Uncle Jiu chased him out with a feather duster, and Wen Cai and Qiu Sheng ran away without a trace.

The reason why I went to Aunt Cane's place was mainly to see how the group of spirit babies were doing recently, and whether there were any signs of a magic baby being born.

If it weren't for this, Uncle Jiu would never take the initiative to find Aunt Cane.

That person, Aunt Cane, every time Uncle Jiu saw her, his head would buzz and hurt.

She seems to have the mouths of ten people by herself, and she can always talk endlessly.

Originally, they wanted to wait for Han Feng to finish dealing with the affairs of the Han family town, and the four masters and apprentices would go there together.

But looking at the current situation, I am afraid that it will not be over for a while.

The spirit baby can't be exhausted.

Although Aunt Cane didn't spread the news that there was something wrong there, Uncle Jiu was worried about Aunt Cane's carefree temper.

……

At the same time, Han Feng was surrounded by the villagers of Hanjia Town.

"Little comrade, we know that your strength is not bad, but now is not the time to show off your abilities, so hurry up and find your master!"

"That's right! As soon as Uncle Jiu came, our hearts were already in our stomachs!" Facing the demands of these villagers, Han Feng could understand.

After all, his name was not as big as Uncle Jiu's, and it was the first time for the villagers to see a real zombie, so it was understandable that they were timid.

"Didn't you already send someone to invite my master? I don't care, I fully respect everyone's opinions."

Anyway, as long as I let myself suck enough, the evil spirit of the two zombies is enough, and Han Feng doesn't care about the rest.

"We went to invite you, but they said that your master is not in Yizhuang at all!"

"Then I don't know. The master was there when I went out."

Han Feng spread his hands and shrugged.

Early in the morning, this group of villagers came to chat here.

They didn't believe Han Feng.

But Uncle Nine was nowhere to be found.

"If it really doesn't work, you go and invite other ghost hunters. My master sent me alone because he trusts my strength. If you don't believe me, I can't help it."

"My task is to help Mr. Zhao find his two missing sons. Now that the matter has surfaced, I can go back and explain to my master about Mr. Zhao."

After speaking, Han Feng cupped his hands at the surrounding villagers.

"I'll go back first, you all can discuss the rest slowly." Han Feng passed through the crowd and walked out of the town, but he didn't intend to go in the direction of Yizhuang at all.

At this time, it is impossible to invite the Taoist priests to catch ghosts smoothly, and it will cost a lot to go back and forth, including the travel expenses and the money for the Taoist priests.

In addition, now that the identities of the two zombies have been confirmed, what if they come back to seek revenge at night?

Han Feng expected that those people in the village would turn back to find him. After walking 800 meters away, he squatted down and chatted with an old potato seller by the roadside.

The old farmer had glaucoma and couldn't see Han Feng's facial features clearly even with his eyes squinted.

"Old man, there are not many people here, why don't you go to the town to sell?"

When the old farmer heard this, he smiled and shook his head, "Hey? You don't know that, young man, there are many people on this road, especially at night, the footsteps of people passing by are even louder!"

Han Feng frowned and looked around.

Except for a few people who occasionally pass by on this road, even the passing birds never stop.

Isn't this old farmer talking nonsense?

suddenly.

Han Feng found out that the place where the old farmer set up his stall was exactly the place where there were potholes and water, and not far behind him was the grave that he had previously confirmed as a signpost.

This place is weird!

It was only then that Han Feng noticed that there were some footprints on the soft soil that were very deep, and it looked like they had stepped in with great force.

Or it could be said that something jumped into it, because it didn't look like the footprints of ordinary people at all.

Judging from those footprints, those shoe prints seemed to lead to Hanjia Town.

Is it possible...

Just as Han Feng frowned and thought.

Li Erniu, who came from Hanjia Town, ran over panting.

"Great, little brother, you haven't left yet! Come back with me, I have to trouble you tonight!" Li Erniu smiled foolishly, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment.

It was a member of their village just now, and they said that they didn't need Han Feng's help, and they looked down on him, and now they are looking for him, so Li Erniu is naturally very sorry.

"Okay." Han Feng stood up, "In this case, you have to listen to me."

"Okay, okay."

Seeing Han Feng agreeing, Li Erniu nodded quickly.

That night.

Another night of cold wind.

The villagers rubbed their hands and squatted at the entrance and exit of the township.

Han Feng asked the people in the village to prepare all kinds of props for exorcising ghosts and pile them together with thick yellow talismans.

Cinnabar glutinous rice, incense candles, and the cooking table are set at the entrance and exit, where the two zombies appeared last night.

Woo!
A howl that looked like a wild wolf resounded in the surrounding fields, and people couldn't help but get nervous.

With the rake and shovel in his hand, he stayed close to his body and looked towards the way he came.

"Little brother, let them run away yesterday, do you think they will really come back today?"

"It's not clear that's why I set up this altar."

Han Feng turned around and glanced at the villagers who were guarding to catch the zombies, all of them were pale with cold.

The weather is getting colder and colder.

Generally speaking, the cost of this outdoor practice will double.

But there's no other way, follow Uncle Jiu to always do this kind of useless work.

When I go back this time, I must persuade Uncle Jiu to set up a rule in Yizhuang, which must expressly charge fees.

It is best to write the words "no bargaining".

Hey, the poverty of Yizhuang is not unreasonable.

No matter how kind the heart is, it can't stand the beating of life, can it?

Han Feng looked at his thin shoes, stamped his feet and waited for the time to approach.

After another moment.

"almost."

Han Feng grabbed the bell and started to knock it.

He lit the Yin Summoning Talisman, and chanted a series of spells in his mouth.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by.

Aunt Hua's man, Wang Qiang, looked contemptuous, and muttered, "Hmph, bluffing."

He used to look down on Han Feng, and he was the one who advocated asking someone to find Uncle Jiu during the day.

"Let me tell you, we can just hide in the dark, and the zombie might come back, so he just set up an altar in the middle of the road. Unless the zombie is stupid, or else it will voluntarily bump into it? "

Wang Qiang criticized Han Feng strangely.

Li Erniu couldn't see it, so he stepped forward and pushed Wang Qiang, "Shut up! If it wasn't for someone's action yesterday, you would have died a long time ago! Is it your turn to say these sarcastic remarks here?"

Seeing that the two were arguing again, people rushed to fight.

Han Feng automatically filtered out these voices, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of the entrance and exit, with a strong feeling.

Those two zombies are about to appear!

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