Showdown: Hanba is hiding in my house

Chapter 50
Seeing that the big man was being unreasonable, Shen Lang immediately stepped forward: "Brother, how can you take a pet that someone else raises? Let it go!"

"It smells so heavy, are you a local exorcist?" the man said.

Shen Lang frowned, and Mai Meng next to her sniffed her body, and then Shen Lang, it didn't taste good!Where can there be corpses?
The man sneered, "A nest of snakes and rats!"

As he said that, he put down the ghost monkey, and the ghost monkey jumped onto Shen Lang's shoulder very nimbly. It cleverly realized that it was Shen Lang who rescued it just now.

Tu Xingsun's expression was ugly, Shen Lang said: "Master Sun, do you know this person?"

"This is whack-a-mole. In our business, there are two sects. One is whack-a-mole, and the other is Tufuzi. Tufuzi are all about morality. We don't like those good officials or good people. Yes, my grandfather was also a gopher before, but after a one-day trip to Tangling, he got a serious illness and turned around, and joined Tufuzi's sect, but the gopher is different." Tu Xingsun's face was serious.

"How about a gopher?"

"Take what you take with you, and if you don't take it away, you'll smash it all. It's a beautiful name, and you don't give your colleagues a chance, but in fact, they don't distinguish between indiscriminate, as long as there is a weapon, they will strike. My ghost monkey has ten There will be no meat in the coming year, don’t look at me, there are some artifacts here, but most of them are imitations.” At this time, Tu Xingsun had no intention of continuing to set up a stall, so he closed the stall immediately.

Seeing that the ghost monkey was still in shock, if it wasn't for Shen Lang's generous help just now, the ghost monkey might have been snatched away.

"After all, the Corpse Gate is still in decline. In the past, no one dared to mess with the Corpse Gate, because the people in the Corpse Gate had a lot of tricks, but that guy obviously mistook you for those weird morticians, so he gave up." Xingsun picked up the ghost monkey and put it on his shoulder.

"Grandpa, thank you for the good tea. We will come back later when our brothers and sisters finish our business. We have to go now." Shen Lang said, and he and Mai Meng nodded.

But Tu Xingsun stopped them: "What's the hurry, the old man will go with you."

"Eh?" Mai Meng was both surprised and delighted.

"Ghost monkeys regard you as friends. As an old man, why don't I help you?" Tu Xingsun snorted, and immediately changed the Tang suit on his body, and changed into an old-fashioned gray silk dress .

He walked in front: "It seems that you are a good match. Shimen has always been sparsely populated, and there are many things where senior brothers and sisters or senior brothers and sisters combine. If you want to do things, tell my grandson. The old man will prepare a big gift for you."

Mai Meng was ashamed, she said: "Senior Sun, you misunderstood, we..."

"Hahaha..." Tu Xingsun laughed loudly.

Gossiping along the way, Shen Lang also learned that the Tufuzi is a mole cricket, and the mole cricket digs holes carefully, digging out the soil bit by bit.

But the gophers are different. They are digging holes desperately. It doesn't take long to dig a big hole. However, the roots and other sundries in it will be destroyed.

After all, the gopher's claws are very sharp, and they are desperate to dig.

And this ghost monkey is equivalent to an automatic detector. Only one in ten thousand of this kind of monkey will appear. There are double pupils in the eyes, so it can understand Feng Shui and judge Yin and Yang.

With a ghost monkey by his side, everything can be done with half the effort.

That's why the guy snatched it, just because it's such a treasure, and it's rarely encountered.

Coming to a house that looked like a garage, the ghost monkey began to grin its teeth, jumped onto Shen Lang's body for a while, and returned to Tu Xingsun's back for a while.

Tu Xingsun looked at the things on the front yard, and said: "There are dangers hidden everywhere in his house, just this lock of hair, if you drag it on you when you enter the door, you will be unlucky within three days, although it will not It's life-threatening, but it's going to be pretty bad for a while."

"Hair?" Mai Meng walked over.

"Hey! Girl, don't touch it. It's not clean. It's the hair of a woman who was soaked in a pig cage in the old days." Tu Xingsun said.

Shen Lang called it a good guy, this technique of aversion to victory is everywhere.

This also shows that the three-fingered beggar inside has a big problem. Is he so wary, is he guarding against his enemies?

"Okay, I'll send it here, what are you going to do, what are you going to say, go in, but I have something to say first, this old man has a weird temper, and the art of aversion is a business, he is responsible for making things, and the most disgusting thing is those For the person who bought the service, you said that the murderer killed someone, so you can’t blame the knife in his hand, right?”

As Tu Xingsun spoke, he gradually walked away. The ghost monkey on his shoulder seemed to like Shen Lang very much, and even made faces at Shen Lang.

squeak...

The door of the damaged wooden board was pushed open, and the scene in the yard was very surprising.

On a few shelves next to it, there are a lot of things to dry, including some strange animal carcasses, and some old sundries, such as three-inch shoes for bound feet, or a pair of twisted Sweat towel, but there are black spots on it, Shen Lang knows that it is blood that has dried up for decades.

There are also some herbal medicines, etc., which can almost be taken out to open a small exhibition.

A crooked old man turned his back to Shen Lang, he was picking up something by the well, and he let out a toothache laugh.

Mai Meng stepped forward to speak, but the old man in front of her disappeared suddenly, leaving only an old-fashioned radio.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind poured into the back of her neck, causing her to shiver.

Looking again, the mysterious old man had appeared behind him at some point.

The old man's mouth was full of big yellow teeth, and the calculus in his mouth was densely packed, exuding a stench, which was probably the size of a fist.

One eye was blind, it was pitch black, and the eye sockets were sunken.

The other eye was bloodshot, terrifying.

The old man said: "Are you here to buy something? Tell me... what do you want to buy?"

"Senior, is there any way to get rid of the technique of exhaustion?" Shen Lang asked.

When the old man heard this, he frowned immediately: "I sell things here, once sold, I will not return or exchange them!"

Suddenly, the old man moved his nose, and he frowned and said, "You two are morticians?"

"Yes, senior..."

Shen Lang was about to speak, but was interrupted mercilessly by the old man. He picked up the green bamboo board on the ground, and was about to hit him with a wave of his hand. His appearance was ferocious, and coupled with his aggressive aura, he really wanted to say that an evil ghost was reincarnated.

His left hand was hugged by a jar of eight-treasure porridge, with a hook wrapped around it with wire, and his right hand only had three fingers, so he was undoubtedly a three-fingered beggar.

"Don't drive the mortician to my place, get the hell out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

(End of this chapter)