MTL - To Raise a Soul-~ 6. Taomu Sword

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The old wooden wedges are no longer available, and there are no new ones in the toolbox.

After repairing the broken door frame with nails, Yin Yan got up and walked out of the view, and smashed the solid broken wood back.

"Axe and planer."

This time Yu Yu finally did not worry, immediately found the tool and handed it over.

Yin Yan took over the tools and simply cut the broken wood into several sections. The whole process was cut across the board and the posture was relaxed, as if he was not cutting wood, but a piece of tofu.

Yu Yu’s eyes were slightly wide, and I didn’t expect that the Yin Yan’s strength, which looks like a sick and weak son, was so big, and it was so easy to cut wood.

In contrast, the effort to chop the firewood a few days ago seems to be a fool.

Cut the broken wood into the appropriate length, Yin Yan observed the planing knife and began to plan the wood.

The bark and sawdust flew together, and the broken wood slowly changed its appearance. It seemed to be just a blink of an eye. A new wooden wedge appeared in Yin Yan’s hands.

Yu Yu almost wants to applaud him.

Put the new wooden wedges in place, Yin Yan put down the tool and lift the door panel again, fix the door panel on the door frame, and look at the side of the door: "Hold the handle."

"Ah? Oh."

Yu Yu promptly retracted the hand ready to close the applause, turned off the toolbox and stepped over, and reached out to the door.

When I was squatting, I didn’t think it was close to standing and comparing, only to find that Yin Yan was really high. And from the bottom up, Yin Yan's five senses are still good to see can not be picky.

How can there be such a good-looking person in this world? It is clear that the five senses are no better than other people who look good, but it is good-looking. When you raise your hand and bow your head, just do something to make people look at it.

this is not right.

Yu Yu faintly felt that he was a little bit wrong. The various reactions were like evil. But when he was close to the other party, the warmth of the other person’s faintness made him unable to concentrate on thinking about what was wrong.

"Help here."

The back of the hand suddenly warmed up, and the white palm that he had just stared at for a long time covered it, gently grasped his hand, moved his hand to the upper part of the door frame, fixed it tightly, and then naturally moved incomparably opened.

The other hand's hand is very pale, very slender, very nice, and it seems that it should have a cool temperature, but after actually touching it, it is found that the other hand's hand is very warm, so that he almost couldn't control the past.

After Yin Yan wraps around the door panel, he uses nails to fix the loose door panel joint.

Yu Yu looked at the door panel with familiar old lines in front of him, and the line of sight swept the traces of yellow paper on the top, and suddenly took a step back.

The warmth of the breath was far away, and just a breeze of the north wind blew the atmosphere around the inexplicable atmosphere.

His slightly blank eyes gradually became clear, and the smothered brain began to rotate normally. The thoughts that had been broken by the sudden rise of coldness were re-attached, and everything in front of them was inexplicable and funny.

The strange guest who suddenly came to the door, the inexplicable hug, and now the self-cultivation of the door, everything is very different, and it is also a matter of reason.

... terrible reason should be felt.

He tightened his lips, tightened the hand holding the door panel, tried to suppress the fear of trepidation in his heart, took a shallow breath, and asked: "You...who are you?"

Is a person a ghost? Or what can confuse people and disturb the will of the people?

The knocking sound stopped, and the pale hand extended out from the door panel again, and then staggered his hand in the sight of Yu’s enemies and landed on the lower part of the door panel, gently lifting the door up.

"Crooked."

After a few knocks, Yin Yan took the hammer and turned it out from the door panel. He raised his hand and gently swept off the sawdust from the sweater. He replied: "I am Yin Yan. You saved from the red sports car more than half a month ago. The person who came down this time, specifically to find it, is to thank."

About half a month ago? Sports car?

The memory suddenly returned, and the picture that I saw that night came to my eyes, and gradually lost my body of temperature, full of blood... and suddenly moving my fingers.

Yu Yu’s face became pale and he did not hesitate to loosen the hand holding the door panel. He looked at Yin Yan’s white and almost transparent in the sun, and there was no **** face. The heart tightened into a ball, and carefully took a step back. Then he turned and strode toward the view and forced the door to close.

Hey.

Also lost the lock.

"There is no life Buddha, the ancestors are blessed, the spirits are spirited, and the ghosts are retreating."

He held his hands in front of his face and leaned against the doorway to read some words from grandfather and TV dramas. The fear and tension were infinitely magnified, and he almost cried.

The eccentricity of the peach blossom branch has not yet been understood, and now there is a guy who is suspected of being a scam, what should I do? What should he do?

"Grandpa, save me."

He looked at the portrait of the church, thought of something, busy loosening his hand to the pocket, trying to take out the peace bead, but touched the air, stunned for a few seconds, rushed to the front, found the incense candle lit, and began to worship the portrait And for the grandfather statue on the table.

Hey.

"Yu Yu, open the door."

The cool sound came from the door panel, and the influence of appearance on face-to-face was lost. This voice suddenly became familiar.

[Don't cry. 】

【wait for me. 】

[Stop. 】

[Don't go any further. 】

I thought that the memory that had been forgotten came together. Yu Yu trembled on the mat under the church. The courage was not completely scared. The mind was knotted, and the mouth began to confuse socialist values.

"Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice... no ghosts, there are no ghosts in this world, they are deceiving, and they are fake."

He was deceiving himself, and the faint smoke rising from the incense candle and the ancestral **** statue on the church looked in the line of sight. Suddenly, he saw that the big statue suddenly changed from a young age, and his body was faintly covered with a golden light. , scared to whisper, throw away the incense sticks and climbed up and ran towards the backyard.

Yin Yan stopped the knocking hand, sighed low and suddenly reached out and pushed the door straight, as if the lock above did not exist.

"It's still so timid."

"Brother! What happened, how did he run?"

Yin Le rushed over and was full of fog.

Obviously, the last two people were still working together in a harmonious atmosphere. How did the next big man fall and they ran back to the house and didn’t even call one.

"He was scared." Yin Yan stretched his arm and stopped Yin Le, who wanted to cross the stepping house. He looked at the courtyard door, which was only half-finished, and whispered, "Someone is coming."

"what?"

Yin Le stopped and followed the side of the courtyard.

The village director Lao Huang heard from the children in the village who went to the mountain to catch the hare. It seems that some people are walking around the old Taoist temple. I wonder if it is Yu Yu’s return from the provincial capital to the New Year. I am afraid that people will miss it and will be able to clear a subsidy. Going toward the Taoist Temple.

When he walked to the front of the Taoist temple, he saw the door open, and he was happy. He also saw a black car parked outside the door. He looked confused and looked back at the car and stepped over the door.

How come there is a car, Yu Yu that kid bought a car?

"Yu Yu Xiaozi, the village has given you some subsidies for the New Year, you are alone -"

The countryside didn't pay much attention to it. When he entered the door, he shouted. When he turned back, he saw a well-dressed, 30-year-old man with gold-rimmed glasses standing in a place not far from the courtyard door. He was shocked and retreated. One step asks: "Who are you?"

After I found out that I found two younger men at the door of the house, they all wore the appearance of being full of extravagance. At first glance, they came from people in big cities. They were unconscious and somewhat cautious. They remembered the car at the door and lowered their voice. Said: "You are all the guests of Yu Xiaozi, I am the director of his village, come over and give him something, others?"

While talking about a few people without a trace, I suddenly regretted coming to this.

Friends who are so extravagant, Yu Yu is sure to mix well in the provincial capital, and it will be rare that he sent this oily rice crispy fruit, but Yu Xiao is also a sloppy child. How can they let them stand when the guests come? In the yard, it is not suitable for sitting in the house.

Yin Le and Weng Xiping did not speak, and all looked at Yin Yan.

Yin Yan’s line of sight turned around in the old yellow and good and reliable face, and looked sideways at the back door of the lobby and the backyard scene that was half exposed. The heart suddenly became more intimate, stepping forward. The old yellow is going.

......

"Hey! It turned out to be a thank you, you are welcome. You are a little bit timid. You blame his grandfather for the old man. Nothing always loves to tell some strange stories. You are waiting, I am here. Go and shout him out."

After listening to Yin Yan’s explanation, the sternness and politeness of Lao Huang’s face disappeared. He warmly greeted the three people sitting down at the side table on the side of the lobby and turned to walk towards the back yard.

"I didn't expect people who lived in the Taoist temple to be afraid of ghosts." Yin Le whispered, and felt very incredible: "And big brother, where is this like a ghost, obviously so handsome..."

Yin Yan removed the peach porridge from the table and looked away from him. He looked up at him and explained: "I was comatose in the car accident that night, and my body was full of blood. It would be normal for me to misunderstand."

Yin Le opened his mouth and snorted. I didn't expect him to seriously explain his own swearing. He still had a lot of maintenance on Yu Yu, and couldn't help but step on Weng Xiping.

Weng Xiping was sore and straight, and he looked at him inexplicably.

Yin Le crazy eyes.

Weng Xiping is full of fog.

Really a pig teammate!

Yin Le Moya, had to set up a ladder for himself, pretending to ask casually along the subject: "After this formal meeting, what did Big Brother think of this metaphor? Still... Chinese?"

Yin Yan looked at him quietly and did not speak.

"...cough, I just want to confirm it again, nothing else."

Yin Le never admits that he wants to gossip, guilty to avoid the line of sight, and coughs a low cough, and continues to say: "Since I like it, that brother, I am not going to pour cold water, just from the reaction of the just figurative, you The hope of catching up with people is a bit... and we are going back to B. What are you going to do next? After the end of the year, come over and continue to chase people?"

Yin Yan still didn't talk. Suddenly stood up and reached for the peach porridge that had cooled off the table. He turned and walked toward the Taoist backyard.

"???"

Yin Le stunned and said, "Why are you going, brother?"

"Sit well." Yin Yantou did not return to the instructions.

The **** that Yin Le just lifted immediately fell back, and sat down in a good manner. After two seconds, he rushed to react to what he had done. He couldn’t believe that he was so embarrassed, but he didn’t have the courage to catch up.

In the backyard, Yu Yu, who was scared to be stiff, was smashed out of the room by Lao Huang. After repeatedly confirming that he was standing in front of the real old yellow, he loosened the mahogany sword in his hand and pulled an ugly smile. Back: "Yellow, Huang Shu, no need, I am not lacking in food and drink, you, you will give those subsidies to the elderly in the village."

"What is your child so polite, subsidies, and not missing you. And this mahogany sword is not your grandfather's pressure box baby, how do you give it out."

Lao Huang held his arm intimately, and while he was walking towards the front room, he said happily: "Look at you this little, you saved people is a good thing, afraid of anything, let's not say that people are still alive. Even if people are really dead, if you are a person who saved him, people will become ghosts and will not harm you. Come on, go to the front room and talk to the guests, and entertain others."

Yu Yu heard the madness shaking his head, reaching out to hug the colonnade outside the house, the upper teeth hit the teeth, the coldness and the fear entangled together, so that he couldn’t even tell the complete words, and the hand holding the mahogany sword tightened the joints. White, silent expression of his resistance.