Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 1099 Happy To Be A Father (Part [-])

Ding Ermiao took out the golden needle she had with her, pricked Lao Feng's finger, and a few drops of blood fell on the bait.

After the blood gradually seeped into the bait, Ding Ermiao put the bait on the hook and threw it into the water.

Wang Haolan and Old Man Feng looked at each other and sat down together to watch Ding Ermiao fishing.Wan Shugao didn't dare to express his anger and stared at the water.

The sky was low and the clouds were dense, but there was no atmosphere at all. Although he was in the wild, it was like being trapped in a small room, extremely dull.

A long time passed without any movement.

"Brother Ermiao, is the location wrong?" Wan Shugao asked in a low voice.

Ding Ermiao pointed to the water in the distance and said: "The ghostly atmosphere ahead means there must be a ghost under the water, and the location is correct. I just don't know why, but this ghost doesn't take the bait..."

"Brother Ermiao, why can't I see ghost energy?" Wan Shugao asked in a low voice.

"Recite the Maoshan Meditation Mantra silently, then squint your eyes a little, and use the corner of your eyes to look along my fishing rod." Ding Ermiao pointed.

Wan Shugao nodded and followed Ding Ermiao's instructions.

Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye, he glanced over and saw, on the water about ten feet away in front of Ding Ermiao's fishing rod, a black fog the size of a locomotive hovering, and the water was all dark green!
"What a heavy ghost energy!" Wan Shugao was surprised and asked: "Brother Ermiao, is this something at the level of a ghost king down there?"

Ding Ermiao shook his head and said: "No, although the ghost energy area is large, it is not solid enough. Therefore, there is not just one thing under the water, but a group."

"Could it be that group of... little man-eating fish?" Wan Shugao asked.

"More or less, be careful of your little penis, don't jump up and bite them one by one, then you will be finished, hehe..." Ding Ermiao chuckled and raised the fishing rod.

Seeing Ding Ermiao lift up the pole, Wang Haolan and Old Man Feng both stretched their necks to watch.However, the fishing line remained the same, and not a single toad was caught.

Old Man Feng was a little disappointed, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice: "Brother Ding, how are you doing?"

Ding Ermiao shook his head and said: "No, you must use your son's own blood to be effective. Old sir, please send someone back to collect blood. A smaller syringe, half a tube of blood is enough."

"This..." The old man Feng's face was obviously a little distrustful, and he frowned: "But didn't you just say that father and son are connected by blood, and using my blood is the same?"

"Yes, that's what I just said. In fact, it is indeed the case." Ding Ermiao nodded calmly.

"Then why can't my blood attract the monster?" Old Man Feng asked.

Wang Haolan and Wan Shugao also looked at Ding Ermiao, waiting for Ding Ermiao's explanation.

Ding Ermiao sighed helplessly and said, "Old sir, do you have to ask the reason?"

"I..., of course I want to find out." Old Man Feng was stunned for a moment and said.

"Well, I didn't want to say it originally, but since you kept asking me, I have no choice but to tell the truth."

Ding Ermiao glanced at Wang Haolan, then looked at Old Man Feng and said, "Feng Qingyun is not your biological son. Other than that, there is no other explanation."

Originally, he wanted to save some face for the old man, but his expression clearly showed distrust of Ding Ermiao, so Ding Ermiao had no choice but to speak up.

Kachacha...!
A bolt of thunder rolled down from the sky, shaking the stone platform beneath his feet.

Old Man Feng shook his body and almost fell into the water.

"Uncle Feng, are you okay?" Wang Haolan hurriedly rushed forward to support him and asked.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Old man Feng stood firm, forced a smile at Ding Ermiao, and said, "Impossible, it's impossible... I know what my wife is like. We have been together for decades. Trust her..."

"That means I'm wrong, maybe." Ding Ermiao smiled faintly and turned to look at the water.

There were bursts of thunder and lightning, and the small fish in the lake kept jumping out of the water, causing splashes and ripples...

Ding Ermiao looked at the water, suddenly a smile appeared on her lips, and she turned around.

But when he looked back, he saw Old Man Feng staggering towards the shore.Judging from his stumbling steps, he seemed to have aged dozens of years at this moment.

Obviously, he couldn't accept the fact that Feng Qingyun was not his biological son!

Who could bear to raise his son with shit and pee, but in the end, he was a happy father?
Wang Haolan was dumbfounded, looking at Ding Ermiao with a complicated expression.

Ding Ermiao shrugged and said innocently: "It's none of my business, buddy, it's his own question. If I don't tell you the reason, he will suspect that my Taoism is not good. Isn't this a shame for you?" To save face?"

"..." Wang Haolan, who was always eloquent, was speechless.

Now that the masters are gone, why is Ding Ermiao still here?So Ding Ermiao, Wan Shugao, and Wang Haolan also stepped on the stone embankment and walked towards the shore.

The old man Feng who was walking in front suddenly turned around and said with a pale face, "Let's go back now and draw blood from my son. No matter what, he is my son, and I can't leave him alone."

When he said the words "my son", Old Man Feng said it very seriously, as if he was conveying some kind of message and making his own position clear.

——He is my son, not my son, but also my son!
Ding Ermiao nodded solemnly and said: "The deep love between father and son is very touching!"

"Feng Qingyun is so lucky!" Wan Shugao grinned.

Wang Haolan quickly laughed and said, "Uncle Feng is right. Look at the weather, it's going to rain heavily. Let's go home quickly and collect blood before coming back."

As he said this, Wang Haolan helped Old Man Feng forward, and at the same time turned around and winked at Wan Shugao, signaling him to say less.

Wan Shugao's words just now sounded like a pun to others.Feng Qingyun is so lucky, what does that mean?Are you talking about his fake father, treating him as his real son?

Ding Ermiao also took a handful of Wan Shugao, walked down a few steps, and whispered: "Stop talking, people will die."

Wan Shugao then realized something, nodded and asked:
"Brother Ermiao, you just said that there are a group of ghosts under the water, so how can you catch them all? Your fishing rod can only catch one fish at a time, right?"

"If the devil is taller than the devil, there is always a way to deal with him." Ding Ermiao walked towards the river bank and said.

"Is it just like the last time we dealt with Wang Huzi and other water ghosts in Suolongtan, using the Maoshan seal to cover them, and then encircling them with five-element flags and bringing them to the shore?" Wan Shugao asked.

"That method won't work this time." Ding Ermiao shook his head.

(End of this chapter)