City: I Have a New Identity Weekly

Hearing that the master from the city was doing this, the first thought that came to Su Xun's mind was that these villagers encountered liars.

Because there will be a master hammer in the city.

Of course, Master Su is definitely not included, he is the true master.

Did you invite this master? Su Xun looked at the old man and asked.

The old man shook his head: No, Master Yunyou happened to pass by us, and at a glance, we could see the dirty things in our village, and the whole village begged him to surrender.

Well, now Su Xun is more sure that this guy is a liar.

These days, there are very few monsters and ghosts, and they are more cherished than giant pandas. It is not an exaggeration to list them as first-class protected animals.

In the words of Daoist Qingyang, that is, if you really encounter a monster, a ghost, or something, you will be lucky, and you must be eager to surrender.

And if you really don't want to meddle in your own business, you will usually stay away from dirty things and don't get involved.

However, the master had clearly pointed out that there were dirty things in the village, and took the initiative to get involved, but he refused to take action. He had to ask these villagers to beg him, and then he would take action.

More importantly, standing at the entrance of the village, he did not feel any evil in the village.

To sum up, Su Xun is 80% sure that this so-called master is a clever scammer.

It is getting harder and harder to cheat money in the city these days, so many scammers are targeting remote mountainous areas.

Because these remote mountainous areas are basically out of touch with the outside world, they are relatively closed, and they can obtain less information, so they are more prone to deception.

For the sake of the villagers' willingness to borrow, Su Xun really couldn't bear to see them being deceived.

After all, this village is so poor that there is no electricity, and if the scammers take it away, these villagers may not even have the money to buy fertilizer in the coming year.

So Su Xun kindly reminded: Old man, this person is separated from the belly. I think your village is very good, and there is nothing dirty, but don't be deceived by someone with a heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, a young monk came over and looked at Su Xun badly: Boy, who are you calling a liar!

Little Master Jingwu.

Little Master Jingwu.

The villagers at the entrance of the village all greeted the young monk, obviously respecting him.

Jing Wu gave Su a gloomy look, and then made a bow at the old man: Amitabha, old donor, my master heard that there were two corpse hunters coming to the village, and he specially asked me to tell the donor that they must not be allowed to into the village.

They are on their way with the corpse, and the corpse has a lot of yin. If the dirty things in the village absorb the yin, it will be difficult to surrender.

what!

Hearing this, the villagers' faces changed greatly in fright.

Hehe, nonsense.

Su Xun sneered, put a hand on Jing Wu's shoulder, and used his psychic ability.

what are you doing.

Jing Wu wanted to break free, but he felt as if his shoulders were clamped by iron clamps, unable to move.

Su Xun let go of him and said coldly, I think you came to stop us because you were afraid that we would go into the village and break through your little tricks.

Jing Wu's face changed, his pupils shrank, and he was horrified because Su Xun was right.

It doesn't matter if the corpse driver is a charlatan who controls the walking of the corpse by tying the joints of the corpse with wooden boards.

But the corpsemen have traveled all over the world and are well-informed, and they will definitely be able to see through their deception.

That's why his master asked him to come out to stop the corpse carpenter from entering the village, but he didn't expect it to be broken by Su Xun's words.

The so-called dirty things are just an illusion created by them sneaking into the village every night.

Nonsense! Blood spurting! Jing Wu was furious after being exposed, looking like he had been wronged.

Su Xun chuckled: If you don't have a ghost in your heart, why don't you let me see how the two masters subdue demons and eliminate demons?

You... Jing Wu just wanted to speak.

Su Xun interrupted him directly: If you are worried that the corpses behind me are heavy, then there is no need. I will leave them outside and enter the village alone.

He had to teach these two liars a lesson he would never forget.

Little Master Jingwu, let this master go in and take a look. The old man spoke to Su Xun from the side, because he also had doubts.

The village has been haunted for so long, but every time the dead animals are animals, it is a bit strange that no one has ever had an accident.

Jing Wu knew that he had no way to refuse, so he could only agree to Su Xun entering the village to watch his master's practice.

Su Xun asked Fatty Mei to keep an eye on the corpses of the seniors outside, and then brought Qin Zhu, who was invisible, into the village, and whispered to Qin Zhu's side.

Qin Zhu showed a sly smile and was eager to try.

Soon, the group came to a courtyard in the village.

The tools needed for the incense table and other practices have been laid out in the yard, and a fat-headed monk is chanting words there.

Jing Wu walked over and whispered a few words to his master.

The fat monk glanced at Su Xun, nodded calmly as a greeting, and then said to the villagers, Please, all benefactors, retreat first, I'm going to start cooking to lure the evil ghost out.

The old liar is the old liar, but he is much calmer than the young Jing Wu.

The old man looked at Su Xun, because Su Xun said that these two masters were liars.

Let's go, let's not disturb the master.

The corners of Su Xun's mouth lifted into a playful smile, dropped a sentence, and walked out.

The old man also left after seeing this.

The other villagers followed and closed the courtyard door.

The invisible Qin Zhu stayed in the yard and did not leave.

As soon as the courtyard door was closed, the fat monk scolded Jingwu angrily: What are you doing, didn't you stop the corpse driver?

Master, that guy seems to be able to see what I'm thinking, there are really two brushes. Jing Wu looked helpless.

The fat monk snorted coldly: There are two brushes with farts, it must be that your acting skills are too bad.

Master, what should I do now? Jing Wu lowered his head and did not dare to talk back.

The fat monk yawned: Wait, there are no ghosts at all. We'll go out after more than ten minutes and say that the ghosts have been eliminated.

Monk, how do you know there is no ghost?

A female voice sounded faintly.

When the fat monk heard this, he subconsciously sneered: It's the 21st century, where can there be any ghosts in this world...

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly reacted, his fat body stiffened in place, and dense beads of sweat ooze out of his forehead.

Jing Wu's face was also pale, and the master and apprentice looked at each other, their hearts speeded up, and their hands and feet trembled unsatisfactorily.

There were only two of them in the yard, how could a third person's voice be heard?

Still a woman.