Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

"What's wrong, real person?" Seeing Li Huowang being so nervous, he took a few steps back.

The black pottery jars in the distance didn't look unusual, they were just ordinary pickled jars. The only feature was that they had the word "Fufu" posted on them.

Li Huowang looked at those tanks without letting his guard down, "Something just glanced at me from there!"

"Look at you?" Jin Shan looked hesitant and looked at the jars in the distance again.

"Could it be that there is someone inside? But the real person, the jar is too small to hold a person."

"I didn't say that someone was watching me!" Li Huowang decisively spread "Da Qian Lu" on the ground. The **** fingernails flew over quickly, easily smashing the black pottery jars.

The sound of "crashing" kept sounding, and the black pottery jars burst one after another, and the brown salt water mixed with pickles scattered all over the floor.

Li Huowang's heart did not relax his vigilance, he walked over carefully, opened the pottery pieces with his sword and checked them one by one.

After careful inspection. Li Huowang didn't find anything unusual, these jars really knew the jars of pickles and vegetables.

The voice aroused the people in the room, and an old woman on crutches walked over tremblingly, "You doll, why did you smash my vegetable jar! Lose money!"

Li Huowang put away the sword, took out some pieces of silver from his arms and threw it at her feet, then he faced her vigilantly and retreated step by step.

"Zhenzhen, where are you going? Aren't you going to buy food?" Jin Shanzhao quickly followed.

"Leave this place first, let's buy elsewhere!" Li Huowang had completely lost trust in the village in front of him after that.

At this critical period, Li Huowang would rather guess wrong than be ambushed by something. He no longer wants to eat this kind of loss.

Facing Li Huowang's distance, the old woman didn't stop her, but leaned on crutches to pick up the broken silver on the ground, muttering in her toothless mouth, as if she was scolding something.

After leaving the village, Li Huowang continued to drive forward with the group, and it was late at night.

In a bamboo forest, they finally stopped, no matter what the sight was, the distance was far enough away from danger.

The bonfire rose, and the group began to cook rice in a pot. Although everyone was tired, they still had to eat. Otherwise, the body can't hold it at all.

Li Huowang didn't do these chores. He stood on the roof of the ox cart and used his excellent eyesight to constantly inspect the surroundings like a watchtower.

Mantou also seemed to understand Li Huowang's thoughts, put his nose on the ground, and kept sniffing in a circle.

However, until after eating, there was still no abnormality, as if the sight in the village before was an illusion.

"Am I feeling wrong?" Li Huowang had a little doubt about himself in his heart. In fact, he didn't really trust his own feelings.

But soon he put the doubts that there was no need behind him, and he had done something without hesitation.

"Brother Li, dinner is ready, come and eat."

Today I ate bamboo shoot noodles made from local ingredients. The fresh bamboo shoots taste crisp and sweet. Although there is no meat, the thick layer of lard on the noodle soup soothes Li Huowang's shriveled stomach.

Surrounded by the bonfire for a while, other people were eating in full swing, and the sound of drinking soup and the crisp bite of bamboo shoots could not stop.

Feeling sleepy after eating and drinking, others who are tired lie directly under the quilt and close their eyes.

It was Li Huowang who was watching the night tonight. At this time, he couldn't trust anyone else.

Soon in the bamboo forest, there was no sound other than the crackling of the bonfire burning.

Only Li Huowang was left sitting by the bonfire, gently stroking the soft hair on the steamed buns with his hands.

However, he is not an iron man after all, and soon felt sleepy.

Shaking his head vigorously, feeling that his sleepiness was not dispelled, Li Huowang took out a sharp cone from the hem and stabbed it directly into the palm of his right hand.

The blood-stained Taoist robes turned a little redder, and the pain made Li Huowang tense, and he was instantly refreshed, without any sleepiness.

"Little Daoist, if I had come for you, the old man would have been less sleepy."

Although he didn't see anyone, Li Huowang already knew who was behind him through the sound of footsteps and the familiar smell of shredded tobacco. "Master Lu, sleep on yours. You have to go on your way tomorrow. You've been vigilant today, and you won't be able to eat it tomorrow."

Lu Zhuangyuan sat down beside Li Huowang with his wrinkled face. He carefully took out three shredded tobacco from the cigarette bag, mixed some dead leaves from the ground, put it in the hole of the cigarette rod and lit it.

"Master Dao, what do you think of my youngest son?"

"Huh?" Li Huowang glanced at Lu Xiucai, who was sleeping next to his brother and sister-in-law.

His impression of this young man is not very good, he is timid, and he is hesitant to do anything.

"Little Daoist, I know it's a bit wishful thinking, but I still want to pull down an old face and ask him, can I ask him to worship you as a teacher?"

"That kid isn't really an actor, and he hasn't spoken before. Don't dislike it. Don't expect you to teach him all the magical powers. Even if it is the same, it will be regarded as smoke on our Lu family's ancestral grave."

Just as Lu Zhuangyuan finished speaking, he found that the little Daoist's reaction was to suddenly stand up.

"It's coming! Get up!" Li Huowang shouted, causing the others who had just fallen asleep to wake up by rubbing their eyes.

"Alert!" After Li Huowang finished speaking, he slowly walked towards the bamboo forest beside him with his sword in hand. The bamboo forest that was supposed to be crisp green looked particularly gloomy under the shroud of darkness.

It didn't take long for Li Huowang to see two white porcelain jars among the bamboos.

The jars are not big and look similar to watermelons. There is a long red letter on the two jars, and some words are written on them with a brush.

Deceased mother: the position of concubine Yang's Fengling

Grandfather; Grandfather Li Gongquan

Obviously these are two ashes urns, and the worship marks on the front of the urns also prove this. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Seeing this jar, Li Huowang hesitated a little. He really wanted to smash this ashes jar? God knows what pops out in a while.

After thinking about it, Li Huowang slowly backed out. The fire in the distance gradually disappeared, and everyone began to hurry in the middle of the night.

After an unknown amount of time, the lids of the two ashes jars slowly rose, and two children's heads with white powder on their faces emerged from the jars.

They are obviously not ordinary children, and their heads are only the size of an ordinary man's fist.

The round blushes on both sides of their cheeks were particularly conspicuous on their snow-white faces.

The little people looked at each other and laughed, and then their arms and legs, also smeared with white powder, stretched out through the urn.

The two of them were about to leave, but they were blocked by a figure falling from the sky.

Li Huowang gritted his teeth and stared at the two strange things in front of him with bloodshot eyes due to lack of sleep.