The old lady was afraid that Longya would not be able to see what was on her hand, so she stretched out her hand and tried to send it up twice as she said. She obviously regarded this thing as the last life-saving talisman, and she squeezed it tightly, and the bones on the back of her skinny hands were bulging, which was obvious even in the charred black.

Qi Chen, who was temporarily paralyzed by being carried on his shoulders, maintained this cerebral congestion posture, and raised his head up with difficulty, leaving the sign that almost touched the tip of his nose, because the bloody smell on it was too heavy, and the moment he stretched over it made Qi Chen dizzy.

Only then did he truly see what it looked like—

This is a black token, round at the top and hard at the bottom, with a dark and hard texture, with a row of gold characters on the left and right sides of the top, and the style is in the form of the style, but the strokes are twisted and twisted, and they are somewhat different from ordinary styles, which looks awkward.

Qi Chen looked familiar with this quirky font. After a moment of stunned silence, he remembered that it was exactly the same style as the seal I saw on the Guanghe company documents before.

He squinted his eyes and looked at it for a few seconds, finally sorting out the awkward feeling and recognizing the gilded characters on the token—

I pray that there is a way, but there is no way to reincarnation.

"It looks amazing." Qi Chen rubbed his nose to cover the still rich bloody smell, muttering in a low voice, not understanding what this thing was.

"It's really amazing..." The moment Long Ya saw the token, the disgust and irritability on his face closed. As he said this, his eyes turned from the token to the old lady kneeling, with a slightly surprised expression, but soon returned to normal.

After he looked at the thin and shriveled old man from head to toe, he waved his hand impatiently, but his tone was not as hard as before: "Okay, okay, put away that thing! He was so depressed that he was dying. There were still two living people! You can't bear it if you were so bad!"

"Then, then this prayer order..." The old lady looked at him in surprise, as if she was afraid that he would repent if he turned around.

Long Ya tsk, "Is it over? I'm not blind, my feet are retracted, why are you trembling? I feel irritated when I smell this smell. Do you quit?"

"Cache! I collect, I collect..." The old lady responded quickly, put the token into her arms like a treasure, and then tucked her clothes hard, as if it was not a sign with words in it, but her life.

But Longya didn't have the patience to stand there and watch her tremble.

He felt that the person on his shoulder seemed a little restless. He probably had been hanging upside down for a long time and felt really uncomfortable. So he turned around and took two steps, kicked open the yard door without hesitation, and strode to the ground to the ground.

Behind him, a row of short knives inserted on the collapsed wall of the house instantly turned into countless flashing powders, and then quickly gathered together and turned into a three-inch doll.

The doll was translucent all over, with a round head, a slightly erect belly, and short hands and legs that looked like a carrot.

Although the radish head had short legs, it was not slow at all when running. His legs were straight up, and he shouted "Wait for me", while he followed Longya and the others like a ball and got out.

The old lady who was left in the broken room opened her mouth and was stunned for a while, then she quickly got up from the ground and chased her. Fortunately, she had no feet and was using it to float, otherwise it would be difficult to chase her tremblingly.

According to Qi Chen's description, Longya found Xu Liang's car on the side of the road without even taking out the keys. He waved his fingers and heard the car scream "drip" and bounced open the car door.

He threw Xu Liang into the back seat very simply and roughly, regardless of only half of him hanging on the seat and shaking, and just "slammed" the door, and then threw Qi Chen in the co-pilot's position.

"Look at you so stupid..." Long Ya put a seat belt on Qi Chen, and looked at Qi Chen's somewhat stunned expression with disgust, and couldn't help but owing his mouth.

Qi Chen blinked and said, "The situation changed too quickly, and I was a little caught off guard."

"Haha, my hands are disabled, of course I can't catch it." As soon as Long Ya was about to close the passenger door of the passenger car for him, he heard a "bang" sound, and a translucent ball rolled directly past Qi Chen's eyes and hit the steering wheel.

The "ball" sounded "Ouch" with a slight "smack" and was knocked back, lying on Qi Chen's knees like a cat, spreading his hands and feet in large shapes, and his posture was very relaxed.

Qi Chen: "..." What kind of thing is this?!

Longya twitched his face, and picked up the little baby without hesitation, shaking: "A thousand-year-old Taoist practice has been cultivated into the dog's belly! You can pass by all your walks. You are really becoming more and more capable, ah?!"

The little baby grinned and looked mushy, and said flatteringly: "Master, your legs are too long, I can't keep up for the moment."

Qi Chen: "..." What a mini dog leg!

Long Ya let go of his hand expressionlessly and threw it back to Qi Chen. Then he turned around and threw it onto the car door, held his arms and leaned towards the door, coldly rushed to the old lady who had followed him, raised her chin and said, "Come on, tell me, you asked someone to help you again, and you looked like you were going to kill someone. What exactly was going to do?"

Qi Chen in the car stared at the little doll sitting on his knees, and he was a little confused about what this little thing was.

As a result, it opened its own mouth and hummed at Qi Chen and said, "I am the master's sword boy."

Qi Chen said hello to it with a sensible sensation, and then couldn't help but say to it: "Little one, can you touch this button on the car door? Yes, just this one, press it down and open the window a little, and I'll listen to what they say."

Longya only felt the car window behind him slowly lowering a little, and then his two heads squeezed out from behind his waist.

"..." He wiped his face, turned around and glared at the big and small behind him, and then continued to question the old lady, "Don't just shivering and not talking! I don't have that much time to spend with you here. I'll give you a few minutes. If you don't say anything, just go back and forth. Come and sway in front of me and kidnap people. Even if you carry a sack of prayers and orders, I will kill you!"

"I am old, I didn't mean to kill him..." The old lady hunched over, her turbid eyes with too many whites glanced at Qi Chen, and said, "I just heard that man say he lured him here and poured a bowl of medicine, and he had to help me."

She was slashed by Longya, waved her hands and added: "That medicine does not harm people, it just makes him unable to resist for a while. I just want him to obey and ask him to agree to help me."

Longya was so angry that she laughed: "Which brain-dead has taught you such a roundabout way to commit suicide! He said you believe it? Why didn't he just send the Buddha to the West and accompany you to get medicine here? I can still slaughter a pair of them, which is a good deal! You said that you asked for prayers and orders, wouldn't you take it out and ask for help?! Keep it in your arms for the New Year? Is it crispy and delicious?"

The old lady: "...I, I'm afraid you won't recognize this prayer order."

Long Ya sneered: "Why am I so awesome? You have taken this thing in front of my eyes. I still pretend that I haven't seen it. Do you want the itchy bones to be scratched by Jiutian Xuan Lei?"

Qi Chen: "..." Why does this person always speak so fiercely...

The old lady didn't speak, and seemed a little annoyed and regretful. She just kept her eyes floating towards Qi Chen from time to time during the gap of being sarcastic by Longya.

Long Ya glanced at her, raised her hand and pressed Qi Chen's head into the car, and said to the old lady: "You always ask him for help, what do you want him to help you?"

Hearing his question, the old man who had been hanging his head finally raised his head. His turbid eyes were misty, as if the water vapor that had been covered for too long could no longer dissipate. She sighed very lightly, knelt on the ground in the cold wind of the night, and bowed her hunched back to the ground and kowtowed.

"I have been waiting in the tomb for 430 years, and I only hope that one day my son's bones will return home."
Chapter completed!