Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Jiang Xiaochuan groaned in his heart, "You almost killed me, but you still want to be a human being. I'll do you justice if I don't let you become a maggot in your next life."

"If you don't come back in an hour, just wait until it disappears."

After reciting a string of soul-locking spells, Jiang Xiaochuan placed a restraint and ordered: "Hurry up and attach yourself to that big locust tree. This old locust tree is said to be hundreds of years old, and it's enough for you."

Without Jiang Xiaochuan's instructions, Jia Zheng swooped out, like a tadpole finding its mother, and threw himself straight into the gloomy locust tree with a strange smile.

On the other side, under the leadership of Chen Dacai, a group of people came to the opposite side of Jiang Xiaochuan.

These usually amiable villagers were staring at him coldly with unkind expressions, like cheetahs ready to attack, waiting for Chen Dacai's order.

Standing at the front, Chen Dacai's face was filled with the joy of a winner. With so many people watching, he expected that Jiang Xiaochuan would not dare to do anything.

Feeling proud in his heart, Chen Dacai approached Jiang Xiaochuan and whispered in his ear, "Fight me, and I won't even let you have a nest!"

"Really? Don't beg me like you did last time."

Facing Chen Dacai's provocation, Jiang Xiaochuan looked calm.

Please?

"I bother!"

Chen Dacai looked like his tail had been stepped on, and he said viciously: "Even if I, Chen Dacai, die, I will not ask..."

However, before he could finish speaking, he heard a terrifying scream coming from the stage.

Hearing the sound, everyone looked over.

On the altar, the Taoist priest seemed to have seen something terrible. He screamed and fell down from the altar, and then there was no movement.

This sudden change made everyone panic.

Chen Dacai was also stunned, wondering in his heart. Could it be that this incident really angered the Dragon King?

Thinking of this, he felt a creepy feeling in his heart.

Knowing that Jia Zheng had succeeded, it was time to watch the show.

"Chen Dacai, you used the name of Lord Dragon to pretend to be a ghost, and now retribution is coming!"

Seeing that Chen Dacai was confused, Jiang Xiaochuan said coldly.

"Humph!"

Not caring about Jiang Xiaochuan at the moment, Chen Dacai hurriedly went to check on the Taoist priest.

He knew that the villagers united with him because of the Taoist priest. If the Taoist priest didn't work, his plan would fail.

After finding a high-lying place, Jiang Xiaochuan turned on the video recording mode on his mobile phone.

On the ground, the fake Taoist priest suddenly trembled, and then stood up straight.

The panic on his face slowly faded away, and he looked around dully.

When he saw Chen Dacai walking towards him, the Taoist priest's dull eyes suddenly burst into light.

He used all his strength to give Chen Dacai a big slap in the mouth. Unprepared, Chen Dacai felt dizzy and his face was in burning pain.

This sudden scene shocked everyone except Jiang Xiaochuan who chuckled. He knew that this was Jia Zheng deliberately trying to please him.

After drawing Chen Dacai, Taoist Wang Er knelt on the ground, kowtowing to everyone as if he was stunned.

When several elderly people saw the master kowtow to them, they hurriedly threw away their walking sticks and knelt down to return the favor.

After a while, Wang Er said to everyone who was still in shock:

"My name is Wang Er. I usually make a living by abducting people. Yesterday I received a call from the bald man next to me."

Wang Eryi pointed to Chen Dacai, "He asked me to help set up a trap, and he would give me [-] yuan when the deal is completed."

After saying that, Wang Er realized that he had said the wrong thing and covered his mouth with a look of horror.

Hearing this, Chen Dacai broke into a cold sweat and winked at Wang Er desperately.

"What about your spells?"

Someone wondered.

"Every magic spell has been prepared in advance, so you can do it yourself."

Wang Er spoke with some embarrassment.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Er gave himself a slap in the face, wondering how he could say what was in his heart.

"The prophecy made by the old Lord Dragon that Sichuan Wazi is a disaster star is also false?"

Someone in the crowd asked again, and their tone was no longer as friendly as before.

Wang Er covered his mouth to prevent himself from making any sound, but within a few seconds he laughed wildly, "What do you mean?"

He pointed to the stone tablet on the altar and explained: "This is fake, specially designed to deceive you old haters."

He climbed onto the altar, held the stone tablet in both hands, and smashed it against a big stone on the ground.

After a muffled sound, the ancient stone tablet suddenly fell into pieces, and a piece of granite in the middle rolled several times, exposing the cut to everyone.

After the muffled sound there was only silence, deathly silence.

A gust of wind blew by, and the broken leaves that were wrapped around it hit Chen Dacai's face. He suddenly jumped up and watched as everyone stretched their necks to stare at his masterpiece. He complained in his heart and secretly regretted that he should not have listened to Wang Sanjiang's words.

Seeing this, everyone understood what was going on.

An old lady holding her waist spat thick phlegm on the ground, swore and shook her cane to hit Wang Er.

However, he was soon stopped by his grandson. His old body could not stand the torment, and She would not be worthy of a charlatan.

The old lady who was stopped gestured to her walking stick and cursed: "You little brat, you're pretending to be like this. You're a wicked person who always gets things. I'll stab you to death with a stick."

Hearing the curse, Wang Er was unhappy for a moment, "Hey, sister, I see what you said is right. I have been walking around in the world for many years and I have principles. I only care about wealth and not my life."

"What this old bald guy wants to do is to set that little brother on fire. Can we do anything illegal? I'd rather just kick him out. We can't act against our conscience."

"Originally, this guy said he wanted to add medicine to the well to treat you bunch of unruly people, but I stopped him."

Wang Er sounded very proud, as if he had done a great deed that was better than building a seven-level pagoda.

These words fell into the ears of the villagers, like a fuse.

Sensing the cannibalistic gaze of the villagers, Chen Dacai's face was ashen.

He knew that he would have to shed his skin even if he didn't die.

"Damn Wang Sanjiang!"

Chen Dacai cursed secretly. It was only now that he realized belatedly that Wang Sanjiang had used him as a weapon.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and searched for Wang Sanjiang's figure, and saw Wang Sanjiang silently watching here in a corner from a distance.

No one who steps on the horse will have an easy time!

"It's all Wang Sanjiang who gave me the favor..."

Before Chen Dacai finished speaking, Wang Sanjiang from the corner rushed over.

A slap hit Chen Dacai's red and swollen face, and he said angrily: "This bitch Chen Dacai dares to blaspheme even the Dragon King, let's beat him to death!"

As soon as these words came out, all the villagers who were extremely angry rushed over and beat up several of Chen Zhuang's cousins ​​who were complicit in the crime.

This beating and kicking lasted for a long time. Two or three times Wang Er tried to crawl out in the chaos, but he was dragged back every time.

He wondered why the people in Stone Village were so violent. In the past, when people were exposed, a few people would stop beating them when they were tired. It was not like taking turns now.

Little did he know that every punch and kick from the people of Stone Village had been accumulated for many years, and today he just happened to catch up.

After recording the video, Jiang Xiaochuan showed a cruel smile.

After saving the recorded video, he immediately found Zhang Changjun's mobile phone number and dialed it.