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Chapter 323 Leave a message
When we were children, we always felt that our father was majestic, powerful and omnipotent. He was the only true god in the world and could stop any danger in front of him.

But as we grow older, the 'aura' around our father is slowly fading, just like his originally dark and thick hair has turned gray at the temples. We no longer worship him like a god, and even feel that our father is getting worse and worse. The more useless it becomes, the more corny it becomes.

However, when we encounter danger or are wronged, we often think of our own father. When he knows that his child will suffer, he will inevitably burn everything and block the danger in front of him again like a towering and boundless mountain. .

People cannot be generalized. Although Zhao Sanyuan and Kang Muang have long been men, in their hearts, their father-like mentor is still omnipotent. As long as the master takes action, the Lord of Hell will have to toast him first to compensate.

In fact, Mo Wenshan did not pull him over. Autumn wind always sweeps the fallen leaves. Just like here, almost all the Baisha who made Lao Kang and Xiucai panic were killed, and the strange villagers who were chasing Zhao Sanyuan and Lao Liu were also killed. He fled with only a knife and a talisman, without even showing his face.

Just listen to what you mean, saying that the dissipated evil coffin and evil spirit are not the true body of Bai evil? Does this thing even have a clone?

After the brothers entered the room to take a breath and calm down, sleepiness and fatigue came over them, and they all fell asleep. No one wanted to push more, no one was worried about safety issues, and even the magic weapons left in the warehouse were not bothered for the time being. Went to pick it up.

Again, if the old man is here, whoever dares to be presumptuous will be given a thumbs up by the Lord of Hell.

After a night of silence and snoring, the stubborn donkey still fell stiffly in the yard, motionless except for its weak breathing. Hanging around its neck was the Eight Diagrams mirror with calligraphy and painting of Yong Rui's twelve dragons, Turtle The traces of cracks are also expanding silently
However, the idea of ​​sleeping until he woke up naturally was quickly shattered. When it was still dark, he was woken up by a burst of playing and singing, as if the entire Nanyue Village was performing a traditional symphony.

"Blowing your farts so early in the morning? Lao Kang went out to throw two thunder talismans. Don't delay my sleep."

"Stop it, Lei Fa. Can you just chop it? Why don't you let the scholar fart? It smells so bad."

"Don't mention anything, let's let Brother Liu do it."

"What? What did you say?"

"Can you please stop being deaf at critical moments?"

The brothers were hesitating on the kang, and no one wanted to get up and get out of the bed. They were exhausted physically and mentally after tossing around all night. Wasn't there some noise outside? It can be tolerated no matter what, as long as it's not a ghost crying or a wolf howling.

Brothers, the big laziness always supports the little laziness, and the little laziness stares at you, not being polite to anyone.

The four of them covered their heads under the quilt and pretended not to hear anything, but the more they listened, the more something was wrong. They were obviously happy.

Isn’t Yan Song getting married tomorrow?
Are there other famous things happening in Nanyue Village?

dong dong dong-

A rhythmic knock on the door sounded.

There was a knock on the door at Mao Shi, which was beyond everyone's expectations. It was not even time for dinner, so the Yan family would have breakfast at Mao Shi?
"Friends, today is Brother Yan's happy day. If you like it, please join the wedding team to enjoy the occasion."

The voice of Xiao Meng, the body hunter, came from outside the door, and these words made the four brothers on the kang suddenly lost their sleepiness and lifted the quilt, with disbelief written all over their faces.

Overjoyed?

today?

It was promised tomorrow, why is it one day early? Isn't this too childish?

But after going through all kinds of experiences, when you encounter something that goes against common sense, you can no longer look at it with common sense.

"What a damn devil. The four of us clearly remembered it was not today, so how could we still sleep for a whole day and a night?" Zhao Sanyuan braced himself and looked at the kang. The master was sleeping soundly, even if the brothers slept happily all day and night, Neither can Master.

Lao Kang and others also looked puzzled and quickly thought about what went wrong.

Seeing that there was no response, Xiao Meng outside raised his voice a little more, "Friends, if you are too tired, please rest. The banquet is just at the bride's house, so be sure to enjoy it and drink it when the time comes. Wedding wine, Brother Yan was thinking about a few of you just now when he was putting on his wedding clothes."

No matter how you put it, Yan Jia and Xiao Meng are very particular about how they handle things. They just met by chance, and they are full of affection and love. Let alone finding faults, as long as their hearts are warm, they will be moved. Not only do they give free accommodation, They also invited us to have a wedding banquet, which fully demonstrated the hospitality of brothers and sisters in Henan Province. "Huh? Do you have wine?"

Mo Wenshan stretched his waist and was very interested. He dressed happily and said that this wedding wine was extraordinary and he had to drink two sips.

None of the younger generations understood the deep meaning of the old man’s words. They were naturally temperamental people. Even though there were many signs that the Yan family seemed to have problems, at least they didn’t confirm it. They were marrying a bride today, how could they still be in this family? Sleeping soundly under the covers? You must go to help and contribute if you can, otherwise your conscience will be really hard for you.

"Xiucai, you first go to the warehouse to retrieve the fallen magic weapon. I guess it will be some time before the wedding team leaves. We will wait for you outside the house."

"I'll go with him, so I can take care of him." Zhao Sanyuan opened the door as he spoke and found that Xiao Meng had left. He probably had a lot of things to do.

Looking at the San Yuan Yan Fei Dao across his waist, the scholar sighed with emotion, thinking that this thing drinks too much blood and would even scare ghosts. That Jiang Shihu is really willing to part with this big treasure, even if It's worth a lot of money when sold as an antique.

Taking advantage of their free time, the two of them exchanged stories about their experiences last night, which were full of dangers and weirdness.

Even in the early morning, there was still no one inside or outside the warehouse. After opening the wooden door, the first thing that came into view was the knocked-down brazier with thick smoke and dust.

"Ahem, cough, cough - you guys really had a fever last night, no wonder you were able to delay the white evil for a while."

"Isn't that right? I just need to find an opportunity to talk to the Yan family afterwards about how to compensate."

The remaining magic weapon was not difficult to find, it was right next to the crumpled paper lotus. But unlike the dimness of last night, even though the sky was still gray today, the light was enough to illuminate many corners of the warehouse.

And it was because of the existence of light that a reflection made Zhao Sanyuan pay attention. It came from the pile of paper ingots.

"Is this a gramophone?" Zhao Sanyuan held up the object. He had seen it in the 1912 Hotel and the Brothel before, so he had the impression that it was a very rare imported item.

But just because it is so rare, it has a strong sense of dissonance. How could it be sold among a pile of paper work? And if it hadn't been burned a lot by Lao Kang last night, it wouldn't have been revealed at all.

It seems that it was hidden intentionally.

"Why is it making any noise?"

The scholar was also puzzled and replied: "You must have black film, and then you can make sounds. Let me look for it. There is none."

After searching over and over, they couldn't find the black film, but both of them felt that the appearance of the gramophone here was too sudden. Even if it was a scrapped gramophone, there was no reason to throw it here to gather dust, right? You don't have to worry about selling it to the nouveau riche as a decoration at a high price.

"it's here."

Zhao Sanyuan kicked off the fire pot and found a damaged black film from a pile of ashes. It was probably because the light was too dark and tense last night, so he muddleheadedly threw the black film hidden in the paper money into the fire pot. If it hadn't been for Lao Kang's last If you knock the brazier upside down and there is no combustion-supporting air in it, I'm afraid the black film will be completely burned.

No nonsense, Zhao Sanyuan went to the door to protect himself from the wind. Xiucai carefully observed the black film and found that only a small arc-shaped groove was not damaged, but it should be able to be released.

"Zizzi"

The low noise sounded like a mechanical throat clearing.

Soon, a hoarse male voice full of exhaustion appeared intermittently.

".Death. Kohaku survived wrong."

"The Zhou family is not strict about escaping."

(End of this chapter)