Following He Shan's warm wine, he quietly pinched the spiritual body in the bag, thinking quietly how to cultivate this little ghost into an imperial kitchen-like existence.

In my previous life, I was not used to communicating with people with warm wine. I didn’t like crowded places, but I liked this desire. The problem was that I couldn’t swallow what I made. In the first year when I was picked up by the old man, the two of them forced their stomachs to shrink.

In the end, the old man had no choice but to go to the palace to wait for the rabbit. When the imperial chef died, he suddenly grabbed the soul body, and ran back to the old cave of the two of them like a rabbit. The warm wine mouth was also the one who was tricky at that time.

"Master, this is my home!" He Shan, who put the local dog at his feet, took out the key and introduced to Wenjiu: "I just finished paying this year. I originally wanted to take my mother over to enjoy a few days of blessings, but I didn't expect that it was almost the Chinese New Year and I had some problems with my health, but later I got better, and then I didn't know why I got involved with that thing."

He Shan couldn't help but shake when she talked about that thing, and the key also slid down from the keyhole. He Shan, who had a white face, smiled reluctantly at Wen Jiu.

He looked up and looked at the warm wine with a strong evil spirit above the door and brushed away He Shan's hand and said, "I'll open, you'll be three steps away from me."

"Yes, OK!" He Shan, who pulled her fists, felt a bad premonition in her heart. She still took three steps back according to Wenjiu's words.

The sound of unlocking "crack" was particularly clear in He Shan's ears. He Shan, who was about to go forward to turn on the light for Wen Jiu, was stopped in place by Wen Jiu's movements.

"It's true." Wen Jiu, who was talking to himself, reached out to wake up the local dog and pushed it into the house.

The newly awakened native dog had an instinctive resistance to danger, and its four claws were tightly attached to the ground, its whole body was arched tightly, and its throat was whistling.

He Shan was so scared by the reaction of the local dog that He Shan was anxious and did not wait for the dog to open his voice. He hurriedly shouted, "Mom, Mom!" He Shan, who was unable to respond, burst into tears and squeezed out the warm wine and turned on the light in his living room.

Wen Jiu also had a bad face and gently poked the butt of the dick with the tip of the dagger. The dick that had been tense immediately started to yell at the house.

As the dog barks one after another, the blood-red evil spirit in the house gradually dissipates. The dog barking and driving away evil is the most basic and labor-saving method.

"I have to waste my spiritual power again!" He Shan looked at He Shan, who was sucking in countless evil auras, with a soft sigh, and looked bad.

Looking at the messy living room, Wen Jiu took the local dog to his destination.

As soon as he entered the door, He Shan looked at her motionless mother on the bed, and fell to the ground with a hoarse voice calling out: "Mom, wake up, wake up, I am Xiaoshan, I am Xiaoshan, mom, mom."

Wenjiu when entering the bathroom was not unhappy with He Shan’s pain, but this was the rule of the underworld. He Shan’s mother believed in folk remedies and asked ghosts to treat her daughter, so she had to pay the reward with a soul. Wenjiu could not oppose the underworld for the time being.

The warm wine that closed the bathroom door closed his hearing, and his dark eyes looked like endless black holes without any emotion.

He carried the dog to the toilet, rubbed the dog's head, and whispered: "Puppy, stare at the mirror. If it wants to come out, it will bark and bite it."

As if he understood Wen Jiu's words, the little yellow dog rubbed Wen Jiu's slightly cool palm with his head, squatting in front of the mirror, staring at the mirror with dark eyes drippingly, motionless.

He Shan’s bathroom is not small. Like many urban white-collar workers, she likes to take a bath. She puts a big bathtub in it. Perhaps because of her mother’s wealthy temperament, she also puts a shower next to the bathtub. The rest is nothing else, and she can’t see anything at first glance.

He let go of the guard-like puppy, Wen Jiu took two steps back, walked two steps to the left to the center of the bathroom, squatted out, took out a cinnabar pen and engraved the word "Fu" on it.

After doing all this, Wenjiu stood up, her round cat eyes narrowed slightly, and when the blood-red word "日" penetrated the ground and spread around quickly.

The only mirror in the bathroom suddenly made a harsh scratch. The local dog heard this sound, bared his sharp teeth and bared his head and barked at the mirror.

As if afraid of this call, the scraping sound paused. As the word cinnabar spread, the paused thing began to hit the glass with a "bang bang".

As if he knew that the thing was afraid of his screams, the squatting dog stood in a dead corner instead, and his head was close to the mirror and then retreated. The sound of hitting the mirror stopped instantly.

No matter how fierce the crying sounds and dog barking outside, warm wine, looked firmly in the direction designated by Cinnabar, a brand new automatic washing machine entered his eyes. He walked towards the washing machine without any hesitation.

Originally, the thing was scared away by the dog's barking, but as if he knew Wenjiu's movements, he rushed to the mirror like crazy. Similarly, the dog's barking became more and more intense.

Wen Jiu pushed the washing machine away, and a strong smell of blood followed. He stretched out his fingers to lift the slightly flipped bottom plate on the ground. A big red cotton cloth wrapped in a fist-sized pottery jar. Wen Jiu didn't have to think about Wen Jiu, and he knew it was He Shan's birth date and a small skull.

The small skull cannot tell whether it is human or something. It is okay to ask God to invite the spirit of an animal. If it is invited to invite the human bone, it can eliminate evil spirits when it encounters blood. It is composed of evil spirits. What's more, as a mother, I only hope that my children can get better soon. I should use rooster blood. One way to suppress the spirits and the other way to prevent misfortune from asking the human bones to eliminate evil spirits. Even if it is removed, I only need to ask God to get sick for a while and be safe.

However, this smell is probably a human blood to treat God. It is no wonder that He Shan can meet ghosts even after having a meal. The people who are stared at by evil spirits are gradually decreasing, so it is not surprising that they are stared at by ghosts.

He took out the yellow paper and cinnabar pen, quickly drew characters on it, stuck it on the palm of his right hand, tightly grasped the mouth of the pot bottle, and another cinnabar talisman was attached to the waist of the pot, and then another cinnabar talisman was attached to the bottom of the pot.

After doing all this in silence, Wenjiu was already sweating profusely. She shook her neck and thought to herself, "This body is really bad!"

After understanding her hearing, listening to the constant barking of dogs outside, she smiled softly with warm wine. Compared to people, life in the organization makes her prefer to communicate with animals. They are very sincere and cute. As the old man said, they can truly repay the grace of a drop of water.

The clay pot was still shaking violently. Wen Jiu stared at the thing without any expression, his face was muddy. Until the last slightest smell was eliminated, he let go of his sight, pinched the clay pot, and went to the outer layer of the bathroom to pick up the local dog that was still barking towards the mirror with one hand, rubbing it intimately.

When Wenjiu walked out of the bathroom, cracks began to appear on the intact mirror, as if it was taken down and smashed to the ground, smashing it to pieces. But Wenjiu knew that the thing disappeared at this moment.

Wen Jiu, who came to the door of the room, looked at He Shan's mother holding her tightly and refused to let go. A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. She didn't know what to nostalgic for, just like after the old man died, before his soul left, a long one was asked by Wen Jiu to cook for her.

The old man said that when he practices Taoism in the world, he cannot be extravagant, but after he dies, who cares whether he practices Taoism or not, he will be in the ghost world and be free and happy.

Thinking of the old man, Wen Jiu had a trace of nostalgia in his eyes. He squatted down and put the dog on the ground, watched him walk towards He Shan, licked He Shan's cold back of his hand, and curled quietly aside. Wen Jiu couldn't help but rub the little ghost in his pocket, reluctantly took out the talisman paper and wrote his Alipay number. He thought it was unreliable, so he added his address and posted it on the door.

I yawned and went home slowly with a clay pot.
Chapter completed!