Raising ghosts is risky

As night fell and Shuiyue's family closed down, Xing Zhan left a lamp to illuminate a corner on the second floor.

The table was covered with written talisman seals, the red cinnabar looked like dried blood under the light, and the twisted gestures formed strange symbols, which looked both mysterious and strange.

Xing Zhan was sitting in front of the table, pressing the talisman paper with one hand, and holding a brush dipped in cinnabar in the other, and wrote down a stroke calmly. With the light movement of his arm and the rotation of his wrist, a strange-looking talisman was completed.

Putting down the pen, Xing Zhan picked up the talisman, admired himself, and smiled at Gong Mu, revealing his true colors: "How is it! My ghost painting talisman is not bad! Does it look real?"

Gong Mu could only express his mood by squinting.

"I think I have the demeanor of a master, do you have it!" Xing Zhan was very proud, and put the written "Fu Zhuan" aside to dry.

It was agreed to open the altar and do it in a decent way. He specifically asked Song Youxuan what props they usually need to cast spells. As a result, Song Youxuan said that he didn't need any external objects when he was practicing.

How can this work?How can there be no special effects to show the master's strength?How can you get someone to pay you obediently?

So Xing Zhan ran to buy some glutinous rice, blank talisman paper and cinnabar based on his experience in reading novels and his own imagination, and drew and wrote in the tea house by himself.The one given to Wang Chunxu during the day today is Master Xing's masterpiece. He gave it to Cang Bo in advance. After Cang Bo went out, he didn't go to Song Youxuan at all. come out.

Xing Zhan rubbed his wrist and picked up the brush again. There was a notebook in front of him, and the screen was full of all kinds of talisman patterns that he had searched for. He stared at it for a long time: "Xiao Cang, come and help me change it. Click on the picture, I'm tired of drawing."

"Oh, here we come!" Cang Bo replied, but did not move.

The table in front of him was also covered with money, and he was holding a stack of hundred-yuan bills and counting excitedly: "27, 28, 29..."

"Come here quickly! I can't call you anymore, can I?"

"32, 23, 24...Huh? Oh, Brother Zhan, what are you arguing about, I counted wrong again!" Cang Bo complained and jogged over to refresh a page on the computer.

Gong Mu cast another contemptuous look, not understanding why Cang Bo, who was born as a serious celestial master, wanted to help Xing Zhan draw counterfeit talisman seals.

"What are you counting? What's there to count?"

"Don't you want to count how much money he gave?"

The cash on the table was all cash brought by Wang Chunxu, which was just taken out from the bank, in neat bundles.

"Do you still need to count? There are ten bundles of 10 yuan in a bundle of [-] yuan, and you can tell at a glance. Besides, if you are afraid of a small number or counterfeit currency, I have a cash machine at the cashier downstairs. Just one more time? Are you an elm head?"

"Brother Zhan, are you kidding me? Look at me counting for a long time and don't tell me earlier?" After working for a long time, it was all in vain, and Cang Bo was about to cry because of his stupidity.

"I thought you were obsessed with the fun of counting money, how can a kind person like me deprive you of the fun?" Xing Zhan smiled wickedly.

Cang Bo curled his lips, but he was happy again when he saw a table full of money: "There is one hundred thousand! One hundred thousand! How do you want to spend this much money?"

Xing Zhan grabbed a stack and snorted coldly: "How to spend it? The money is stained with blood, can't you see it?"

"Hey? Is there blood?" Cang Bo went to look for eye drops in his backpack again.

"Take the money away, I'm useful, you see what you look like spread all over the table!"

"Is 10 yuan enough?" Gong Mu asked quietly.

"How is it possible? 10 yuan is just the starting fee."

Cang Bo: "Who are you talking to?"

Xing Zhan hooked his fingers at Cangbo: "How much money did Wang Chunxu extort from the hospital?"

Cang Bo said seriously: "30."

"So, you plan to bring all the 30?" Gong Mu said.

"How is it possible? How can I be so greedy, about 60 or [-] would be enough, I was moved to tears by my generosity."

Cang Bo: "Who are you talking to?"

Xing Zhan folded the talisman seals into a pile, put away the talisman paper and cinnabar, and sighed: "Xiao Cang, you should obey your ancestor's words obediently, and don't be a celestial master. The ancestor didn't reward you for this meal." ah."

"I'm talented! It's just that my sensitivity to spirit bodies is relatively weak, and people always have shortcomings!" Cang Bo defended unconvinced, and suddenly realized what Xing Zhan called him just now, "You, you said, what? , so old ancestor..."

"Isn't it?" Xing Zhan looked at him leisurely.

Cang Bo wanted to hide it again, but after being stared at for a while, he couldn't stand it, and deflated like a leaky balloon: "You can see this, but he is actually my great-uncle. Because he He is a well-behaved person, so he looks very young, if I call him great uncle, it will be troublesome to be heard by others, so I will tell outsiders that he is my eldest brother."

Xing Zhan touched the bead string on his wrist: "You are always Mr. Song's elder and Mr. Song's shorter. In your opinion, is it your uncle who is stronger or Master Song?"

"That must be my great uncle!" Cang Bo said without hesitation, "My great uncle is a once-in-a-thousand-year genius of the Qingxuan sect! His Taoism is the highest I have ever seen and heard! It is still recorded in the sect's classics. Look at the monster he killed when he was young! Brother Zhan, please don’t tell anyone, if Grand Uncle knows that I mentioned him to others, he will definitely be angry.”

"Who can I tell?" Xing Zhan waved his hand, "Okay, go back quickly, don't rely on me."

Cang Bo left reluctantly, Xing Zhan packed up and prepared to rest.

The air conditioner in the hut has not been repaired yet, Xing Zhan is not in a hurry at all, one person and one ghost are lying on the bed, Xing Zhan only feels extremely cool and saves money, it is the first time he finds out that it is a good thing to raise a ghost.

"Should we let them come back early today?" Gong Mu asked.

He was referring to He Wenbin and Mrs. Qian. When it got dark, the two ghosts went to haunt Wang Chunxu again, but tonight Gong Mu asked them to only make noise at the door and not enter.

Xing Zhan yawned: "Come back early, the key is tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Tomorrow will the surname Wang come to ask Song Youxuan to help him exorcise ghosts?"

"He will definitely not come tomorrow." Xing Zhan asserted, "I have seen a lot of people like him, sitting on the sidelines, short-sighted. If he suffers more, I will let him send the money himself."

"what are you going to do?"

"Tomorrow night, can you recruit more ghosts and go to Wang Chunxu's house?"

There were at least two ghosts, and Wang Chunxu was scared out of his wits. If there were more wild ghosts making trouble, wouldn't it be hell?

Gong Mu glanced at him sideways: "Now you are more and more casual in arousing me."

"I'm also exorcising ghosts." Xing Zhan rubbed his chin and chuckled, "Exorcising."

As Xing Zhan expected, there was no news from Wang Chunxu the next day, as if there was no encounter with a ghost at all, and he didn't even say hello.

In the evening, according to Xing Zhan's plan, Gong Mu drove all the wandering ghosts to Wang Chunxu's house, sneaked in through the cracks in his door, and came out through the windows.

In the early morning of the third day, when Xing Zhan came back from the park, he saw a person curled up in front of Shuiyue's house from a distance.

Wang Chunxu's eyes were black and blue, his eyes were out of focus, and he was not too dirty, sitting on the ground like a beggar.

Xing Zhan adjusted his expression, and greeted him with a smile on his face: "Mr. Wang, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Chunxu raised his head weakly, got up tremblingly, and still had a bag in his hand: "Brother Xing... Where is Master Song?"

Just when Xing Zhan wanted to appease him first, Song Youxuan appeared in sight.

On the deserted street, he held an umbrella alone, coming slowly like a wisp of graceful smoke.