The ice-cold water was poured down in a basin, as if it had been taken from an ice cellar. It was as cold as ice knives piercing the seams between bones. Xu Tong couldn't help but shiver from the cold.

Before he could open his eyes, he heard Mr. Song's scolding: "Boy, did you go to the death pit last night, or did you go to Mang Mountain to sing for others? You smell like death, get up!"

Xu Tong originally wanted to defend himself, but in the end, Mr. Song pulled him into the yard and asked him to stand in the sun. With a swipe of his finger, he saw three yellow incense sticks pinched by Mr. Song.

Mr. Song muttered a few times, and then asked Xu Tong to hold a piece of yellow incense between his fingers, and the third piece of yellow incense was inserted into the soil at his feet.

At the same time, he took out the sesame oil and put a layer of sesame oil on his forehead and under his nostrils.

At first he thought Mr. Song was making too much of a fuss, but he just smelled of death, so it shouldn't be anything serious.

However, when he saw his own shadow in the mist, his eyes widened, and the careless expression on his face turned serious.

I saw only his shadow on the ground, standing crookedly in front of me, with a faint black mist surrounding my shadow, and under the green smoke filled with yellow fragrance.

A sly hand actually came out of his own shadow, followed by a head, feet, and a human torso. Once it came out, it looked like a child, looking at the misty green smoke.

, immediately opened his mouth and started to swallow it in big mouthfuls.

Mr. Song scolded Xu Tong for being lazy with a displeased face. At the same time, he had a small boat in his hand and looked at him displeased and said: "Huh, brat, just come back. Why did you bring a kid back with you?"

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Chapter completed!