The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

"Don't scare yourself." Fan Da patted Zheng Quzhi on the shoulder, and comforted: "Just in case, don't worry."

"Oh oh." Zheng Quzhi nodded, holding the paper charms in his hand, and then lowered his voice to ask Fan Da: "Is the mountain ghost the one crying outside that day?"

"It should be." Van Da nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly remembered what happened last time, and hurriedly asked: "Did you hear anything last night?"

Zheng Quzhi shook his head: "I was so tired last night, I slept like a pig."

Hearing this, Fan Da let out a disappointed cry. After a long while, he reassured him and exhorted: "Remember, each of you must put on your body tonight."

Zheng Quzhi nodded quickly, saying that he would definitely let him go.

The night came soon.

Zheng Quzhi closed the door and took out the paper talisman to show Wei Yan: "Mr. Wei, Fan Da gave me the talisman again."

Wei Yan frowned, his slender fingers took a piece of paper talisman from the palm of Zheng Quzhi's palm, and when he looked at it carefully, his face became more ugly.

"Heh." He suddenly sneered, and the paper talisman in his hand burned instantly.

Zheng Quzhi's face was full of horror. What kind of skill is this?

"Banmen gets an axe." Wei Yan took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands, his face full of indifference.

Zheng Quzhi swallowed, only to think that the paper talisman was not a good thing, and hurriedly asked: "Mr. Wei, this talisman?"

"This is a ghost charm." Wei Yan explained lightly, looking at the remaining paper charms in Zheng Quzhi's hands.

Yingui, as the name suggests, of course means to attract ghosts.

Zheng Quzhi's hands instantly became hot like a fire, and he hurriedly gave the remaining talisman to Wei Yan, drooping his face and said: "Then Mr. Wei, you should burn it quickly."

There was another fire, and the paper talisman burned to ashes.

After a long while, Zheng Quzhi was still puzzled. I couldn't help but look at Wei Yan who was sitting on the bed meditating, "Mr. Wei, why are they harming us?"

"Tentative." Wei Yan replied indifferently.

Zheng Quzhi has a black face, this temptation can threaten his life. After thinking about it for a long time, Zheng Quzhi still couldn't figure out where they were missing.

"Brother Qu Zhi, Brother Cai, Brother Qi, and Mr. Wei, come out to eat!" Yaoli shouted outside.

Zheng Quzhi hurriedly responded, and hurriedly said to Wei Yan: "Then we tear our faces now and don't pretend?"

"We will solve it." Wei Yan got up, staring at Zheng Quzhi with his ink-colored eyes, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Sir." Qi Xie suddenly came in from outside, and said quickly: "Just now Lu Zhishi came out of the village chief's room, and the village chief came out immediately. He looked like he was very happy."

Wei Yan nodded and said nothing.

Zheng Quzhi was immediately full of questions, very happy? Did Lu Zhishi say they were the people the village chief was looking for? But Wei Yan said they were? what happened?

During the meal, the village chief swept away the previous haze, and kept adding dishes to Fan Da and Lu Zhishi, and he was pleased: "Mr. Fan, Mr. Lu, eat more food."

"Mr. Village, you are too polite." Fan Da twitched his mouth as he looked at the pile of vegetables in his bowl.

"Ah!" The village chief waved his hand and said with a smile: "If you are full, you can work hard, right?"

After speaking, he licked his dry lips, and then aimed at his beautiful daughter unconsciously. The daughter immediately realized that she was looking at her and smiled at herself.

The village head smiled and looked away.

The hand under the table clenched into a fist, and the palm of his hand was full of sweat.

Lu Zhishi pushed his eyes, glanced at the Mr. Wei calmly, and a bright light flashed across his eyes.

I thought that something would happen this evening, but out of Zheng Quzhi's expectations, the night was calm and nothing happened.

On the second day, Zheng Quzhi was awakened by a burst of funeral music.

As soon as I opened my eyes, there was no one next to him, and the room was empty, with no one.

He quickly got up, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw a large group of people standing in the yard, dressed in linen clothes. About hearing the movement, everyone turned their heads.

Zheng Quzhi's hairs stood up instantly, and most of these people looked at him with disgust and hatred, and seemed to dislike them very much.

"Brother Qu Zhi." Yaoli in white came out from the side, her eyes were very red and swollen, and there were dark circles under her eyes, she seemed to have not slept all night.

"Mr. Wei and them?" Zheng Quzhi swallowed, just looking for Wei Yan.

"Mr. Wei and Mr. Fan went out early in the morning." Yaoli replied, a little embarrassed: "Sorry, our village is going to hold the funeral of Aunt Niu today, so I can't take you to visit."

"It's okay." At this moment, Zheng Quzhi didn't dare to be dissatisfied, but lowered his voice and asked, "Why do they seem to dislike me?"

After hearing this, Yaoli scratched her head embarrassedly, and said after a long while: "Maybe Aunt Niu passed away. Everyone is in a bad mood. Brother Quzhi, don't get me wrong. The people in our village are very hospitable!"

"Oh, yes..." Zheng Quzhi glanced at the group of people again, seeing that they were still looking at him hostilely, his back was sweating with nervousness.

"Yoli! What are you doing there! Come here!" Someone called Yaoli.

"Go, I'll go back and lie down again." Zheng Quzhi hurriedly said, seeing Yaoli nodding and ran up and hurriedly closed the door.

Fuck!

As soon as he closed the door, the smile on Zheng Quzhi's face disappeared, and he couldn't help kicking the legs of the table: "I don't know if I'm gone, I don't know how to call Lao Tzu!"

What is it to leave him here alone!

The funeral music outside gradually faded away, it should be to Aunt Niu's house. Zheng Quzhi quietly opened the window to look, and saw everyone carrying a coffin and walking out mightily.

This scene was quite permeating. Zheng Quzhi closed the window and his mind quickly started to move. Wei Yan and Fan Da are gone, are they going to the grove to make an appointment?

The more he thought about it, the more likely Zheng Quzhi felt. Wei Yan said yesterday that he would solve it. So, solved it early in the morning?

I was thinking about it, suddenly there was movement outside.

The door was suddenly opened, Zheng Quzhi raised his head subconsciously, and caught Wei Yan's gaze unexpectedly.

Wei Yan paused for a moment, closed the door unhurriedly, and said warmly, "I brought you breakfast, did you brush your teeth?"

Zheng Quzhi: Huh? ? ?

"Why did you go early in the morning?" Zheng Quzhi asked.

"Buy steamed buns." Wei Yan put a bag of steamed buns on the table, and said a bunch of things. "I heard that there are people here, and the steamed buns are very delicious, so I bought them and tasted them and read the rumors. Can't be trusted."

Taking a closer look at Wei Yan, he saw that his clothes were clean and tidy without any wrinkles, his hair was soft, and his forehead was docilely covered, and his expression was even more indifferent. Looking at the bag of buns he put on the table again, Zheng Quzhi twitched his mouth.

Go out early in the morning just to buy breakfast?

Or did you make an appointment with Fan Da and the others?