has a ancestral bloodline.

He rushed all the people in the courtyard to Sangshu Village, and rushed to Hong Mansion without stopping.

He is here to harvest the fruit.

After twenty years of arrangement, the Mulberry Rabbit has reached its maturity stage, which is the silkworm.

Finally, the carved knife in Chen Feng's hand picked peaches halfway.

Chang Chun stood on the edge of a waste pit.

Inexplicably, he was dancing around the pit, jogging left and right like a great god.

"Only one is short, the last one is short, and the twelve are about to get together. Why, who is it, who killed my good baby."

"My, mine, are all mine, and it's mine if you die."

Chang Chun was like a pervert, his mouth and neck were twitching, his teeth were gritting his hatred, and his eyes were red.

"Ah, I'm dead, all of them are dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead, and I'm not a filial son, and I'm accomplice to the tiger, and I'm dead."

He stepped on the air, and the puffed and thumped into the waste pit, and he couldn't get up any longer. He rolled around in the sticky filth like a sheet.

Changchun vented randomly.

The neck was twitching, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his face was full of incredible expressions. Anyway, this expression was quite complicated, and it looked like a pervert.

He turned his eyes toward Kyoto.

Step by step, step by step, get faster and faster.

In a short while, I came to the big locust tree in Yuqian Lane.

Chang Chun looked up at the big locust tree covering the sky, rubbed its trunk, sneered and said to himself: "It is impossible that you want to go my way. There is only one tree god in this world, that is me, Fusang."

The big locust tree is indifferent, and the leaves of the locust tree that cover the sky and the sun remain motionless. If it can speak, it will definitely curse "silly".

Chang Chun was clattering, twisting his head one after another, and looking at Chen Feng's courtyard.

A cruel smile broke out from the corner of his mouth, he sneered, and grinned, "I found it, my good baby Huo Ling, can you go home with me?"

...

In Chen Feng's courtyard.

The jujube tree with dead trees in spring is colorful, and the dense greenery has covered half of the courtyard.

Under the tree is a circular fish pond.

In the pool, two koi carp are surrounded by red and green, holding their tails, protecting the golden beads that are floating up and down, and Tai Chi returns to the roundness.

Next to the fish pond, Ermao bent down and stared at the fish, but had not blinked for several hours.

She was like a sculpture, standing still, as if it had solidified.

If her eyes were not for the fish swimming, no one would have thought that this was a living creature.

Well, she is a silver corpse and cannot be regarded as a living creature in the true sense.

Yin Zhu: "Is this silver corpse brain so bad?"

Yang Ming: "The silver corpse has a brain?"

Yin Zhu: "Okay, I took the liberty."

Yang Ming: "Are you okay? Contact your deity, I don't want to be someone else's family."

Yin Zhu: "I think too, that person is so tall, do I dare?"

Yang Ming: "You said, will she really lose her memory?"

Yin Zhu: "Did you not have a memory yet? Forgot how the roots on our heads were broken?"

Yang Ming: "Ah! I suddenly feel that being her pet is also a good choice."

at this time.

Ermao's sweat hair was upside down, and the blood-colored tiger's teeth suddenly turned into long fangs.

She lowered her hands without warning, and she roared in danger from her throat.

Yinzhu and Yang Ming also shook their bodies, and the trembling pool water was like pouring boiling water.

Yin and Yang fish are frying at the same time, and the feeling of palpitations is transmitted to the pond. If it is not a willow leaf bottle, any container will explode at this time.

Danger... Danger... Danger... Danger...

Yin Zhu and Yang Ming looked at each other and saw despair in each other's eyes.

"He, impossible, how could it be."

“The taste of familiar…familiar….”

"Run, fool." Yin Zhu was roaring at Ermao, "His goal is us, and you still have hope of living."

Ermao ignored it, turned silver and red, and corpse gas and smog all over his body.

Ermao is going to work hard.

How could Ermao run away?

She is faithfully carrying out the task assigned by her hostess - to guard the home.
To be continued...