I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 262 Shi'er (Part 4!)

"Boom, boom, boom..."

"Crack!"

As the evening approached, there was a sudden gust of wind howling in the sky, thunder and lightning.

In the shabby house by the riverside, a scholar in a gray gown was in a hurry, clutching the rice paper on the table, leaning over to close the wooden window.

"Boom, boom, boom."

One window had just been closed, and before he had time to move to close the second one, someone knocked on the dilapidated, air-tight door suddenly.

The scholar glanced at the window where the wind was blowing, hesitated for a moment, and chose to come to the door first, and the moment he opened the door, heavy rain fell with a loud splash.

"Old man, you are here to shelter from the rain, come in quickly." Looking at the white-haired old man in front of him, the scholar quickly invited him in, helped him to sit down in front of the bed.

"My article!!" Just as he straightened up, seeing the rice paper was wet by the rain blown by the wind, the scholar cried out in distress, and hurried to close the window.

The white-haired old man sat on the bed like a wooden stake, staring at the scholar with gloomy eyes. When the scholar was not paying attention, his snow-white long hair grew wildly, piercing the void like silver needles.

"Boom, boom, boom." Just as the long hair was about to touch the scholar's body, the door that was constantly leaking was knocked again.

"Here comes another shelter from the rain." The scholar turned around to avoid the long hair, walked quickly to the wooden door, opened the door and said, "Come in, come in."

The moment he opened the door, the old man's wildly growing hair quickly retracted...

In front of the door, a man in a coir raincoat and holding an iron ax stepped in and came straight to the old man.

The old man looked at him indifferently, his voice was hoarse and dry: "What's the matter?"

The man remained silent, and sat down beside the old man.

The scholar looked at the man and then at the old man, always feeling that there seemed to be some connection between them, but it seemed that these two people did not know each other.

Time passed little by little, and the sound of the rain gradually faded away.

A hint of irritability gradually appeared in the old man's eyes, and his white hair grew rapidly behind him, slowly creeping towards the man in coir raincoat.

"Shh."

The man in coir raincoat suddenly grabbed the long hair next to him and yanked it fiercely, and the old man let out a cry of pain.

The scholar who saw this scene was stunned by the dim light.

In other words, how can a person's hair be so long?Also, how did that hair get to the man in the coir raincoat?

"you wanna die!"

The old man shook his head desperately, but seeing that he couldn't break free, his body suddenly slid towards the man, and a pair of long nails stabbed fiercely at the man's throat.

The scholar, who wanted to find out about the situation, widened his eyes, and his calves kept trembling.

With such long nails, is this old man still human?

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The man wrestled with the old man, smashing everything in the scholar's sight like tearing down a house.

A moment later, with the tipping of the oil lamp, the rice paper on the table was quickly ignited by the flame.

The two were fighting with fists and axes in the flames, so that the scholar didn't dare to go forward, and he didn't even dare to go through them to fetch water and put out the fire for fear of hurting himself.

Seeing the flames getting bigger and bigger, the anxious look on the scholar's face became more and more obvious. Taking advantage of the gap between the two of them fighting, he tried to fight the fire, but was patted to the ground by a strand of white hair, and passed out instantly...

The heavy rain gradually stopped.

In the darkness, two figures holding umbrellas came slowly.

The man who wielded the ax took a look, and saw a man and a woman who came, the man was tall and built, holding a Maoshan compass in his hand, carrying a black long knife on his back, and a herring seemed to be flying on his left shoulder.The woman has a graceful figure, with a bamboo hat on her head and a black cat in her arms, like a fairy walking out of a painting...

That's right, it was Qin Yao and Shi Shi.

"Stay here and don't move, I'll go and rescue the unlucky scholar." Qin Yao put away the compass and said with lowered eyes.

Shi Shi nodded slightly: "Okay."

Qin Yao closed the paper umbrella and handed it to her. His body disappeared instantly, and he came to the scholar like a ghost, grabbed his skirt, and flashed out of the house with him.

Throwing the scholar at Shi Shi's feet, Qin Yao raised his hand and pulled out the Zhanshen Dao. With a thought, he escaped into the ground, flashed behind the old man, and stabbed fiercely into the back of the old man's heart.

"Ho, ho, ho." The old man opened his mouth wide, moaning in pain continuously, and finally with a bang, it turned into a black smoke and was sucked into the long knife.

Qin Yao turned his wrist, inserted the long knife smoothly into the scabbard behind his back, turned around and walked outside the house.

The ax-wielding man looked up at the crumbling beams, and hurriedly ran out, coming to the three of them.

"Is your name Shi'er?" Qin Yao looked at the scholar on the ground and the wooden house by the river, and asked in a deep voice.

The man with the ax was slightly taken aback, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"I finally found you." Seeing that the other party was silent, Qin Yao let out a breath and smiled.

Although he doesn't know whether he can kill the nine-tailed ghost fox and rewrite the ending of the fairy in the painting by uniting Yan Chixia's master and apprentice.

But he knew that without Yan Chixia's help, he would not be able to kill Ghost Fox.

So he took Shi Shi with him, used a compass to find ghosts, and kept inquiring about Yan Chixia's whereabouts.I asked eleven ghosts and monsters for five days, and it was only at this time that I got anything.

Moreover, he is also very clear that this gain does not come from his own persistence.

Without the help of the system' low-end version of the protagonist's halo, even if he finds it forever, it's hard to say that he can just enter the plot!

Shi'er looked at him blankly, and wanted to ask what you wanted me for, but was restricted by Master's gag order, so he dared not speak...

"Take me to see your master, I have something very important to discuss with him." Qin Yao said seriously.

Shi'er doesn't know sign language, and she has countless doubts in her heart but can't speak, so she can only keep pointing at Qin Yao's lips.

Qin Yao could probably guess his mood and thoughts at the moment, and said with a light smile, "Do you want me to explain to you?"

"Huh..." Shi'er let out a long sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly.

Qin Yao thought about his words, and said, "I am the heir of the Maoshan School, surnamed Qin, you can call me Daoist Qin.

Recently, I met a very powerful ghost king. I can't beat her by myself alone.

I heard people say that Taoist Yan Chixia Yan has profound magical powers and superb swordsmanship, so I have been looking around for his whereabouts until now. "

'My master won't help you get rid of demons, he is not so warm-hearted. Shi'er thought so in his heart, shaking his head and waving his hands at Qin Yao, showing strong resistance.

"My house!" At this moment, the scholar who was knocked out by the hair demon finally woke up, stood up and looked at the house that was burned in the flames, and scratched his hair in pain.

Originally, he thought that being poor enough to eat dirt was already a low point in his life, but now it seems that he still underestimated his low point, being so poor that he didn't even have a place to eat dirt and sleep, this is the real poverty!
Looking at the scholar who wanted to cry without tears, Qin Yao's heart moved slightly, pointing to Shi'er and saying: "He burned your house."

Shi'er: "..."

Scholar: "..."

(End of this chapter)