Deconstruction is Weird

But the old woman was not feeling well either, her hands were in pain, and the yang qi on Chu Dong's body was so intense that she had never seen it before, it would be uncomfortable to get close to it, let alone touch it.

It's like putting your hand in a frying pan to fry it.

Chu Dong glanced at the old woman, and said with disgust: "Next time, use less gouache, the smell is too strong, and it will be more expensive."

The old lady doesn't know what to say at this time, can there be another time?

The door opened slowly, as if it had been in disrepair for a long time, and there was a creaking sound when it opened. There was a pot of charcoal fire burning in front of the door, the old woman said that she was going to get rid of bad luck.

But the fire in the brazier was blue.

[The energy fluctuations emitted by the flame are consistent with the energy enveloping the host's brain before, and are opposed to Yang Qi, and will have a counteracting reaction]

"Young master, this brazier has to be crossed. You and Miss are separated by yin and yang, and you have to go to get rid of your bad luck. Don't worry, it's harmless."

Chu Dong looked back at the old paper figurine with disdain.

"Worried? Worried that I can come up with you?"

Chu Dong stepped over the brazier, the yang energy on his body collided violently with the blue flame, melted each other, and even made a squeaky sound, and finally the green fire dimmed.

In the eyes of the old lady, this person was able to extinguish this pot of yin fire by relying on his own yang energy.

The yang qi in this normal person seems to exist, but once burned by this yin fire, the yang qi will definitely disappear, and the last time he will suffer a serious illness, but Chu Dong is different, his metabolic capacity is several times that of a normal person.

Moreover, the intellectual brain can effectively control the yang qi that overflows from itself. Although the yang qi outside the body is disordered, the amount is large enough, and the speed of regeneration far exceeds that of ordinary people.

The old woman's complexion is very bad, but she can't get angry. This wedding is a festive day, and the etiquette is fixed. It is absolutely impossible for him to turn around and step over the brazier.

"Master Chu, please come inside."

Before entering the door, Chu Dong turned his head and glanced down the mountain. The red flowers everywhere had turned into red paper.

The intellectual brain is only attached to his brain. If it is an illusion that affects the brain, the intellectual brain can easily distinguish it, but if it is a real illusion that can deceive his eyes, the intellectual brain seems to have failed.

These two rows of servants standing in a row in this courtyard are naturally not living people, they are all made of paper. The red carpet is spread from the gate to the living room, and it must be 20 meters long.

And the living room was even more weird before, the old man Wu Yong was sitting in the living room, the clothes on his body were neither wedding clothes nor mourning clothes, but half of them, red on the left and white on the right.

There was a mahogany coffin in the living room, and there were inconspicuous dark red stripes on the coffin. Chu Dong couldn't understand it, but it was obviously not what should be on an ordinary coffin.

Maybe it's the sorcery of two corpses splitting souls.

The most outrageous thing was that there was a bride standing in front of the hall, but the bride was covered with a red hijab, so she couldn't see her face clearly, but in terms of her figure, she was just like Wu Tong.

And those hands are so delicate that the ten fingers don't touch the spring water, I'm afraid they are really living people.

Wu Yong sat on the main seat and said loudly towards Chu Dong at the entrance of the courtyard: "Chu Dong, your Uncle Wu treats you well on weekdays, right?

Today I welcome you into my Wu family with ten miles of red makeup, and I have done enough courtesy, so you should be satisfied.

Write down your name on my Wu family tree, and you will be considered as a family member of my Wu family. "

Wu Yong waved his hand, and the paper figurine next to him came over with a tray. On the tray was a genealogy tree with the word Wu on the cover.

The genealogy seems to be quite old, and most likely the old man is still serious.

No matter what era it is, it is not a glorious thing to be married. If Wu Tong is a living person, Chu Dong may really eat this bowl of soft rice. This hundred taels of gold and thousands of taels of silver can make him How much do you eat?

Unfortunately, he didn't want to marry a ghost.

Seeing that Chu Dong didn't move, Wu Yong spoke again. He got up and walked out of the lobby to the courtyard.

"Are you still waiting for that person from the Onmyoji Division?

I advise you to give up, he has already been trapped by me, although Onmyoji is said to rule the world as a magician, it is impossible for him to work hard for an irrelevant person like you.

The old man trapped him with his life, can he give his life to save you? "

This Wu Yong is dressed exquisitely, but his eyes are full of fatigue, which shows that he really paid a lot for tonight.

Chu Dong deliberately changed the subject, "What's wrong with Wu Tong?"

"You have a bit of a conscience, and you know how to care about Xiaotong. Xiaotong has a bone disease that cannot be cured by medicine and stones, and he was already terminally ill half a year ago.

It's a pity that I have learned all kinds of spells in my life and pretended to be superior to others, but in the end I couldn't even save my own daughter. "

The old man's expression does not seem to be fake, it seems that he is indeed very regretful about this matter, if the poor scholar's memory is pushed back half a year, the old man is indeed not as old as he is now.

"You have been renewing her life for the past six months?"

Wu Yong's face turned cold, and his mood sank a lot: "That's right, I tried countless methods, but they couldn't save Xiaotong's life, so Chu Dong, you also hope Xiaotong is well, right?

From now on, if you enter my Wu family, everything in my Wu family is yours, and what you pay is only half of your life. "

Chu Dong glanced at the door. The old beggar didn't know if he was really trapped, but it was absolutely impossible for him to agree to sign his name.

Since ancient times, this signature has been valid. Although I don't know if half of my life will be lost because of the name in this world, it is still safe.

Moreover, Chu Dong, whose emotions were all suppressed, would not be tactful, so he said very directly: "I refuse."

As soon as these words came out, the lid of the coffin parked in the lobby popped open on the spot. Looking at it from this angle, there was indeed a corpse in the coffin, wearing a shroud, and there were footprints on the corpse.

But if you look closely, you can still find that the coffin is actually just a paper figurine, but this paper figurine is very realistic.

So the corpse in the soul of the two corpses is just a fake corpse, sealing the soul into the paper man.

Wu Yong was a little anxious when he saw this. Before rushing back to the coffin, he picked up the coffin lid and put it back on. He also bit his finger and drew a symbol on it that he couldn't understand.

Wu Yong shouted eagerly at Chu Dong.

"If you keep talking nonsense, kid, I can't keep you!

These two corpses are divided into souls, one is evil and the other is good. From now on, it will be our simple and kind Xiaotong who will live with you. What do you not want? "

Chu Dong pointed to the coffin: "What about her? Just be an evil ghost all the time?

Don't you think it's unfair? "

Wu Yong stared wide-eyed, with an incredulous expression on his face, thinking, doesn't this person have a brain?

Is it exciting to say such things at this time?

After saying this, the sound of patting the coffin became louder and louder, and Wu Yong nearly lay down on it.

Wu Yong turned to Chu Dong and continued to persuade: "Chu Dong, I don't want your life, I only want half of your life to live for Xiaotong.

I calculated that you can live to be at least eighty years old, and I only want you for thirty years!

Xiaotong treats you well on weekdays, right? "