Chapter 20 Negotiations

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"Old Bald Donkey......

Before she finished scolding, Pan Ying suddenly said, "There are still words behind this." โ€

I quickly flipped the coin over, and sure enough, the back was covered with scribbled handwriting.

After reading the above content at a glance and ten lines, the three of them looked at each other and gasped in unison.

Sun Lu said in a low voice: "Uncle Du asked us to prepare these, and we really have plans to go out." โ€

Pan Ying frowned and shook her head: "Absolutely not, Lan Lan must be saved, but she must not toss the old man." โ€

I nodded silently.

Two tips, two dark coins, say the same thing - please come out of the fairy.

The difference is that Lao He only makes a claim; Jing Hai was obviously more thoughtful, and even wrote out all the methods of inviting immortals.

Jing Hai's words are the same as his usual style, revealing simplicity and rudeness. If you want to change the usual, I will most of them be skeptical of what he said, but at the moment, all the preparations that Lao Du asked us to make do did not conform to Jinghai's description, this time, although I don't know how Lao Ya would understand these things, there is no doubt about the truth of what he said.

Sun Lu read the contents of the dark coin again, twisted his eyebrows and thought for a while, his eyelids jumped, he looked at me and said, "If you have to invite immortals...... Uncle Du will definitely not be able to go out. โ€

He gritted his teeth: "I'll come!" โ€

"Absolutely not."

I hurriedly shook my head, "You are a butcher, you are murderous, and you don't invite immortals to be seen." Not to mention that it may not be successful, even if you reluctantly invite Xian'er, most of them will be counterattacked, and the gains outweigh the losses. โ€

"Then I'll ......" Pan Ying said two words and got stuck.

Sun Lu and I both knew that what she wanted to say was 'I'm coming', and we didn't question the righteousness of this big back, but the conditions that must be met to invite immortals, and the steps to be taken, are really not acceptable to ordinary people. Besides, she's a woman.

"I'll do it." I felt the wolfskin vest inside my backpack and finally made a decision.

After making the necessary preparations, return to the main house.

Sang Lan stood aside in a daze, and Ji Yayun was by her side, her expression was complicated, but her eyes were firm.

Zhang Xi squatted in front of the old single, heard the footsteps, turned his head and said, "Uncle Du's injury is okay for the time being. โ€

As he spoke, he winked at me quickly.

I knew it and nodded slightly.

Zhang Xi usually doesn't talk much, but he is the most chicken thief. He, like us, will not watch Lao Du take risks. Thinking about this little effort, most of them are trying their best to extract those words from Lao Du's mouth that he refuses to say explicitly.

I put the brazier on the ground, and as soon as I turned it on, I felt everyone's eyes look behind me.

When I turned my face, I saw that the civet cat had run out of nowhere, and was walking in unhurriedly. Although the cat is not big, its posture is full of the momentum of a tiger descending from a mountain.

"Come, come." Lao Du beckoned to the tanuki.

As if he could understand human speech, the tanuki trotted a few steps, jumped on his lap and lay down.

Lao Dushu untied a small wet cloth bag from the tanuki's neck and placed it on the table.

Sun Lu and I looked at each other, and the corners of both of our mouths twitched twice unconsciously.

In the cloth bag is the flesh and skin that Lao Du cut from his body.

In the fake Dongjiazhuang before, the tanuki appeared, only barked, and those evil spirits fled in all directions, not because they were afraid of this cat. What is truly feared is this piece of flesh that has been cut from the body of the living.

Zhang Xi walked over and asked in a low voice, "Have you all discussed?" โ€

I nodded, and Sun Lu pulled him aside and whispered in a low voice.

Zhang Xi listened, nodded slightly, and muttered something.

I only vaguely heard him say: I finally know why he was in a hurry to get me back.

At this time, Lao Du looked out and said in a deep voice: "It's past noon, close the door." โ€

After saying that, he picked up a piece of fruit from the table, fed it to the tanuki, and let the cat jump aside and devour it.

"Later, I will negotiate the conditions with the immortal family first, and none of you are allowed to interject." Lao Du's eyes swept over everyone's faces, stood up, moved his chair, faced the table full of things, and sat down with difficulty, straightening up.

The door closed, leaving only the crackling brazier lit up, and it became dim and incomprehensible.

Lao Du pointed to Sang Lan, and then to the chair opposite: "Girl, you sit down." โ€

Sang Lan glanced at him, bit her lip, but walked straight in front of me.

"Why do you help me every time?"

I didn't expect her to ask this question suddenly, and I didn't know how to answer for a while.

"I caused you to lose your life, do you blame me?" Sang Lan asked again.

I laughed dryly and said, "There is no regret medicine in the world, and I have no habit of complaining." โ€

Sang Lan's long eyelashes fluttered twice, and suddenly smiled faintly: "I understand." Brother, thank you. โ€

I was stunned for a moment, and before I could come back to my senses, she leaned into my arms and whispered in my ear like a dream:

"I've never hated you, and I've never regretted finding you. I know I can't be by your side in my life, but I'll definitely stand closest to you......"

I only felt a suddenness, and when I reacted, Sang Lan had already left my arms and sat down opposite Lao Du.

"What did Lan Lan tell you just now?" Pan Ying leaned over and whispered, "She called you brother, did she figure it out?" โ€

I stayed where I was, not knowing how to answer.

Sang Lan and I met by accident, and if there is any other relationship, only my biological mother is her stepmother.

Human feelings are established in contact, although I have no love for her, but I have experienced a lot of things for a long time, and before I know it, she has indeed become a part of my life.

She called me brother, and seemed to agree with the relationship I had insisted on with her for a long time, but her last words ...... Why do I feel like my heart is hanging......

Sang Lan sat in a chair, seemingly in a daze.

Lao Du, who was sitting opposite her, was shrunk in a chair, his one eye was naturally closed, and his chest rose and fell gently, as if he was asleep.

In addition to the sound of breathing, the only sound in the room was the burning of the brazier.

Suddenly, Lao Du opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed a handful of yellow paper prepared in advance, and threw it into the brazier in front of the table.

At the same time, he said loudly: "Huang Tieshan, the fifth master of the Huang family, has been waiting here for a long time!" Visitors from the south to the north, people from all over the world! If you open your face, please show up! โ€

The yellow paper was thrown into the brazier, and instead of burning slowly as usual, it suddenly burst into a fierce flame more than a meter high.

The flames flickered, the fire in the brazier returned to normal, but the pile of yellow paper had been burned to ashes.

There was no wind in the room, but the ashes of the yellow paper burned seemed to be swept by the air current, and instantly filled the whole room.

Sang Lan's neck seemed to be broken, and he slumped his head suddenly.

When she slowly raised her head, her appearance had not changed, but her eyes were full of evil, and she grinned and let out a piercing strange smile:

"Hey...... Hey, hey, hey, hey......"