Old Man Yun's meticulous and focused look naturally attracted the attention of my parents, and they were also staring at the small box at the same time.

The powder in the box has been dyed red by the rooster blood. As the rooster blood slowly soaked, a roar suddenly came out of the box!

The sound came suddenly, but it had an indescribable power. My parents naturally couldn't tell any aura. They just felt that the sound was too scary, many times more scary than the roaring sound of a tiger that I had heard in the zoo.

So, with the roar of this voice, my mother almost fell down, and then my father helped her to hold her back.

My father's face was also a little pale, but inexplicably I was originally drowsy. When I heard this sound, I suddenly sat up, my eyes suddenly opened, and I stared at the box. The eyes were cold and vicissitudes, as if I had experienced thousands of disasters, and the vicissitudes of dust had settled.

The vicissitudes in this gaze were filled with a hint of sadness, and they were definitely not the gaze that a child should have. In my parents' eyes, I suddenly woke up, but I was unfamiliar with my son, so I was inevitably shocked.

But after all, it is blood that connects hearts, and women are particularly soft-hearted. Seeing my gaze like this, my mother just felt inexplicably sad. She felt like I had endured a lot of hardships, and she actually covered her mouth and wanted to cry inexplicably.

"Master Yun, is my son awake now?" My father was very happy to see me sitting up. Although he was startled by the beast roar before and felt that I was so strange, waking up is always better than being unconscious when he falls asleep.

My father was just worried that if I had such a strange look, would I recognize them when I woke up? Or I would become another person.

But Old Man Yun did not answer my father's question as soon as possible. He just quickly took out a ceramic bottle from the yellow cloth bag when the roar sounded. After unscrewing the bottle cap, he sprinkled the clean water in the bottle very evenly on the powder.

These clear waters are all collected from the mountain. After the precipitation, the rainwater is rootless, and it does not occupy the earth. It is the cleanest, but it also means that it does not occupy cause and effect.

As the clear water poured in, the sound of the beast roar had calmed down, but the strange box had some slight red light inexplicably. The light was very weak, and my parents noticed it. It seemed that in the faint red light, some patterns appeared in the box, and those patterns were outlined into various strange things, like animals and plants. In short, my parents couldn't recognize any of them.

After pouring in the water, Old Man Yun took out a brush from the yellow cloth bag and began to finely blend the powder in the box. Soon the powder in the box was blended into a small box of golden red liquid.

At this time, Old Man Yun put down his brush and began to pinch the box of golden and red liquid. All kinds of strange gestures were completely unavailable for my parents.

At the same time, the young man who had run out before also returned home, carrying bamboo strips, white paper, and a rolled-up piece of stuff. I don’t know what it was?

He didn't bother Old Man Yun when he came in, but just stood quietly by the side, just looking at the box and the golden red liquid, a look of shock appeared in his eyes. After a while, Old Man Yun finished the gesture that seemed strange to my parents, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead.

The moment he closed his power, my mother felt like she was a very powerful beast. Perhaps the beast was roaring just now and was locked in the golden and red liquid.

"You couple are a bit smart." At this time, Old Man Yun looked a little tired, picked up the tea prepared by my father for him and took a sip of it, and said calmly.

"Master Yun, why do you say that?" My dad couldn't help asking. For some reason, the straight sitting up with a strange look on me, my parents were still afraid to get close to me.

And I was also surprised that after Old Man Yun finished those strange hand techniques, he lay down straight and fell into a mess again, as if nothing had happened just now.

My mother looked at me worriedly, but Old Man Yun didn't care. She just explained: "From the expressions you two just now, you must have seen something and heard something. If the person who was completely blocked in Huigener would not feel anything."

While speaking, his hand gently stroked the strange box a few times and said, "Ye Han didn't wake up just now, but I said before that this box had a deep connection with him. The few hands I used to "treat" the rooster just now also had a great relationship with Ye Han. It was normal for him to wake up."

My parents couldn't understand it either, but the old man Yun showed that they had completely convinced them, and to a certain extent, they simply subverted their views. They couldn't say anything, just nodded constantly.

A murmur appeared in my heart, how old my son, who is obviously a son, has a connection with this person, and who is his fate?

At this time, the young man who had never dared to disturb him had finally dared to speak. He wiped his sweat and said to Old Man Yun: "Master, you have bought what you want, but Master, you have such Fu Mo with this. Junior brother, no, can Ye Han bear it?"

Old Man Yun took what Ye Han had in his hand and said, "You don't know much about him. If you don't use this, you can't suppress his own power at all, but it's only for the time being. Not to mention using these, I'm afraid that no matter how powerful it is, it may not be able to suppress it when it reaches a certain time."

"What should I do?" The boy's face showed a worried look.

A trace of kindness appeared in the eyes of Old Man Yun, and he gently touched the boy's head and said, "From the long-term plan."

The master and apprentice just talked, but my parents were confused and their hearts were also up and down. They just didn't understand at all and couldn't ask questions.

The things the boy bought were very simple. Old Man Yun silently counted them, and finally his eyes fell on the rolled paper, and his expression changed suddenly. He turned around and asked the boy excitedly: "Did you buy the wrong one? Is it her?"

The boy seemed a little helpless, and looked at my parents with a little guilty look, nodding and said with a little annoyance: "Speaking of this, Master, I bought it right."

The old man Yun looked happy, with an extremely satisfied smile on his lips. He was about to unfold the roll of things, but the boy hurriedly held them down and said anxiously and helplessly: "Master, it's important to do the important thing first."

Old Man Yun looked at the boy with some resentment, and actually put the roll of things carefully in front of my parents. He seemed to be used to it, but he didn't know that the white Yeliang shirt was stuffed into such a thing, and it bulged out into a cylindrical shape, which was very strange.

But Old Man Yun didn't care. He took the bamboo strips, pulled a small stool, asked my mother for glue, scissors, thin threads and other items, and then started to get busy.

But the young man took out a square box from his yellow cloth bag, which contained various colored inks. He began to finely adjust the ink.

For a moment, the room became quiet again, and my parents didn't understand what they were doing. They just went to wash some fruits and vegetables to entertain the two masters and apprentices. During this process, my father couldn't help but ask my mother curiously: "What is Master Yun's treasure? Why do I look like a pictorial?"

My mother was washing the apples and was also strange. But she inexplicably remembered the first encounter. He asked herself if there was any painting by Li Lingyu on the market. Could it be that? My mother felt very strange in her heart. Master Yun is a master, how could it be like this? But just now, my mother shivered with the smile.

"I think it should be a portrait of Chairman Mao, or it's the top ten marshals. I got a few pictures when I was a child, but I'm so pretty." My father was still talking to himself, and naturally thought of himself.

My mother was scrubbing the apple hard, and she couldn't say what Li Lingyu might say, for fear of hitting my father. The master turned out to be like this and she was also muttering in her heart, if her son went up the mountain every year, would he become like this?

With that smile, then stuffed a woman's pictorial into her arms?! My mother shivered again. She couldn't bear to use the word "despicable" to describe the smile of Old Man Yun.

After washing the fruit, my parents entered the house, but they saw that both the master and the apprentice were extremely serious.

Old Man Yun's hands were very clever, but these skills were used to weave a human-shaped frame with bamboo strips. The young man, who was well-behaved, was helping Old Man Yun to put the cut white paper on the frame one by one.

The folk funerals were also made into papers. My parents immediately understood what Old Man Yun was going to do? But this exquisite craftsmanship was not comparable to those of the folk.

Soon the prototype of the paper man came out, as tall as me, standing there, and his figure was like me, which was so skillful.

At this time, the young man picked up the colored ink and began to draw on the paper man. The extremely exquisite strokes outlined the paper man's eyebrows and eyes in just a few strokes, which was actually eighty-score to me.

My father was moved by the young painter and was surprised. On the other side, Old Man Yun had already chosen a pen, walked to me with the box, and suddenly lifted my clothes.

"The most difficult hurdle has passed, and the next formation is not worth it. Just wait for something to happen later, don't speak up." Old Man Yun just ordered like this.
Chapter completed!