Uncle Jiu: Yizhuang Lingying, invincible starting from burning incense

After everything was almost ready, Uncle Nine suddenly remembered that this robe didn't seem to fit.

If it is really as she imagined, this thief woman has another purpose for taking Mao Shanming's robe.

Uncle Nine thought that it was still not suitable to wear it today, so he hurriedly reached out and began to take off the Taoist robe on his body.

At this time, Mao Shanming also bled the last rooster, and saw that Uncle Nine was taking off his robe.

The robes that Maoshan Ming wears all the year round are actually custom-made robes from tailor shops, and he has not worn the orthodox Maoshan robes of Uncle Jiu.

"Uncle Nine, why do you want to take off your robe

?" Hearing the voice, Uncle Nine looked up at Mao Shanming: "Do you want to wear it?" "

Really??"

Mao Shanming was happy for a while, and took it from Uncle Jiu's hand.

"Hmm~"

Actually, Uncle Nine didn't plan to give it to Mao Shanming, but he had no choice but to ask for it himself.

If only I could scare him.

Otherwise, he will continue to go out and deceive.

"Uncle Ming, you are wearing this Taoist robe, but you are angry!" The

surrounding militiamen praised Mao Shanming when they saw it.

"Yes? Thank you for the compliment. As he

spoke, there was a knock on the door.

"Huh, here?" Uncle Nine was watching the door vigilantly.

"Master, it's okay. Lin Xiao looked over.

"Everyone's attention!" Mao Shan Ming became vigilant.

Hear Maoshan Ming's words.

The surrounding militia became even more nervous.

"Just a bowl. Lin Xiao reminded.

"Is a bowl enough?" said Mao Shanming.

"Enough.

When Mao Shanming picked up a bowl of chicken blood and walked up with several militiamen around him.

"Lao Tzu Shu Dao San, you open the door. Mao Shanming finished vigilantly instructing.

"Good!" the two militiamen nodded in agreement, reaching out to the gate.

"One, two, three!" after Mao Shan finished counting.

The moment the door opened.

A bowl of chicken blood in Mao Shanming's hand spilled out.

"What are you doing

here?" "Are you a human or a ghost!?"

"I'm here to bring you white porridge!" "

Uncle Ming, what should I do now?"

At this time, Maoshan Ming was embarrassed.

"Chicken blood and white porridge, this is a good match, but you should send white porridge again. "

Really, I was covered in blood!" The food delivery person took Mao Shanming's money and turned around and left.

Just as Mao Shanming and the others turned around and wanted to go back, there was another rapid knock outside the door.

"No, I gave a lot of money.

Mao Shanming looked at the militia around him and smiled.

As he spoke, Mao Shanming stepped forward and opened the door at the same time.

The entire gate fell in an instant, barely hitting him.

At this time, everyone saw a zombie wearing Qing Dynasty clothes standing outside the door.

"Dabao?"

Mao Shanming took a closer look and rubbed his eyes.

Facing the frightened militiamen around

him, he said: "You don't have to be afraid, he is a great treasure, a good ghost, and he will not do anything to hurt you."

At this time, Lin Xiao was carefully observing Dabao.

After opening his eyes, he found that Dabao's original pure ghost qi was filled with wisps of black smoke.

It is estimated that it has been transformed by a thief.

"Master, we don't have to come to the rescue.

Lin Xiao held the peachwood sword and said lightly.

"Will there be danger?" Uncle

Nine also saw the great treasure at this time.

A pair of eyes stared straight at Mao Shanming.

Facing the surrounding militia, there was no trace of movement in his eyes.

"It is estimated that I fell for the thief's trick, and the target is only the person wearing the robe.

Hearing Lin Xiao's words, Uncle Nine was stunned: "No wonder your kid has also taken off his robe!" "If you

have a father, you must have a son!" Lin Xiao replied to the master with a smile, and at the same time looked around vigilantly.

Because at this time, Lin Xiao had already sensed that the countless yin qi around him was coming towards them.

However, they have prepared such a large vat of chicken blood, and it will be very easy to pack up when these things come.

"Dabao, Dabao, what's the matter with you?" Mao Shanming didn't notice the danger at all.

It's just that Dabao's face is a little strange.

At this time, Dabao actually did not have Maoshan Ming in his eyes at all.

In Dabao's eyes, Mao Shanming is nothing more than a huge eagle.

Watching the eagle come towards him, Dabao also saved the process of catching.

At the same time that Akiichi Maoyama approached Dabao.

Dabao reached out and grabbed Mao Shanming's neck.

When the surrounding militia saw it, they stepped forward to help, but Dabao just didn't let go.

If it weren't for Mao Shanming's own strength, I am afraid that he would have been strangled to death by Dabao a long time ago.

But it's also very strange to say, Dabao only chased after Maoshan Ming.

Ignoring the militia who came to help.

When you were chasing me, Mao Shanming was scratched by Dabao all over his body.

"Why, Dabao, hurry up and recover your senses!" Mao

Shan Ming didn't understand why Dabao didn't arrest others.

It's just a rush of pounces on yourself.

Uncle Nine hugged the pillar and looked at Mao Shanming who was being chased, and couldn't help but remind: "It can be solved by splashing chicken blood on

Dabao, what are you doing running all over the yard?" "Uncle Jiu, you don't know, if Dabao is splashed, the yin qi will definitely be damaged, I can't do this kind of thing

!" As he spoke, Mao Shanming kept shouting at Dabao who was chasing after him: "Dabao, wake up quickly, wake up, wake up, I'm Uncle Ming, why are you doing this to me!"

Uncle Nine saw it in his eyes, but in fact, Dabao himself was not aggressive.

It is estimated that the thief woman used a blindfold to make Dabao lock the person wearing a Taoist robe.

Seeing that Mao Shanming was being chased and out of breath, Uncle Nine spoke: "You try it, take off your robe, Dabao is still chasing you, you can run." "

That's right!" Mao

Shan also noticed that even though Dabao passed by the militia, he did not attack him.

Thinking of this, Mao Shanming finally understood what Uncle Jiu meant by taking off his robe, and suddenly realized: "Uncle Jiu, you know about this robe, do you still want me

to wear it?" "You want to wear it, not my master, I'm going to wear it for you!" Lin Xiao shouted at Mao Shanming with a peachwood sword.

"Yes, if you want to be majestic or blame me, don't you just take it off. Uncle Nine sat on the chair and drank tea and did not forget to open his mouth to respond.

"Hey, I'm about to be killed by you!" The current Mao Shanming couldn't cry or laugh, and he didn't even have time to take off his robe.

"Lin Xiao, why don't you help him?" Uncle Nine put down the teacup and glanced at Lin Xiao beside him.

"Okay. Lin Xiao had to listen to Master's words, and it was enough to have fun in this dark night.

While Dabao was chasing Maoshan Ming round and round, Lin Xiao dipped his fingers in chicken blood.

Three or two steps stepped forward and pressed it on Dabao's forehead, and suddenly Dabao's head was filled with a burst of white smoke.

"Ah!!" Dabao hugged Mao Shanming, who had a headache and wanted to come to the rescue, but was stopped by Lin Xiao.