"What do you want a prostitute? You should want a duck if you really need it?" Chu Xuan put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand and said seriously.

Chu Lianhan shook his head and said, "Ducks cannot do it. If you lack yang energy, you must have a chicken."

This is wrong. Where does the prostitute get the yang energy? Chu Lianhan's words made Chu Xuan confused and said, "I wonder if only ducks have masculinity?"

"How can your ducks crow?" Chu Lianhan said with a strange look on his head. This is basic common sense, even ordinary people know that chickens crow with enough yang energy every day.

"Ah? Crowing? Ao, yes!! You said that right! The chicken yang energy is sufficient!"

Sweat...The chat between the two of them was not on the same channel just now. Thanks to Chu Xuan's quick and quick topic to stop the embarrassment.

"I always feel something is wrong." Chu Lianhan muttered, thinking about something wrong.

Oh no, Chu Xuan felt a little crisis when he saw this. Chu Lianhan was not the kind of ignorant girl. As long as she thought about it, she would know what Chu Xuan was saying just now. What she had to do at this time was to change the topic.

"What do you want chicken? If you want to eat it, there will be one in the cafeteria."

After asking this, Chu Lianhan's thinking was indeed brought over by Chu Xuan. She replied seriously: "The main thing is that it requires chicken blood, because the way the soul exists in the world is strange. Some are condensed into shape like Yi Ling but have limited space for movement, and some are temporarily sealed like Xiaojia and are in a state of chaos. Most of them are hidden and invisible. The general level of spiritual eyes that are hidden and invisible cannot be seen, and some means must be required."

"What does this have to do with chicken blood?"

Chu Lianhan blinked and said, "Everything in this world has spirits. Among them, dogs, cats, and chickens are extremely sensitive to ghosts. Many people don't understand that there is no one around or animals. Their own dogs are crazy about biting in one direction. That's because dogs can see ghosts. Cats can also see ghosts, but they will judge the enemies in front of them. If they can beat them, they will beat them, but they will run away. The rooster's body has the heaviest yang energy, and the corresponding most disgusting ghosts. As long as there are ghosts, the rooster will never stay. Tonight we will use chicken blood to find out where Li Ming's soul is."

Chu Xuan nodded with no idea. When he was a child, he vaguely heard the old people say this, but he just didn't take it seriously. Since chicken blood is useful, it's time to go to the vegetable market to get a portion of chicken blood.

After quickly sorting out the plates, the two of them headed straight to the vegetable market. The goddess in the canteen left, and a group of big men stayed here. It was boring. It was like birds and beasts scattered, and in just a few dozen seconds the canteen returned to its usual tranquility.

Chu Xuan and the others took a taxi at the school gate to the vegetable market. Someone in the two black business cars at the school gate happened to see this scene. He said, "Huh? Isn't this kid the target today? Brother Zhao Feng didn't find him?"

The other person picked up his cell phone and said, "I'll call Brother Zhao Feng and talk."

"Sorry, the phone number you called has been turned off.sorry..."

"It's shut down." The man said with the phone.

Just as he was talking, a man wearing a large sheet and a motorcycle helmet was trembling and slapping the door of the business car. This person was Zhao Feng. When he woke up in the underground garage, he found that his image was a bit miserable. In order not to cause riots, he stole a sheet wrapped around his body to cover the damaged clothes, and stole a helmet to cover the pig's head's face.

The person in the car saw it and said in surprise: "Who is this? Are you sick? You dress like this in June? Hey, you are still trembling."

"Mixed...mixed...mixed, like...mixed...dry...dry Feng." Zhao Feng even spoke with a big tongue because his lips and tongue were swollen.

"What did he say? Is he scolding us?" The person next to the car door turned his head and said to his companion after hearing it for a long time.

"It seems that it's like we're talking about being a bastard. It's probably not a good thing if you don't hear it clearly." Someone said.

The man who was close to the door was unhappy on the spot, rolled up his sleeves and opened the door with a bang: "Little girl! You, a strange man in strange clothes, dare to scold us? Look at me, I won't cut you to death!"

He kicked Zhao Feng to the ground with one kick, and then punched and kicked. Zhao Feng was already stinging all over his body and was weak, so he had no power to fight back. He had to hold his head and wail and kept saying: "May 4th Philosophical Division (I am Zhao Feng)May 4th Philosophical Division!May 4th Philosophical Division!"

Unfortunately, it became filthy words when it fell into his younger brother's ears. The rest of Zhao Feng's younger brothers also itched when they saw his companions beat him so well, and then they joined the beating industry one after another.

Passersby looked at Zhao Feng, who was wrapped in a quilt on the ground wearing a helmet and kept saying dirty words in his mouth. Did he think that he was the kind of live broadcasting and was caught and beaten up by others? During this period, aren’t there many deceased people on the Internet who ran into Internet cafes to get traffic and attract attention?

A group of passers-by cheered on the side, and they would not feel sympathetic about such people who want to become an internet celebrity and want to be crazy.

Zhao Feng kept twitching, and when he heard the passers-by around him applauding and cheering, he fainted in his heart.

"Wait! Stop hitting, this kid is dizzy!" said one of Zhao Feng's younger brothers. Everyone observed and said to the passers-by watching the fun around him: "Dear neighbors, we hate this kind of person who is trying to commit suicide, but they are also humans! So our brother decided to send him to the hospital for healing."

"Okay!!! Like it!"

"Support you!!! So handsome!!!"

Zhao Feng's younger brother straightened his back with everyone's praise, tidied up his messy clothes, and carried Zhao Feng, who was unconscious on the ground into the car as everyone cheered and cheered.

The commercial vehicle roared and the engine slowly drove towards the city hospital.

"Would we open this kid's helmet and see what it looks like?" someone suggested.

"Yes" the rest of the people raised their hands to agree after hearing this.

The younger brother who was close to Zhao Feng took off his helmet, and the pig head inside scared the person in the car.

"Huh~ Are we so heavy? We can't see human nature."

"It's so miserable. You see, your eyes and mouth are swollen and watery, but you can still tell the shape of your eyebrows and hairstyle."

"Oh? Why do I look familiar? Fuck, Brother Zhao Feng!!!"

This sentence scared everyone in the car. It was a death toll. Everyone widened their eyes and carefully identified the highly mosaic face. In the end, after countless identifications, they unanimously agreed that this was their boss Zhao Feng.

Now that I was finished, I beat my boss, and I was still so bad. The first guy who took action was almost fainted, and the cold sweat was almost flowing into a waterfall. The rest of the people were not very beautiful. They all took action, and they did it before Zhao Feng fainted. If Zhao Feng woke up, they would have to peel off a layer of skin even if they didn't die.

The more people are, the more likely they come up with strange ideas in times of crisis. Just when everyone was at a loss, one of the younger brothers said slowly: "Everyone, I once read a book that people's memories are usually stored in the hippocampus area, that is, the back of the head. I was thinking that Brother Zhao Feng has been beaten by us, so it's better..."

"You mean to use another stick on the back of your head to make him forget us?" someone continued.

The younger brother nodded and said, "Well, I think we're going to be beaten up, so we'll be fine. If we're lucky, Brother Zhao Feng was hit hard and forgot about us. If we don't have luck, we won't change anything. Do you want to bet?"

Apparently, the members in the car were told, and after a unanimous vote, they were finally executed by the first brother who took action near the door.

When the business car turned around and came to the suburbs, Zhao Feng was out of the stage. The younger brother who was close to the door showed up with a golf club in his hand. The younger brother drew a few strokes on the back of Zhao Feng's head and was reluctant to take action. Everyone advised him not to feel burdened, just to think that it was playing golf. The younger brother slowly closed his eyes under the encouragement of his companion and entered the realm of unity between man and nature, and the golf club was swung round.

A 'bang' hit the target and a hole was in the hole with a bang! Beautiful!!!

"****, you really treat Brother Zhao as a golf ball! So powerful!!! Look at if Brother Zhao is dead."

My younger brother was disturbed by his companion's exclamation from the realm of unity between man and nature. After coming back to his senses, he remembered that it was not a golf ball on the ground.

Everyone surrounded Brother Zhao, and blood flowed out of Zhao Feng's mouth and nose again, fortunately, his breathing was still there. Everyone felt infinite respect in their hearts. It was true that Brother Zhao was still alive due to such serious injuries. In addition, a group of people rushed to carry Zhao Feng into the car and roared towards the hospital.

....

On the other hand, Chu Xuan himself could not have imagined that the harm he caused to Zhao Feng was not as good as his younger brother's club. He was bargaining with the boss of the chicken. The boss of the vegetable market heard that Chu Xuan had to ask for a bowl of chicken blood alone to open his mouth and offered a high price of ten yuan.

"Boss, ten yuan is too expensive. I just want a bowl of chicken blood. It's cheaper." Chu Xuan said, standing at the door of the store, begging.

"Young man, although you only need a bowl of chicken blood, I have to slaughter a live chicken. Do you know if this is very troublesome?" The boss leaned on the bamboo chair and smoked the cigarette in his hand very happily.

Chu Xuan continued to slander and said, "Boss, you will be going to kill this chicken sooner or later, just a little earlier. Will you lose money?"

"Young man, you can't say that. What if no one comes to buy it today? This chicken will not be new, and no one will buy it. Ten yuan! No one is enough to lose one." The price of the boss biting it was very solid.

When Chu Xuan wanted to say something, Chu Lianhan, who was waiting in the distance, couldn't stand it anymore. She walked into the store and smiled sweetly in a signboard style and said, "Boss, just give us some cheaper."

The boss lying on the bamboo chair heard a sweet voice and saw a graceful fairy standing at the door. His original ignorance immediately changed into a passionate face.

"Okay, okay! This beauty, how much chicken blood is needed! I don't charge for money. Wait for a moment." The boss selected a big and beautiful big rooster from the chicken cage with a smile.

He picked up the knife and drew a thread on the chicken's neck, and flowed the chicken's blood into a large bowl.

"Beauty? Is it enough?" the boss asked enthusiastically, with a kind of slaughtering another rooster without hesitation as long as Chu Lianhan said something.

The rooster in the chicken coop looked at Chu Lianhan with trembling eyes, not even daring to make a sound.

"Enough! Enough! Thank you boss! Boss, you are such a good person!" Chu Lianhan praised the boss with a smile.

The boss laughed loudly after hearing this, and was so happy that he put the chicken he had just slaughtered into hot water and plucked the hair in one go. He handed the clean big rooster to Chu Lianhan and said, "Beauty, this is for you! I hope you will visit my shop next time."

"Thank you, boss! I will definitely come again! The boss wishes you a prosperous business." Chu Lianhan took the blood of the chicken and the rooster, gave the boss a blessing and greeted Chu Xuan, who was stupid, and left.

After walking far away, you can still vaguely hear the laughter of the owner of the live chicken shop.

"This...what is this? Seduction?" Before Chu Xuan could come out of his shock, the difference between the boss was too big. He even gave them the bowl of chicken blood.

Chu Lianhan smiled and said, "This is called charm!"
Chapter completed!