magic stick labor contract

Zhang Jiu felt that he was very unlucky. Today, he was slapped in the face for his brave actions on the road. He went to a rich family to catch ghosts, but was kicked out by the owner of the house as a magic stick.

Zhang Jiu said that this is just the beginning of his unique exorcism, and 80.00% of the exorcism work can be solved by taking two shots or two kicks.

Zhang Jiu walked out of the mansion dejectedly, but the old housekeeper chased him out. He apologized to Zhang Jiu embarrassingly, and said, "Mr. Zhang, my husband is just a bit difficult to get along with. In fact, he is very nice. Don't take offense."

As he spoke, he took out an envelope and said, "This is the fee for exorcising evil spirits."

Zhang Jiu's eyes widened immediately, and he caught the envelope with joy. Although he was kicked out, the old housekeeper was pretty good.

Zhang Jiu went home by car, opened the envelope and counted, and there were ten red notes. A rich man is a rich man, and he didn't exorcise the evil spirits, so he gave ten red notes.

This time the harvest was quite fruitful, and Zhang Jiu’s labor expenses have been paid for for a week and a half. I feel that this trip is worthwhile, but the house is really strange. It turns out that such a beautiful yang energy comes from a tall man with a cold face. , and the coffin of the newly dead person does not have the yin energy of the soul, which is really unimaginable.

Zhang Jiu went home by car, and as soon as he entered the community, he heard Er Mao's tender voice shouting downstairs: "My lord! My lord is finally back, and the hot pot has been opened three times!"

Zhang Jiu: "..."

Zhang Jiu raised his head helplessly to say hello, Bai Bai was still sitting by the window, with no expression on his indifferent face, San Fen also walked to the window at this time, as if he was talking to Er Mao, Er Mao ran away obediently Yes, I should wash my hands.

When I went upstairs, when I opened the door, I was greeted by the smell of hot pot. Although eating hot pot on a hot day was a little hot, Zhang Jiutian was not afraid of the heat. After all, his constitution was too cloudy, and his stomach was already hungry, so he ran over immediately and sat down. eat.

Er Mao pouted and said, "My lord, you didn't wash your hands! Dirty!"

Zhang Jiu put the mutton roll into his mouth and ate it, and said with a smile, "Maoer, this is called a pure man. He doesn't care about trifles. If he washes his hands every day, he is not a pure man."

Er Mao scratched his soft hair in confusion, then turned to San Fen and said seriously: "San Fen is not a pure man."

Three points: "..."

San Fen smiled and said to Zhang Jiu: "My lord, Er Mao is still young, don't teach him wrong cognition."

Zhang Jiu said: "It's not young, it's hundreds of years old, it's just that it's young."

Bai Bai didn't say a word from the beginning to the end. Zhang Jiu picked up a chopstick of meat for him, knowing that he likes meat, Bai Bai still had a cold face, but said "thank you".

The four of us sat together to eat, and the food was too hot, so we turned on the air conditioner. When we were eating, we heard a "pop!", and the room became dark, and the electric hot pot stopped working. tripped!

It was dark all around, and I couldn't see anything clearly. Fortunately, I had already had enough food. Bai Bai went out to check the switch, and came back soon, saying: "The switch is good, it must be a circuit failure."

Zhang Jiu rubbed his raised stomach and said, "Forget it, anyway, it's getting late, I'm going to bed."

Ermao floated up and said, "My lord, it's your turn to do the dishes today."

Zhang Jiu suddenly felt lazy and cancer, and said: "The room is so dark, if something falls, it will be bad. I will call again tomorrow morning, and I will definitely do it!"

As Zhang Jiu said, he couldn't wait to go to sleep. He ran to several places today, mostly for filming, and only one at night was to exorcise evil spirits. I was sleepy and fell asleep within 2 minutes.

When sleeping until midnight, suddenly a cold wind came in, Zhang Jiu shrunk his neck, thinking that it was still so cold in summer, but Zhang Jiu couldn't be shaken when he slept, and he didn't even have the slightest intention to wake up.

When he was sleeping soundly, he heard a "click!", and the hanging lamp in the bedroom suddenly lit up, and the pale white incandescent bulb emitted a pale light.

Zhang Jiu woke up immediately, rubbed his eyes, and found that there was a call. Although it was midnight, but the power went out before, and he forgot to turn off the light.

Zhang Jiushun was about to turn off the lights and continue sleeping when he heard the voice of "Gudu Gudu... Gudu... Gudu..." from the living room.

Zhang Jiu was sleepy, wondering if the hot pot was not turned off?There is a call right now, and I can't cook the hot pot overnight, so there won't be a fire.

Zhang Jiu could only get up from the bed, without glasses, and walked out half asleep with his eyes squinted. As soon as he stepped into the living room, he immediately felt something was wrong.

A great gloom filled the living room. The lights were not turned on in the dark living room, and a cool moonlight leaked from the window. A figure was sitting at the table, his hands were stretched and stretched, and his movements were very strange. with a certain frequency.

Stretch, shrink...

Stretch, shrink...

Zhang Jiu suddenly woke up more than half of the dream, but he couldn't see clearly without wearing glasses. The person sitting in front of his living room was definitely not his three shikigami, but the lonely ghost who ran into his house!

Zhang Jiu flicked on the light in the living room, and at the same time Bai Bai and San Fen both noticed the movement and rushed out.

As soon as the light in the living room was turned on, Zhang Jiu saw a strange scene...

In the living room of his house, there are one hundred and one blue-faced fangs, showing a vigilant look, squinting three-pointed eyes, and it seems that they are also vigilant.

There is an extra person in the living room, it should be said that there is an extra ghost. That ghost looks not young, and he looks like 80 years old. He is wearing a brown cardigan, and there is a finger on each thumb of both hands. It looks very valuable. The outfit is particularly stylish, and this old man...

This old ghost was sitting in the living room of his house, holding a pair of new chopsticks, stretching and stretching the mutton slices into the hot pot.

Zhang Jiu: "..."

Zhang Jiu almost spewed blood into the hot pot. Why are wild ghosts like this now, running to someone's house to eat hot pot in the middle of the night? !

The atmosphere was a bit frozen, Bai Bai and San Fen didn't expect it to be like this, Er Mao came out holding a bear doll, wearing bear pajamas, rubbing his eyes, and said, "Huh? Are you going to start eating hot pot again? My belly My stomach is full and I can't eat anymore."

Zhang Jiu: "..."

Ermao looked at Zhang Jiu and said, "My lord, have you adopted another shikigami? This time it's an old man, but at this age, it's not good for you to exploit him for work, isn't it?"

Zhang Jiu: "..."

Zhang Jiu was about to be choked to death by Ermao, rubbed his temples, and said, "This is not my shikigami."

He said, took his own glasses and put them on, stared at the old man for a long time, and said, "Who are you, why did you run into someone's house in the middle of the night?"

The old man didn't look like a ghost either, he put down his chopsticks, looked very amiable, and said, "Young man, I came back with you."

His words confused Zhang Jiu, Zhang Jiu didn't remember what ghost he brought back.

The old man said: "The old man's surname is Duanmu."

When Zhang Jiu heard this, he was startled and said, "Duanmu?"

He seemed to remember that the rich man who exorcised evil spirits at night was named Duanmu, and his old man had just passed away.

Zhang Jiu couldn't help but look at the old man twice, no wonder there was no yin in the coffin, it turned out that the old man had already run out of the coffin.

Because old man Duanmu is a newly-dead ghost, he is still a little confused, just like all newly-dead ghosts.

Mr. Duanmu said that he had indeed died a normal death. People who lived in their eighties and nearly 90 years old were considered to have lived enough. Moreover, Mr. Duanmu had been making a lot of money all his life, so it was worth it. He didn't have any complaints. Just laying in the coffin, waiting for the first seven days to follow the ghost messenger to report to the underworld.

However, something strange happened...

Mr. Duanmu said: "I was lying in the coffin, but I heard the sound of 'dongdong...dongdong...'."

Er Mao hugged the little bear doll tightly in his hand, and said tremblingly, "It's so scary..."

Zhang Jiu said speechlessly: "Be more dedicated, you are also the second god of the eighth-level Zhang Tianshi, and you are already a ghost, so you are afraid of ghost stories?"

San Fen thoughtfully hugged Er Mao, let Er Mao sit in his arms, Er Mao arched into his arms, Zhang Jiu clearly saw San Fen's gentlemanly smile, but he patted Er Mao's little butt lightly, It's a beast in clothes!

Mr. Duanmu continued: "I don't know what that sound was, but then..."

Then the sound sounded again, and on the second night, after the sound, the coffin was closed perfectly, but something got in!

Mr. Duanmu was a little scared when he recalled it, and said: "I don't know what those things are. They are so dark that I can't see their faces. They were able to get in through the coffin boards and reach out to grab me."

When Mr. Duanmu rolled up his sleeves, he could see bloodstains on his wrists, which looked black, but turned out to be traces of curse marks.

According to the words of old man Duanmu, those dark things that cannot see their faces should be a kind of ghost attendant, just like shikigami, but there is an essential difference. Ghost attendants are fed with the yang energy of living people. God forbids attacking the living and absorbing the yang energy of the living.

The ghost servant needs to be raised, someone is definitely instigating it behind the scenes, someone is stealing the soul of old man Duanmu...

Zhang Jiu narrowed his eyes, feeling that this matter was a little different.

Mr. Duanmu said: "Those black-faced guys grabbed me and wanted to drag me out of the coffin, but at this time there were voices of living people outside, and it was very chaotic. I saw the housekeeper, and he led people to open the coffin. This opportunity ran out. Later, I never dared to go back, and I found that after I ran out of the coffin, I couldn’t go back. There was an indescribable force blocking me in the place where I had been living. I have been wandering outside for a long time, hiding here and there, afraid that those black-faced guys will appear again... I saw you tonight, young man, and I really couldn't help it, and I heard your conversation with the housekeeper. help me?"

Zhang Jiu thought for a while and said, "The blocking power that I can feel should come from your grandson."

Grandpa Duanmu was stunned for a moment, and said, "My grandson?"

Zhang Jiu nodded, and said, "That's right, that tall one, wearing a black suit, with a cold face and a straight mouth, like this, looks quite upright, the one the housekeeper calls Young Master."

Grandpa Duanmu immediately said, "Yes, it's him, it's my grandson, it's Jin Yang."

Zhang Jiu said: "He has a lot of yang energy. You are already a ghost. You only have yin energy on your body. You will definitely not be able to go back."

Mr. Duanmu said: "Then... what should we do then?"

Zhang Jiu said: "Although you have encountered some things, if your soul is out of your body before the first seven days, even if you are a lonely ghost, the ghost messengers in the underworld don't care whether you are forced out of your body or not. Normal reincarnation."

Mr. Duanmu was a little stunned, he didn't understand these things, and said: "But I have never done anything bad in my life, and I have never done anything wrong with my heart. Is there no other way?"

The silent one hundred suddenly said in a cold voice: "There is a way."

Old Man Duanmu looked at him immediately, and said in a calm voice, "Before the first seven days, just send your soul back to the body, that's all."

Mr. Duanmu was obviously very happy, Zhang Jiu was a little embarrassed, and said, "Wait, how do I get this?"

Zhang Jiu is a celestial master. Although he can exorcise evil spirits and send his soul back into the coffin, he only needs to use some tricks to avoid the yang energy of Duanmu Jinyang's paralyzed face for a short time. Mr. Duanmu went back.

Although it was the home of old man Duanmu, ordinary people couldn't see ghosts. Zhang Jiu had already been kicked out. Duanmu Jinyang didn't believe in evil. Could it be that he wanted to sneak into the house?

Zhang Jiu felt that this question was too difficult. After all, he was not a master of martial arts.

Mr. Duanmu smiled suddenly, looking confident, like an old fritter in the business field, and said, "Young man, you should be in charge of business, right?"

Zhang Jiu nodded suspiciously, of course he accepted the business.

Mr. Duanmu said: "Then I'll ask you to send me back, this is the deal..."

As he spoke, he turned his head and picked up the two-page resume that fell on the floor, which was used when Zhang Jiu planned to interview.

Mr. Duanmu said: "The chief Fengshui master of Qianmu Group resigned in two months, now it should be time for formal recruitment... Young man, if you promise to send me back, I can help you apply successfully."

Zhang Jiu's eyes lit up immediately, shining brightly, and said, "Really?"

Mr. Duanmu said: "Of course it is true. Although I have become a ghost, it just so happens that I am the first director of this company, and now the director is my grandson Duanmu Jinyang. Jinyang is my grandson, who was brought up by me since he was a child. Big one, I know exactly what he likes, not to mention the chief Feng Shui master, even if you want to interview my grandson-in-law, you will definitely succeed."

Zhang Jiu immediately slapped the table, and said boldly: "I have made a deal with you, old man, and we have a happy cooperation. Don't worry, I will send you back regardless of whether it is a mountain of swords or a sea of ​​fire!"

San Fen smiled and said, "My lord, be more reserved."

Er Mao hugged the little bear doll and muttered, "Isn't the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire in the [-]th floor of hell? My lord didn't send Grandpa there, why did he go to the mountain of fire and sea of ​​swords?"

one hundred:"……"

Mr. Duanmu: "..."

Zhang Jiu: "..."

Zhang Jiu is about to get a stable job, and he no longer has to go to the station to post small advertisements, chief Feng Shui master, what an honor that is.

Zhang Jiu was still excited, but Er Mao rubbed his eyes again, and said seriously: "There is more... Do you want to interview the grandpa's granddaughter-in-law? My lord is so kind, you are finally getting married."

Zhang Jiu: "If Ermao doesn't complain, will you die?!"

Ermao said sincerely, "My lord, I'm already dead."

Zhang Jiu: "..."