When I walked to the street, I looked back at this small hotel in the bustling city, and said that husband and wife are wronged, but brothers and sisters, what is not, who can say that after this life, what kind of entanglement will be.

Only at this time did Wang Mo say his concern: "Dao Long, last night, Mahko said that he planted grass seeds on my wounds, will I also become a grass man like him?"

The old Dao said, "No, you are not born short-lived."

Wang Mo laughed, “Oh, then I’ll be reassured.”

But after we arrived at Zhu Cuihua's house, the old Dao master quietly put the spell in Wang Mo's tea, was seen, I asked him what happened, the old Dao said, he did not have a general in his heart, only hope that Wang Mo has nothing to do.

It turned out that he said that nothing was completely comforting Wang Mo, at this time, listening to the old Dao chief so, and then look at Wang Mo, who was raring with his big brother, I began to worry, and everything was not a taste.

Zhu Cuihua and Li Xiaosong's spiritual head seemed to be much better than yesterday, and the two of them had a laugh for the first time with us for lunch.

Sister Naraha seemed to be a man, and was busy with the other three servants.

In addition to Zhu Cuihua and his wife, we all know that last night, the yellow cloth bag that took the fuming yin spirit must have been taken away by her, so in my heart, naturally, she was a little more vigilant.

One thing she came up at each end, and Little White would use a silver spoon to test it to see if there was poison.

And I, but because there is Li Xiaosong, there is some taste, this scum man in the coaxing of women is very set, just like now, he can do all kinds of movements on Zhu Cuihua in the interval of eating, gently toss her hair, pull her hand, or, peel a shrimp to feed her.

I rolled my eyes in my heart and truly loved someone, but in fact, there was no need to do this.

At this time, the old Dao only asked, “Did Mr. Li sleep well last night?”

Li Xiaosong shrugged his shoulders: "It's good, it's good to be in the morning."

“Where is Miss Zhu?”The old man asked.

"Me, I'm fine too."Zhu Cuihua said, "The reason why we may have slept late last night, we have not woken up until ten o'clock in the morning."

"Well, you've been tired lately, and you should rest."The old man said.

Zhu Cuihua said a few words of thanks, listening to their east and west talk, I suddenly felt that this meal was more tasteless.

Zhao Qin, because he did not eat food in the sun, he said that he was not hungry, went to the back garden for a walk alone, and I decided to go to him.

Who knows, I will meet the idle sister in the half-way corridor.

“Strike you, kill you.”My sister sat on the edge of the aisle, and she turned her back on me, because she did not hear my footsteps, so she was still there with a low mantra.

I did not start to her, but gently approached, only to see A sister holding a small cloth man, it said the birth of eight words, she at this time, just under the hard needle to the top.

“I learned this from TV, didn’t you?”I laughed out loud.

My sister heard my voice and turned back in shock, and hurriedly hid the little cloth man behind him: “You, what do you say?”

I looked at her: "A sister, even if you hate that person again, don't do such boring things, if the little people really work, so many bad people in this world have long died, I owe you or you need to be quickly put away, otherwise you will see, if you look good."

My sister was surprised: “How do you know it’s Zhu Cuihua?”

"Let's help them do things, and I know the words of their birth."

I looked at her face with a frightened look, and did not want to embarrass her again, so I turned around and wanted to go, Zhu Cuihua's eyes were not good, and it was difficult for people to hate her again.

Who knows, I turned around, and my sister pulled me: “Little Du, come with me, I’ll show you something?”

“What?”

“Shh, don’t say anything, come on.”

She turned over the fence and walked into the back garden, and turned her head and beckoned to me.

Originally, I should have been guarding her, because the loss of the cloth bag last night, most likely she, but why did she take the bag containing the smear, which is a mess.

So now, I still can't help but be curious, followed her over the fence, all the way to the garden behind the fake mountain.

Of course, I am not so stupid, in the whole process of walking, I have been walking behind my sister, so that even if she wants to harm me, I can't find the opportunity to start.

"It's not strange to see that."After half a false mountain, she suddenly stopped in front and pointed to a transparent thing at the foot of the fake mountain.

It was a yellow, translucent shell, small as soybeans, round, a little like pea skin, large and small on the ground spread a small piece, no less than a few thousand.

I said, “What is this?”

Sister Ai shook her head, "I don't know, I'm also a cleaner told me that I've been seeing something like this in the garden lately."

“Recently?”My sister doesn’t seem to be lying to me.

"Yes, that's what started in the last ten days."At this, she turned her head and looked over the other side of the corridor, and passed an older man, and she said, "Well, that's what he found and told me, that he saw such a thing in the back garden almost every day."

“Can you call him and ask him?”

Sister said yes, then beckoned to the uncle, let him come over, the uncle looks like a somewhat wooden person, slightly down his head from the corridor down, all the way to us, when you see the translucent small shell, can not help but frowning: "And again?"

Sister Ai said, "Uncle, you tell Xiao Du what's going on, it's okay, she's trustworthy."

I uh a little in my heart, looked at my sister, her expression is very sincere, not like casually said such a sentence, but I am a little confused, this inexplicable trust, when was it established?

The uncle nodded: "The first time I found it was under the big eucalyptus tree, when it was very few, only a dozen looks, I thought it was a squirrel and other animals left, I didn't care, who knew a few days later, and found some more and more, and in different places."

I asked him, “What do you think is the skin of some kind of fruit?”

The uncle shook his head, bent down, and used the iron pliers he held in his hand to pick up a translucent shell and said, "I don't look like it, do you think?"When he asked, he suddenly turned the small pot to me, and I subconsciously suppressed my neck, but for the reason that I was too close, I still clearly saw that there were some small lines on the small shell.

The lines?

Natural fruit can never grow such a pattern, because it is a thin wrinkle of the skin.

In an instant, a terrible thought passed in my heart, and this thought made me sick to turn and bleed.

I saw my sister’s surprise ringing behind her: “Little Du, what’s wrong with you?”

I tried to control myself and straighten up, shaking my hand feebly: "Don't touch those things, remember, don't touch them again, let's go back."