Squeak... The door of the yurt was pushed open, and the room was pitch black. A figure walked out from the inside. The sunlight outside was a little dazzling. He covered his big hands with his narrow eyes and looked at the young Han man standing not far away.

Baolid was about seventy years old. He was wearing a fur coat, a headscarf dyed red with chicken blood on his head, and four strings of copper bells hung around his waist. As soon as he walked, the copper bells would ring.

"The grass is green, the sky is blue, and the earth is everywhere. I will never die. The god of the Eastern Soul sacrifices to Wu Xie, and the ghosts are transferred to all directions!" Baolide stared at Wushuang's chest with a flash of light. While looking, he seemed to tell the incision of the world that no one knew about poetry.

"Haven has changed?" he asked in Wushuang's eyes.

"The wind is blowing, the east wind, the east wind breaks the evil spirits!" Wushuang took two more steps forward.

Polid was trembling all over, and hot tears burst out from his muddy old eyes.

"Finally... finally here, thirty years! Thirty years have passed, I, Baolid, have been waiting for you for thirty years! Today I finally hope for you! Master Kui is blessed!" Baolid was very excited and even knelt down on one knee and held his fists and gave him a heavy gift.

Wushuang walked up to hold his big hand and tried to ask, "Hai Rigu?"

"Yes, I'm Hai Rigu!" He raised his head and looked at the young Han man in front of him. The child looked very similar to him, just like he was carved from a mold. That's right, it's him!

"Oh! Master Ying gets up quickly! I've found you! Where have you been there for so many years? My grandfather has been looking for you for decades, why don't you go back?" Wushuang cried and laughed excitedly, helped Baolide and hugged him.

You may have asked, "Baolide and Hairigu are both so chaotic, why is this mess? It's not messy, not messy at all."

This witch doctor was a subordinate of the thief half a century ago. Like Gao Cuihua, he belonged to the Shentuo Sect, and he was the orthodox descendant of the Shentuo Sect. He was a generation younger than Wu Gongyao's three disciples. After Changshengshan broke up, he was assigned by Mo Xiaoqi to protect his son Dong. He originally followed Mr. Dong back to Changchun, but during the Cultural Revolution, the Shentuo Sect was a typical feudal superstition. If he caught it, he had to be pulled out to criticize and fight. People like him would definitely fight to death.

So at that time, Mr. Dong gave him some money to hide first. Unexpectedly, this hiding took more than 30 years. Mr. Dong sent many people to find him, and most of the country had been searched, but he seemed to have evaporated from the world. Unexpectedly, he changed his name and moved to Outer Mongolia.

Especially last year, Mr. Dong was critically ill last year and knew that he had no future, but his grandson had no masters to protect him, and he was afraid that people in the world would seek revenge. But he did not see this good brother of the past until he closed his eyes.

Hairigu is in Mongolian, and it is translated as Eagle. At the beginning of the Dong family, Hairigu's status was even higher than that of Ma Erye. If the life-threatening technique has always been a taboo in the sect, then there is only one kind of person who can use it freely, that is, the descendant of the Shendiao Sect. We have mentioned this Shendiao Sect before that Shendiao Sect is a shaman wizard among the Mongolians and Manchus. All things in the world believed in shamanism have spirits, especially those who believe in blessings and cause and effect. Those who stole their lives were all debts that they owed their sins in their previous life, so they would not be punished by God against the will of heaven.

"Child, what's your name? Is Mr. Dong still alive? Are you looking for me with something important?" Hai Rigu asked Wushuang.

"My name is Wushuang. Mr. Dong is my grandfather. He left last year."

"Hey!" Hai Rigu sighed heavily. He treated Mr. Dong like a brother back then, and never let him suffer any grievances. How could he not be sad now that his old friend has left?

He walked to the door and spoke a string of Mongolian words, then waved to all the herdsmen in line and signaled that everyone should leave, don't wait any longer.

The herdsmen looked at Hai Rigu in surprise, not understanding what it means. But everyone also knows the strange character of this witch doctor. He said he would not show it to you until next year. Even if you die at his doorstep, he would not pity you.

"Last night I dreamed of Mr. Dong. He held my hand and said he must ask me to help you. I didn't expect it to be a dream! So today I didn't see any guests. My eyelids were twitching violently, so I knew something big would definitely happen. Master Kui came in and said, "You are all your family members." He let Wushuang and Yunqiang into the yurt and gave them a pot of horse milk wine.

"I guess this is Yun Qiang, the grassland falcon?" Although the old man was a few years old, his eyesight was still amazing and he recognized Yun Qiang's identity at a glance.

"Hehe... I dare not take it, I dare not take it." Yun Qiang scratched his head embarrassedly.

"How can the unknown rats protect the Kuizhu in person?"

"I just met that old couple in the hospital. Why did you use that method to save her? If I hadn't been to her, she would have been killed by that little ghost within three days!" Wushuang asked him directly.

"You are as kind as Master Dong. Why don't I know? But Master Kui, that little ghost had owed her three days of life in his previous life! Didn't I do this just to make them not owe each other? Do you want to help her? Did you help? He will exchange for as much as he owes, and it will be cleared after paying it back. One more part is indispensable and no more." The descendants of the Shentuo Sect have this ability. They can communicate with gods and ghosts by jumping the gods and ghosts, playing the role of a medium. For the face, he must have asked the gods and ghosts and learned about their grievances in their previous lives.

"Okay, then I'm so meddling in other people's business. Master Ying, I don't have time to chat with you here. Do you know why I came here?"

"Haha... I came here to save people, and you are no exception. Who is that person? Is it worth running errands for him?"

"It's Ma Sihai's granddaughter. She was injured to save me, and now she is lying in the hospital and is unconscious. I have invited her authority, but..." Wushuang choked up and could no longer say anything.

"Oh? The granddaughter of the second uncle? Oh, how can I not save it?" Ma Sihai is highly respected in the pirate sect and is Wu Gongyao's close disciple. His status in the pirate sect is second only to Mr. Dong, and he has always been the person most admired by Hairigu.

He had no time to make polite conspiracy with the young master, so he quickly changed into clothes and carried his luggage and ran to the hospital with Wushuang. When he passed by the old tree at the entrance of the town, all the old men were shocked. Baolide had never seen him walk out of his pasture for half a step. Who could ask for his big carriage?
Chapter completed!