Super Red Packet

Chapter 538 Ninja Art

Is someone trying to kill me?

There are three members of their family, each toasting me a glass of wine, do they want to get me drunk and start at night?
Am I being careless tonight?Did you drink so much to cater to Jiao Mingren?
The more Meng Xiaoben thought about it, the more frightened he became.

He quietly stretched his feet from under the quilt to the end of the bed, trying to find out what was there.

He was worried that if he sat up rashly, he would bump into something and cause the detonator to explode!

One of his feet lasted for a long time, but he didn't touch anything.

Meng Xiaoben was silent for a while, and the voice sounded again.

No, I have to sit up and see what happens!
Meng Xiaoben sat up slowly and looked towards the end of the bed.

The moonlight outside the window just hit the bed, making the head and tail of the bed silver and white.

In addition, the lights in the yard also shone in, and Meng Xiaoben clearly saw his earthly Qi Zhanlu Baojian.

Before going to bed, Meng Xiaoben hung it at the end of the bed.

At this time, it was still quietly hanging at the end of the bed, without moving from its nest.

Meng Xiaoben saw the sword body and scabbard of Di Qi Zhan Lu Jian, and suddenly thought: Is it the sound made by the friction between the sword body and the scabbard?

From the analysis of the sound quality of the sound itself, it will not be another object.

Meng Xiaoben looked around and found that there was no other metal at the end of the bed except Earth Qi Zhanlu.

The bed is made of wood as a whole, with mortise and tenon joints, and there are no half nails!
It must be the voice of Diqi Zhanlu.

Strange, how could Diqi Zhanlu make his own voice?
Did some ghost try to pull it out of the scabbard and steal it?

Meng Xiaoben became vigilant.

He didn't dare to sleep anymore, sat there, motionless, staring at Diqi Zhanlu with his eyes wide open.

After waiting quietly for more than ten minutes, Diqi Zhanlu suddenly moved, and saw the sword jump out of the scabbard!

A white light flashed, and then it was quickly inserted back into the scabbard, and at the same time, there was a sound of "cha--".

"Crack——" there was another sound, and the blade of the sword jumped out of the scabbard again, and then inserted back.

Then, "chachacha——" the sword body jumped out continuously, and then inserted back.

Meng Xiaoben's scalp was numb: Weird!
Who is drawing the sword?
Is it an invisible ghost?
Or is the invisible man coming to steal the sword?

Come to think of it, it's not like that.If it was the one who stole the sword, why didn't he steal the blade and scabbard together?
Even if he only wants to steal the blade, then he can just pull the blade.

But why pull it out and plug it in again?

What do you mean?
What is the special symbol here?
What is the connotation?
Or is it a sign of something?
So weird!

Meng Xiaoben was ready, when the sword body jumped out of the scabbard again, he slammed it and hit the top of the sword with his hand.

He hoped that this time, he would hit the arm of the possible invisible man.

Or, hit the invisible ghost.

But all he hit was air.

It seems that the sword jumped out of the scabbard by itself.

What does it jump out for?
In the past, Meng Xiaoben put the sword at the end of his bed every day when he went to bed, but he never found it beating. Today is an exception.

Could it be that the sword will jump by itself when it comes to a new environment?
This argument is totally unjustifiable, because Meng Xiaoben traveled all over the world with his own sword, and lived outside for many nights, but this phenomenon has never happened. What happened tonight?
Could it be that the environment tonight is a little special?
Meng Xiaoben raised his head and looked around the room.

Because it is Mr. Jiao's room, the furnishings in the house are very simple, there are no fashionable things, only a few large cabinets, very old style.

Meng Xiaoben quietly got out of bed, walked to the cabinet, and gently opened the door of the cabinet.

There were some old clothes of the old man inside, Meng Xiaoben took them out one by one, examined them carefully under the moonlight, and found nothing special.

He closed the cabinet door and went on to check the second cabinet.

It is also loaded with clothes, all hung on hangers, very neat.Clothes and trousers hang separately on it.

Meng Xiaoben looked at it for a while, and suddenly, he noticed that one of the clothes was a little different from the others.

The dress was slightly longer than the others, so it looked particularly jarring hanging there.

Meng Xiaoben stretched out his hand and took that piece of clothing off the hanger.

He put the clothes on the bed and examined them carefully under the moonlight coming in from outside.

This is a buffalo leather jacket, brown, the leather is very thick, but very soft, and it looks like a high-quality leather garment.Because there are a lot of wear and tear on the leather, the cuffs, elbows and front and back, the leather has been worn away, so it can be judged that this leather jacket has been used for many years.

It can also be judged from its style that the buttons on the leather jacket are made of copper buttons. Due to the age, the copper buttons have some rust stains and are so bright.

Meng Xiaoben picked up the leather jacket and put it in front of his nose to smell it. He didn't come across any special smell, which meant that the leather jacket hadn't been oiled for a long time.

Meng Xiaoben took out other clothes from the closet and compared them with this leather jacket.Other clothes are new and old, but the length, fat and thinness are the same.Only this leather jacket was two inches longer than the other clothes.

Could it be that this leather jacket does not belong to Mr. Jiao himself?

Since it doesn't belong to Mr. Jiao, why put it here?

Does it have any special meaning here?
The more Meng Xiaoben thought about it, the more confused he became, and there were more and more questions in his heart. He couldn't help his heart churning: Is there any story on this leather jacket?

Meng Xiaoben put the clothes back into the cabinet again, put Diqi Zhanlu under the pillow, and put his head on it to keep it from jumping.

He rested his arms on his head and pondered for more than an hour, full of weirdness in his heart, and then slowly fell asleep, and Zhanlu didn't beat anymore

The next morning, after Meng Xiaoben got up, he didn't show any abnormalities. Instead, he told Jiao Dangwu that he slept very well. Because he drank too much wine, he slept until dawn, and he hadn't slept like this for a long time. I feel calm.

No one doubted what happened to Meng Xiaoben last night.

After breakfast, Meng Xiaoben drove Jiao Dangwu to school, and then drove home by himself.

As soon as he entered the door, he immediately went into the basement, picked up the little tortoise, and told the little tortoise everything that happened when he went out last night.

When the little tortoise heard it, his eyes widened, and he whispered, "There is a grievance!"

"What? There is a grievance?"

The little turtle said slowly, "This kind of thing has happened frequently throughout the ages. Didn't you encounter the death-endurance technique of the big shrimp in the ancient mang king's cave?"

"Yes, Da Xiami escaped with Ninjutsu."

"What you are encountering now is almost the same as Ninjutsu. It is called Ninjajutsu."

"Ninjutsu?"

"Yes. Some people have outstanding spirits during their lifetime, and their souls are not easy to disperse after death. If they die unjustly, their souls are even more difficult to disperse. The dead will gather their own spirits in a piece of clothing they often wear In order to keep the spirit attached to it, it will not dissipate quickly. According to my master, people with high magic skills can gather their spirit on clothes for hundreds of years after death."

(End of this chapter)