"That's right." The old man said: "The owner of this military strategy is Zhang Liang, the first counselor of the Han Dynasty. He was passed down from generation to generation by my family. This thing is spiritual and has depended on me for seventy years, so I have never encountered any major disaster in my life..."

"The ancestors warned that the spirit of Taigong lived in "The Art of War" and was specially used to deal with scum who disrespect the elderly, so I wanted to teach this little urban management a lesson that was ignorant of the sky and the earth."

"Then why do we need to divert water and flood the grave of his father?" I asked.

"At first, I didn't want to use "Taigong Art of War" to teach him a lesson. I just wanted to flood his father's coffin and let his father teach his son a lesson in person. But who would have thought that this kid would never repent and would go to the streets to bully us poor vendors every day. He happened to move the grave again, so I used "Taigong Art of War" to let him know his mistakes well." The old man explained.

I suddenly realized that no wonder Li Mingming's father was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who was the one who taught Li Mingming two days ago.

Later, his father disappeared again and turned into an old white-bearded man.

"It's you." Li Mingming was furious: "My father is buried in peace, why are you so cruel? You want to alarm my father!"

"There is no way, who told your father not to educate you well? I just wanted your father to come out and educate you more carefully to see if you know how to repent. But I saw that you have not bullied the vendors on the street these days, so I thought about taking away the "Taigong Art of War" and unexpectedly met you."

"Do you think it's okay to take away "Taigong Art of War"?" I looked at the old man coldly: "The undead in the dark objects exists with an obsession, and they are irrational at all. Since you have cursed Li Mingming with "Taigong Art of War", the undead inside will definitely not die..."

I remembered the white-bearded old man in the dream of looking at the grave. Needless to say, he must be the spirit of Taigong who lives in the art of war.

His warning to the grave viewing was still echoing in my mind.

Just based on that sentence, I knew that the other party was with Li Mingming forever!

The old man was a little surprised: "What do you mean? You said there are ghosts in this ancient book? You must kill this kid? It's impossible. If there are ghosts, why haven't you made a ghost after being left by my side for so long? My ancestors didn't see the ancient book haunted."

I smiled helplessly and said, "If there is no yin energy around you, there will be no problem. But Li Mingming's father's coffin has just been flooded with water, and he is full of resentment. It would be strange if he does not activate the undead in ancient books."

Li Mingming glared at the old man fiercely: "Look at the good things you did."

The old man was not willing to be outdone: "Didn't it just you ask yourself? If you respect the elderly, would you cause such a big disaster?"

I was so troubled by the two of them that I stopped them: "Okay, now it's urgent to find a way to deal with the evil things. You will only waste time when you argue like this."

I guess the old man was also guilty and asked me if I needed anything he could help.

It is naturally the best thing that the owner of this dark object can be around. At least I can guarantee that he will not be in danger of our life.

So I immediately said, "Okay, you can be with us tonight, and the probability of your success in me is greater."

The old man immediately agreed.

I already had a proper solution in my mind. Since the other party insisted on making a desperate move, let's see Li Mingming's "death".

Instead of going home directly, we found a nearby vegetable market and bought a big rooster, two kilograms of millet, a butcher's knife and a lot of messy things, all of which were to be used tonight.

Everything is ready, just wait for the thing to appear tonight.

The old man and Li Mingming seemed to have a very big gangster, and they were bickering all the way. I was so annoyed that I couldn't stop them, so I had to pretend not to ask.

The two seemed to have started a debate, about whether urban management could collect things on the street. The old man stood from the perspective of a small vendor for supporting his family, and Li Mingming stood from the perspective of the appearance of the city. The more quarrels, the more intense they became, and finally they almost started a fight, but I stopped him.

The old man finally asked me, who is right?

"You said that I am an old man, and I have no other ability, and I have no more farming, and eating is a problem. If you don't let me set up a stall, isn't this obviously starving me to death? Your government will be happy to see us starve to death?"

"That's all a small problem. Think about it, there are small vendors everywhere in a city, which affects traffic and city appearance. Then, secondly, what do you think of people who rent a store? How can you convince? Then do you still develop this city? Do you still develop this country? That's not a feudal society."

"Don't talk to me about any city or country. I can't control it. I just want to avoid being hungry. If we can't even solve the problem of food and clothing, what's the difference between it and the old feudal society?"

Alas, this kind of thing is that the mother says that the mother has a right and the mother has a right. This kind of contradiction has been around since ancient times and no one can solve it. The two of them represent the biggest contradiction in China from the side. Even if the problem of the two people can be solved, what about thousands of such ordinary people? Can it be solved?

As night comes, the moonlight is like frost. I stand at the window, looking at this city with bright lights and wine, feeling the cool breeze blowing, and looking at the still busy and hardworking crowd, I feel a lot of emotion.

It’s all for life. Some people just want to eat, but they have to make sunrise and rest at sunset. Some people have to deprive others of their chances of life. This world is really cruel.

A dark cloud came quietly, and the moon appeared and disappeared in it.

This is the moment when yin and yang are replaced. As the saying goes, yin will become strong at the extreme. This is also the moment when yin energy is the most vigorous. "Taigong Art of War" is likely to wait for an opportunity to move!

I immediately threw the "Taigong Art of War" on the windowsill and let the moonlight shine on it, so that both the old man and Li Mingming would be prepared.

Li Mingming picked up a red rope, tied one end to his legs and the other end to the rooster's neck, then cut his fingers and applied them to the rooster's eyes, and finally held the rooster in his arms.

The old man grabbed the butcher's knife, scattered the millet around the living room, and hugged in the corner with fear.

I nodded at Li Mingming, and Li Mingming immediately began to walk back and forth along the living room, stepping on Xiaomi every step.

While walking, he also counted the steps in his mouth.

I told him to take thirty-six steps. Thirty-six is ​​the number of Tiangang steps, which can protect him.

"One, two, three..." He carefully turned around the room, and the big rooster in his arms was as quiet as a dead thing, but the two pairs of blood-covered eyes emitted a faint red light.

“Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-six…”

He wandered around and walked for more than a dozen times, and was still calm and without any abnormality.

However, a strange phenomenon happened soon. When he was walking on the seventeenth lap, Li Mingming had counted to thirty-four and accumulated a piece of the last two steps, so he only took thirty-five steps in this lap.

"Don't move!" I immediately called Li Mingming.

Li Mingming stood there motionlessly.

At the same time, the big rooster Li Mingming held in his arms shook his head restlessly, and as he shook his eyes, his eyes began to blur, he kept lowering his head, and then raised it, as if pecking rice.

I immediately looked at "Taigong Art of War".

At some point, a layer of fog was covered with "Taigong Art of War". The fog was very light and a little red, and was seeping into the house little by little.
Chapter completed!