Relocation Brigade

Chen Ling knew that his words were a bit cold, so before Master Wu asked again, he took the initiative to say: "There is no school."

The relationship between Zhao Xunchang and his martial brothers has always been good, but for some reason, he left Longhu Mountain many years ago.

If it is necessary to talk about the school of calculation, he and the master should form a separate school.

Master Wu: "But your hemostatic method just now..."

"Oh." Chen Ling said, "I study very complicated things on weekdays."

Master Wu's eyes were turning red with envy, and he had read a lot of miscellaneous books, 90.00% of which he couldn't learn.

He can think about it. He has faced the reality of his lack of talent long ago, but his admiration for the strong has never diminished: "Mr. Chen, do you need a handyman? I do laundry, cooking, cleaning and stacking quilts, and I can do everything. "

Chen Ling: "...not missing."

Master Wu was at a loss for what to do: "Then, do you need a handbag? My handbag skills are top-notch."

Mr. Gao next to him snorted coldly, full of contempt.

Master Wu ignored him. Seeing that Chen Ling was still unmoved, he began to sell miserably: "Mr. Chen, I was an orphan since I was a child. I was picked up by a blind fortune-teller so I didn't freeze to death and starve to death outside. Later, my adoptive father died. You can only make a living by some little tricks you have learned."

In order to highlight his difficulty, he repeatedly lamented.

"As you can see, my skills are really not up to par. And to be honest with you, taking Mr. Gao's order is not because I overestimate myself, but because my wallet is bottomed out. If I don't take it, I will live on the street and starve. He took a breath and looked at Mr. Gao, "Mr. Gao, I have to say sorry to you too. If Mr. Chen hadn't shown up, I'm afraid we would have confessed here long ago."

Mr. Gao was caught off guard by him, and waved his hands embarrassingly, "I won't mention the things that have passed, if we have suffered together, we are friends."

Master Wu smiled at him, drooping his head, losing all face, "Mr. Chen, you look younger than me, so I'll call you brother with a shy face. I don't ask for anything else, I just ask you to let me follow you." You can observe from the sidelines and learn two tricks when you usually take orders."

Sure enough, he is a person with a story, the master's eyes at the beginning are absolutely right.

People like Master Wu who have some professional background and are not afraid of ghosts are the first choice for recruitment in the cemetery.But there are not many positions in the cemetery, except for the position of the general manager who is impossible to give up, the rest of the positions are not very good.

Chen Lingzheng asked, "Mr. Wu, would you mind being a security guard?"

Master Wu: "...Huh?"

"It's like this. Our Yuhe Mountain Cemetery will be completed in a few months. We lack a security guard. By the way, we also lack a salesman. If you don't mind, you can choose one of them."

Worried that he would be misunderstood as a bereaved capitalist who exploited the working people, Chen Ling hurriedly supplemented his company's benefits. "The basic salary includes five social insurances and one housing fund, food and housing, and mid-year and year-end bonuses."

Master Wu looked at the numbers compared in the young man's hand and felt that he had earned too much.

The industry of ghost-hunting and fortune-telling is very competitive, and occasionally there will even be fights with people because of robbing customers.He is alone in the society, no more than those who have sects as the backstage, most of the time he can only eat the leftover buns chewed by others, and pick up small orders that others don't like.

Now a shelter from wind and rain is in front of us, and fools don't want it.

Master Wu shouted excitedly: "Wailian, I'm doing Wailian!" What's the point of being a security guard? It's better to go out and run business.

Chen Ling nodded solemnly. Although their Yuhe Cemetery has not yet been completed, it has completed the procedures and is a formal unit: "Sign the employment contract first tomorrow."

Master Wu was so happy that he wished he could perform a Yangko dance on the spot. He rubbed his hands and said with a silly smile, "Brother Chen, I will follow you from now on. Don't call me Mr. Wu, just call me Wu Weiwei, repeating characters, great great .”

Chen Ling took out the business card he got earlier: "Aren't you called Bufan?"

Wu Weiwei: "You must have an account when you come out to hang out. Bufan is the Taoist name I gave myself."

Chen Ling: "..."

It sounds so high-end, but he and the master don't have dao names!

The name and name are all fictitious, Chen Ling is only a little envious, and more happy.

The team of Yuheshan Cemetery has finally expanded!

On the ceiling, the sound of rustling and crawling sounded again, and Chen Ling knew that the thing upstairs was shut down.

He calmly took out a box of playing cards from his backpack, unpacked it and poured it out: "Let's play poker for a while to pass the time, and if we really can't stand it, we can take turns squinting our eyes for a while."

Mr. Gao laughed dryly, he didn't expect Chen Ling to be so down-to-earth.

He took the initiative to shuffle the cards and asked, "Aren't you going to play for money?" His card skills are top-notch, and he won't pretend to lose.

Wu Weiwei also had the same concerns, and hurriedly said: "Gambling is not good, we mainly focus on entertainment."

Poker is an easy way to pass the time, you win one game, I lose two games, one after another, and soon it's midnight.

There is no moonlight tonight, and the sky is covered by dark clouds.

The surroundings of the villa were quiet and silent, the room was dead silent, and even a needle dropped on the ground was extremely clear.

The sound of crawling on the ceiling has long since changed its tone, loud smashing noises and frightening screams were continuously heard from the baby's room, and the whole villa was trembling accordingly.

Chen Ling calmly raised his eyelids and glanced at the ceiling, then played the last card: "I lost again."

Mr. Gao was very embarrassed, "You two have agreed."

Chen Ling glanced at his phone, it was almost twelve o'clock.

As soon as midnight arrives, the yin energy is heavy, and many evil spirits appear at this time. The thing upstairs will only rush more and more madly, so as to escape from the cage when the yin energy is strong.

The blockade must be reinforced, just in case.

Pressing Mr. Gao's hand that was about to shuffle the cards, Chen Ling looked at Wu Weiwei: "Give me your ink fountain thread."

Wu Weiwei hurriedly took it out from his bag, handed it with both hands, and asked earnestly: "Where do you need to seal, do you want me to help?"

"Yes." After Chen Ling finished speaking, he looked at Mr. Gao again: "Is Mr. Gao strong?"

Mr. Gao was stunned: "It's not bad."

Chen Ling was relieved, and led the two of them out the door, and went around to the back of the villa. When he looked up, he could see the window of the nursery that was blocked by the blackout curtains. The vertical and horizontal ink fountain lines outside the window were a bit sparse.

"Mr. Gao, come here." Chen Ling tapped his toes on the ground, and when Mr. Gao got there, he motioned for him to squat down, and then stepped on the opponent's shoulder.

Mr. Gao's figure flickered, but fortunately Wu Weiwei supported him so he didn't fall down.

Chen Ling stepped on the window sill on the first floor with his height, stretched his arms, grabbed the nearby water pipe and leaned his body over, and at the same time, his two long legs also crossed up.

Seeing Brother Chen's clumsy climbing posture, Wu Weiwei felt better about being crushed by a master. It seems that Brother Chen is not omnipotent, which means that he is not good at sports.

Chen Ling climbed to the second floor, took out the ink fountain hanging from his waist, and reinforced the original foundation to make the net even denser.

The closed curtains were jerked open, revealing a face, followed by a pair of bloody hands pressed against the glass.

The glass cracked, and the baby's distorted face squeezed against the glass, and the skin was scratched by the cracked sharp glass and began to bleed.

The blood-stained crack was getting bigger and bigger, and the things inside were frantically trying to crush the glass.

Chen Ling hugged the water pipe, with one leg crossed steadily, and one foot stepped on the narrow platform extending from the junction of the first and second floors, and said calmly: "I tried it, this ink fountain line is very strong, even if you squeeze the window , the glass can cut through this net in a short while."

With a click, the largest opening in the glass was broken.

The pair of hands pressing on the glass slapped hard again, the black treacherous eyes widened to the extreme, and tiny fragments of broken glass burst out.

The ink fountain line blocks most of the glass back into the window, and only a very small part of too fine glass slag flies out from the holes in the net.

Chen Ling couldn't dodge it in time, and was touched by the splashing glass. He raised his thumb to wipe his cheek, and a bright red glowed on his fingertips.

"You're bleeding." The baby showed a hungry face, stretched out his face without fear, and the skin that touched the ink fountain line was smoking.

He was not afraid of the pain, the flesh on his cheeks squeezed out from the interlaced squares of the ink fountain lines, fell to the window sill, and glued to each other at an extremely slow speed.

Chen Ling was furious, he didn't even slap someone in the face!Biting the tip of his tongue, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Ah!" The corners of the baby's lips were split, and the blood-splashed eyes burst on the spot, with pus and blood flowing out.

The flailing thing finally had fear, and he quickly fled from the window, crawling violently on the ceiling and walls, his nails viciously scraping the hard barriers.

Chen Ling pursed his lips, resisting the pain on the tip of his tongue, and slightly loosened the strength in his hands.

Just as he was about to slide down, his eyes touched the pieces of meat that were about to stick together on the window sill. His heart sank, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket to wrap the meat, and brought it back to the ground.

Seeing that the new eldest brother had landed safely, Wu Weiwei nervously went up to him, and immediately smelled a stench.

He pinched his nose: "What's the smell?" Within three seconds of disgust, he saw the very small wound on Chen Ling's face.

"Brother Chen, you're injured!" Wu Weiwei carried a band-aid with him, and pulled out a band-aid for Chen Ling to stick on.

Chen Ling was furious, thanked him, turned around and walked into the villa.

When Wu Weiwei and Mr. Gao rushed back, the young man was sitting in front of the coffee table, throwing things into the ashtray.

I saw him holding the talisman paper, and after the faint blue flame burned, he was pressed into the ashtray.

The few pieces in the ashtray were touched by the fire and crackled, and Wu Weiwei suddenly remembered the pork belly that was picked up on bamboo sticks and grilled on the fire during the barbecue.

Mr. Gao pinched his nose: "Mr. Chen, what is this?"

Chen Ling glanced at the direction of the second floor: "Rotten meat."

The talisman fire burned, and a wisp of black smoke drifted out from the carrion, turning into ashes, there was a bang on the second floor, and mournful cries suddenly sounded.

Wu Weiwei stood up in horror, his whole body on guard. He could hear that the thing seemed to be in pain and on the verge of a rage.

Chen Ling fanned it twice with his hands, and the smoke faded.

Mr. Gao was frightened to death, and managed to force a voice out of his throat: "Mr. Chen, what did you burn?"

Chen Ling repeated inexplicably, "Didn't you say it, it's rotten meat."

What's rotten flesh stinks so badly, and goes crazy as soon as the second floor is burned.Mr. Gao muttered to himself, and then saw the young man pointing to the ceiling with his finger.

Wu Weiwei was the first to react, and was stunned in disbelief.

Who in a normal person would grill the meat that fell from a ghost? ? ?

Brother Chen is too cruel!