Article 161

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The two walked around the city and found that every household was collecting rice straw and tying scarecrows.

After questioning, it turned out that this was what Mr. Chu Xun ordered the city residents to do. Regardless of the age of the residents in the city, everyone needs a corresponding scarecrow, which is wrapped in paper and dripped with their own blood. Make a so-called "false puppet".

This principle is as if the river god wanted to eat human heads, so someone made steamed buns, wrapped them with meat stuffing and threw them into the river to worship the river god.

You must know that some ghosts and gods are not astute due to fundamental reasons. A little blindfold can fool them around. For example, the ghost emcee that Chu Wanning and the others have come into contact with before is just a muddy brain and is very good at fooling.

Looking at it this way, Chu Xun has at least made two preparations for the city residents. The first is the soul-killing talisman, so that they will not be discovered by ghosts during their escape.

The second level is the straw puppets, because once the ghosts find out that all the people in the city have suddenly disappeared, they will be extremely frenzied, and leaving the puppets as a cover can temporarily stabilize them and delay the migration of the city.

But the more this is the case, the more doubts in the hearts of Mo Ran and Chu Wanning.

Why is it that Mr. Chu Xun has already arranged it so carefully, and still falls short?

With such doubts, they returned to the prefect's mansion. By this time it was already dark. Many people who live in remote areas are unwilling to go home, and drag their families and pack their bedding to spend the night in the Shangqing Barrier.

The prefect's mansion does not close its doors at night, only the white-clothed guards seen during the day are patrolling around.

When the ink burned and they passed, there were no vacant rooms in the house, and people were crowded everywhere. In a wing room, at least three or four families were huddled up, and there was no place to stand.

In the end, the two had no choice but to choose a corridor to rest. There is definitely no bedding. Mo Ran asked the guards for some straw, laid it soft on the ground, and carried Chu Wanning up.

"I'm sorry for you sleeping here today."

Chu WanNing said: "Very good."

"Really?" Mo Ran laughed, "I think so too."

He fell beside Chu Wanning, stretched his waist, and then put his arms behind his head, looking at the clear top of the corridor.

"Junior Brother, look at the ability of those birds to create dreams. Although this dream has the memory of the survivors as the cornerstone, it is rare to be able to refine it so clearly that even the wood grain on the vault is so clear."

Chu Wanning said: "After all, the Feathermen are half-immortal bodies. Although their mana has not reached its peak, there are always some abilities that ordinary people cannot match."

"That's right." Mo Ran blinked, turned over, looked at Chu Wanning with his head up, "I can't sleep."

"..." Chu Wanning glanced at him, "Then I'll tell you a story to coax you."

He was just a mocking joke, but Mo Ran was so thick-skinned that he smiled and said, "Okay, okay. Brother, please tell a story about Seven Fairies and Dong Yong."

Chu Wanning didn't expect him to take it seriously. He was taken aback for a moment, and then turned away angrily: "You think it's beautiful. It's not embarrassing for such an old person."

The ink burned and said with a smile: "Look, in fact, people will always miss things that they can't get. This has nothing to do with age. When I was young, no one told me stories to coax me, I always thought about it, Think about it, if only there was someone who could coax me. Afterwards, no such person appeared, and I grew up, so I didn’t think about it anymore. But I still miss it in my heart.”

Chu Wanning: "..."

"No one told you stories when you were young, did you?"

"Um."

"Haha, so you actually don't know how to tell the story of Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies, right?"

Chu Wanning: "... What is there to say about this kind of extravagant speech."

"No, no, don't talk about any obscene words. When you grow up like this, you will definitely become a very boring person like my master, and no one will talk to you."

Chu night Ning said angrily: "If you don't care, don't care, sleep."

Lie down and close your eyes.

Mo Ran laughed and rolled, rolled around, and rolled to Chu Wanning's side. He looked at the appearance of the junior brother with his eyes closed, his eyelashes were black and long, very cute, so he stretched out his hand and pinched his face.

"Are you really asleep?"

"Fell asleep."

"Haha." Mo Ran laughed, "Then you fall asleep, let me tell you a story."

"You can tell stories?"

"Yeah, just like you can talk in your sleep."

Chu Wanning shut up.

Mo Ran was lying beside him, the two were pillowed on straw, and their heads were very close to each other. Mo Ran laughed for a while, seeing that his younger brother ignored him, he gradually stopped laughing so exaggeratedly, but his eyes were still crooked, looking at the roof of the corridor, and the rough smell of rice rose from the tip of his nose from time to time, and his voice was calm and peaceful.

"The story I told you was made up by myself. I was envious of no one telling me a story before, but I couldn't help it. I just lay on the bed every day and told myself a story. I told you This one is my favorite, and I named it 'Cow Eating Grass'."

The author has something to say:

Small Theater 【Bedtime Story】

Feed the fish and tell bedtime stories like this: Long, long ago, there was a child...

Chu Wanning's storytelling begins like this: Tao can be said, very Tao, what story to tell. No, lectures.

Xue Meng: Don't listen, don't listen, Wang Ba Nian... Bah! I listen! I just listen.

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