As Xu Baihu came with them, they looked at each other and secretly made a color. They each secretly wrote down a note for Xu Baihu in their hearts.

Standing outside Guanfan Temple, I heard the noise around the crowd watching the excitement, a teenage beggar emerged from the crowd and headed straight to an inconspicuous house in the north of the city.

On the way, I passed a fortune teller and stood aside and chatted with the fortune teller for a few words. The fortune teller wrote a comment to him. The little beggar put the comments into his arms and said thanking him. After running to the edge of the deserted house, he looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, he took out a neat stack of comments from his arms, wrapped a small stone he picked up and threw it into the yard, and whistled.

A sickly cough sounded in the deserted house, and the little beggar ran away quickly.

The old man in the house bent his waist and closed his eyes and listened to the movements around him for a while. Perhaps there was no one. Then he quickly picked up the ball of paper and threw the stone out of the wall. The approval document was sent to the inner house.

After reading the contents of the note, the people in the inner house nodded, quickly rushed out a letter from home that seemed ordinary, and ordered the carriage and the coachman in patched clothes to quickly rush to Nancheng.

The coachman nodded, took the letter from home, waved a whip, and then slowly left the back door. Before leaving, hello to the old man who was guarding the door.

Old Zhou turned around and closed the door, but he saw something vaguely passing by and over the wall from the corner of his eyes.

He quickly rubbed his old eyes, looked at the house opposite with a little confusion, muttered a few words, maybe the black cat from the house ran out again, closed the door, and turned back to the servant's room.

When passing by the locust tree as thick as two people, I don’t know which string was wrong. Old Zhou looked at the crown of the tree by chance. It didn’t matter if this look was done.

A wolf with green eyes over one person was squatting on the tree branch, staring at him motionlessly. Drinking between his bared teeth was dripping.

The old man was shocked. Before he could shout, the giant wolf on the tree suddenly jumped up and pressed him under him.

The bloody mouth opened and closed, and a muffled sound of watermelon exploded. Look, the headless corpse on the ground was still twitching with blood.

The giant wolf turned around, sniffed the smell in the air, and quietly touched the front yard along the shadows in the corner of the wall.

The middle door quietly opened a crack. Before the alert old man turned around, the giant wolf pressed him under him again, opened his mouth and bit his head.

The man who had just drafted a letter from the house and sent him out heard the movement outside the house and came out to investigate. As soon as he went out, he felt someone put his hands on his shoulder. When he frowned and turned around and scolded him, the same bloody mouth was greeted by him.

With just a click, the last living person in the house also went to the underworld.

The giant wolf sniffed left and right again and went straight into the house. Then the wolf rushed up to the wall with a big seal in his hand.
Chapter completed!