C7 Fake Taoist Meets a Real Female Ghost

"Aiyo, my Master Zhang, what happened to you? This is the tempo of death! "

Fatty Wang looked at Zhang Jiu's abnormally aged face. This guy might have had a good relationship with Zhang Jiu, to say such a thing the moment he opened his mouth.

Zhang Danian looked at Fatty Wang strangely.

After clearly seeing his appearance, his face clearly revealed an expression of "a fat sheep delivered to the door", swaying his legs, and swaying back and forth.

He acted like he was pretending and sighed, "Alas, Time is a pig slaughtering knife!"

I looked at him with disdain.

Perhaps it was because the prison food was not tasty, and the days inside the prison were tough, so he aged quickly.

You see, this hair was shaved off by the Pig Slaughtering Knife.

Zhang Nian didn't want to get entangled with the fact that his hair was bald. He just wanted to find a "job" and earn some nutrition.

"You must be here to tell your fortune. En … "I will calculate with a pinch of my fingers …"

Zhang Nian crossed his legs and pinched his fingers, then started chattering.

From Fatty Wang's point of view, he was definitely chanting an incantation. However, what he heard was "I am just a spring onion standing in the rain. Whoever wants to dip me in soy sauce, I will destroy their ancestors!"

I broke out in a cold sweat.

This guy was truly a godly person.

"Mm, I've calculated it!"

At this point, Zhang Danian raised his head and stared at me. Then, he even used a pirated Cantonese language and boasted, "Oh my god, you must be tired of living. You must be tired of living."

When Fatty Wang heard this, he hurriedly winked at me, indicating that he was accurate, right? Moreover, he was indeed the master of feng shui in Hong Kong.

I broke out in a cold sweat as I asked Zhang Dayan, "What exactly is going on?"

"You've been haunted! Uncle's over ten years old, you can't speak carelessly ~" "Ah Nianlang, don't you think it's been bad luck recently?"

When Zhang Jiu said that, I was really stunned by him.

He thought to himself, this old thing really has some skills.

But thinking about it, something didn't seem right!

If Fatty Wang came to tell his fortune, why would he bring me here?

Since he was here, he must have brought a friend here to tell his fortune. This old thing also knows psychology.

Moreover, "you are in the dark, unlucky".

This was also a line of psychology, one that was used at the beginning of every fortune-telling.

It must be bad luck. They would only look for Feng Shui sir if they were unlucky. Who wanted to be rich or rich? Why would they look for them?

Thinking of this, the more I look at Zhang Dayan's eyes, the more I feel like a "godly person"!

"Emma, Master Zhang, you're absolutely right! My brother has been pestered by a female ghost recently, if you have any ideas, you can help him drive her away. Oh, yes! "If you can send that ghost girl back to her reincarnation, that would be for the best. Don't kill her until her soul is shattered, my brother won't be able to be human in the future." As Fatty Wang spoke, he saw me staring at him and didn't forget to add the last sentence.

Zhang Danian immediately patted his chest and guaranteed that there would be no problems!

Of course, he also had to add something. It would take a lot of energy to defeat demons and exterminate devils, and he needed to make up for it.

To put it bluntly, he wanted money.

I don't have any money anyway, so if I take it out all over my body, it'll probably be whiter than shit.

Fatty Wang was truly loyal. He patted his chest as he handed over the thousand yuan.

Then Zhang Yinian took us into his run-down apartment, which was dirty, and I saw a bunch of magazines on the floor that weren't suitable for children.

I think the old thing is quite rich ah, Laozi is still a "boy chicken," this guy has the money to find "brothel girl" every day.

As a result, when I saw Zhang Dajian's wife, I understood!

A tycoon, this guy was definitely a tycoon.

Fatty Wang was either blind or ignored him as he sat down on the bed. There was a clatter as he jumped up in fright and screamed, "What is it?"

I broke out in a cold sweat and spoke frankly to Fatty. You brat, you've gotten into big trouble. You murdered Master Zhang's wife!

Fatty Wang stared blankly for a moment. Then, he lifted the quilt to look at it. It was filled with air. It was still the cheapest kind, with a thin skin, it exploded upon sitting.

That's why I said this guy's rich and willful, awesome!

Zhang Dayan's weakness was pierced, but a godly stick was a godly stick. This person's skin was thick enough to defend against a "armor piercing bullet."

"This is a puppet, the method is indispensable. Remember to compensate me. Alright, let's cut the crap and start now … I'm going to do it. "Yiya, ya, ya ~, be careful."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Danian was trembling like a mad pig, chanting something in his hands.

After searching for a "Heavenly Master Robe" that had been stored for who knows how many years and had both become moldy and had two large holes in it, this fellow stayed at the same spot as if he was a God.

He recited the words again, and became a God again.

In the end, in order to "act out" the truth, the guy had us all shun him. Then, he started to fight with the ghost girl.

Fatty Wang also said that a thousand yuan was already a kind price.

You see, it's the right thing to do.

I said yes, a thousand dollars. He could have won the Academy Award.

You see, jumping up and down, pinching your neck and pulling your ears.

Emma, look, there's white foam coming out of your mouth.

Tsk tsk, this performance was too exquisite. Even her mouth was spitting out blood.

I said that he was too wasteful that day to be an actor.

But as I was talking, I realized that something was wrong!

"Whooosh."

This cheap rented room was cold and humid, because the house was immediately in the dark. In just a short while, waves of chilly wind blew, causing the door of the room to creak loudly.

Zhang Nian's right hand was around his neck while his left hand was clutching his right hand. His face was filled with pain. In his mouth, he was actually spitting blood.

"Damn, Fatty, we're going to die!" I shouted.

Fatty Wang also reacted.

In the rented room, the air seemed to freeze at that moment, and we felt goosebumps all over our bodies. Even the air we exhaled while talking was puffing out white smoke.

I knew that "the fake Li Kui met the real Li Kui".

Dajun was a fake Taoist, but I had a real ghost girl on me.

Now, he's faking it by trying to get that ghost wife of mine. It would be weird if Chen Yingying didn't risk her life to fight him.

Fatty Wang and I had no time to be afraid. We immediately rushed forward, wanting to pry his hand away. If this continued, even if this old thing didn't die, it would still be strange.

"Bang bang!"

However, Fatty Wang had rushed over, and in the midst of the pain, his hands and feet were flailing about. He was constantly struggling as he opened up his leg and kicked at Fatty Wang's body. Fatty Wang was sent flying on the spot.