Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

The three of them regretted it.

Now, not only did he see the female ghost with his own eyes, but he also had such a close contact with the female ghost, but he never had the opportunity to brag to others.

With his bloody mouth open, Alan violently opened Er Gouzi's mouth, mouth to mouth to suck his yang energy completely.

Er Gouzi was thrown aside limply, and the other two bandits were not spared either. All the Yang energy of the three of them was sucked away, leaving only shriveled bodies, like soulless zombies, who were thrown on the willow tree. under the tree.

Er Gouzi's body was still in a hanging posture.

Church underground.

Situ watched the black line gradually change color, becoming black and gray, and punched the void angrily, "Damn it! It failed again!"

"Old Ding, who are you looking for?! Is it reliable, does he want to marry his son a wife!"

Situ has been busy marrying Ah Qiang's family for the past two days, but failed repeatedly, and he was going to have a nervous breakdown.

When I was married to a dead person before, I was never so tired.

How to change careers to work for the living and the dead now, it is so bumpy.

Twice, no!To be exact, it was three times. Before Uncle Jiu and the others went, old man Li almost went to open the door for the female ghost by himself because he did not communicate well with the employer, but was stopped by Situ Yuanyuan.

After failing one after another, no matter how patient Situ was, his whole body would collapse.

Old man Ding was also anxious, and he wanted to take money from Situ after the matter was completed.

What was discussed at the beginning was that the informant could only get the money after the matter was completed, otherwise old man Ding would have turned around and left long ago.

"Don't worry, Boss Hei, I can assure you of this, Ah Qiang's father wants to hug his grandson even in his dreams!"

Old man Ding patted his chest to reassure Situ.

"I think the problem must be with those Taoist priests."

Situ rubbed his chin, his eyes showed a hint of ruthlessness, "Find a few people tomorrow and send them to hell!"

Old man Ding nodded repeatedly, "No problem, I'll let Er Gouzi and the others call more bandits! Dealing with a few Taoist priests is like slaughtering sheep!"

"By the way, Er Gouzi and the others haven't come back yet?" Old man Ding frowned slightly, with an ominous premonition welling up spontaneously.

At this moment, the three incense candles that Situ lit on the altar suddenly went out.

Situ's heart beat wildly a few times, what's going on? !

Has the corpse changed? !
Situ grabbed a talisman vigilantly, and quickly stuck it on the black zombie's body.

Then light the three incense sticks again according to the feeling.

The pitch-black space instantly returned to its dim state.

Taking advantage of the bright light, Situ quickly walked to the table where the practice was performed, and picked up the paper-made woman tied with a red string on the table.

The sudden pain caused Situ to throw the paper figurine on the ground.

Hastily blowing air with his mouth towards the palm of his hand.

"Hiss! It's so painful!" Situ picked up the stick next to him, found two slender sticks, and then pinched the paper figurine that fell on the ground and put it on the making table.

"Damn mother-in-law, I left you outside, right?! Come back to me!"

Situ skillfully re-tied a red string on the table to the paper figurine, then wrapped it around his finger three times, and immediately hooked his finger, but the paper figurine remained motionless, and the red thread fell off the paper figurine strangely. .

"Damn it!"

In order to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere, old man Ding joked beside him, "Isn't it just a ghost? Hehe."

Situ: "... Get out!"

Old man Ding retreated resentfully.

Situ frowned, "No, why is there such a strong yang energy on this paper figurine?"

Shouldn't it be...

Situ looked a little embarrassed, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Old Man Ding, who was still smiling foolishly, trying to curry favor with himself, for fear that he would not give him money.

"Old Ding, how long have those three of your men been gone?"

Lao Ding thought for a while, then smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I left here. It stands to reason that it will be quick to get to Aqiang's house from here. I should be back by now. I may be playing around on the way... Uh, it's okay, Wait for them to come back in a while, and I will teach them a lesson for you!"

Situ's face was stiff, "Maybe, I won't come back."

"What do you mean?" Lao Ding sensed that something was wrong. Although the three bandits were not family members, they were all related, like distant cousins.

If something happened to the three of them, Lao Ding really couldn't bear it.

Originally, everyone came out with him to earn money, and he was the one who fooled the three of them to come and follow him. Now that the money has not been earned, if he really lost his life again, how can he explain to their family members? !
When Lao Ding thought of this, his scalp went numb.

The sound of a rooster crowing was heard in the distance, and it was dawn.

Taojiayao and Ah Qiang's small courtyard spent another night safely in the dark wind.

The old man squatted at the door of the house drinking water, thinking about falling asleep last night, his face was depressed.

I kept blaming myself in my heart, "Hey! It's all my fault, why did you fall asleep? Ah Qiang can't marry a wife, I have a lot of responsibility as a father!"

A few days passed, but the daughter-in-law was still unable to enter the door smoothly, and the old man even began to wonder if God deliberately prevented their family from having a queen.

There was a touch of sadness in my heart.

Looking at the rising sun, but I can't see the hope of the future.

Other people's houses are full of children and grandchildren, and seeing that there is no one under their knees, the elderly will inevitably feel lonely.

Uncle Jiu and Uncle Simu came out of the house, and Wen Cai and A Qiang could be heard chatting in the courtyard from afar.

Wen Cai: "Brother Ah Qiang, I'm not talking about you. People don't have to marry a wife and have children in life. Living alone is also a kind of chic and joyful. Look at me, I never want to marry a wife. I am full and the whole family is not happy." Hungry, how nice, isn't it?"

Ah Qiang sighed quietly, "Hey, this is what my father meant, I really don't care."

Wen Cai, "By the way, brother Aqiang, I want to ask you a more private question. What kind of disease do you have? Is it from that?"

Ah Qiang, a child in the village, looked up at his young and immature face, and asked innocently, "Huh? What aspect?"

"That's it!"

Uncle Jiu took a bowl of rice paste, squatted down next to the old man, and drank it in small sips.

Recently, Qiusheng slept very uncomfortable because he slept with his four-eyed uncle. Every day when he woke up, he found that his whole body was not right, either his arms were numb or his legs were numb, and he was used to taking another samsara sleep in the morning.

Because Han Feng accidentally fell asleep last night, he is hiding in the house and is embarrassed to come out.

Uncle Jiu had been stern-faced all morning, but luckily he saw that Ah Qiang was breathing normally. It seemed that the female ghost hadn't succeeded last night either.

As everyone knows, in fact, the greatest contribution is literary talent.

If Wencai's snoring hadn't seduced the old man to fall asleep with him, I'm afraid drinking rice paste with them in the morning would have added a ghost daughter-in-law.

Han Feng was holding a bowl of rice porridge, and he didn't go out, he just drank it in the house, what Wencai said in the yard made him grin while drinking.

Now Wen Cai can show off in front of the weak, as if he is a master of love!
The topic was all about that, Han Feng thought that Qiusheng was asleep now, or else, with Qiusheng's temperament, he had already held the trumpet and told Wencai that he had never even touched a girl's finger. He stuttered.

Uncle Jiu drank up a bowl of rice porridge. At first, he really couldn't get used to it, but after eating it for two days, Uncle Jiu didn't find it unpalatable.

"Master Dao, how long are you going to stay at my house?" The old man's face was heavy, and Uncle Jiu's heart was like a mirror, but he still yelled at Han Feng who was in the room, "Afeng, come here!"

"Old man, don't worry, we stay here to help you, and we will never harm you. Please believe me on this point."

"In addition, our master and apprentice will not eat and drink for nothing at your house. My apprentice has money, so I will ask him to give you the food expenses for these few days!"

Han Feng walked out in response, "What's wrong, Master?"

"Get me some money."

Han Feng was not short of money, and he only sold a large silver dollar, which made Uncle Jiu dumbfounded.

I thought to myself, you bastard, you can't shoot less, you should really learn from that stingy Wencai.

These two people really should learn from each other's strengths to make up for their weaknesses. Han Feng is a great writer, and Wen Cai is a great stinger.

But the money has already been sold, so Uncle Jiu can't say anything more.

When the old man got the money, he thought it was a dream. Ever since Taojiayao's pottery-making channels were cut off, they hadn't seen such a large denomination of money for a long time.

"Is this really for my old man?"

"Is it too much? Although you have a lot of people, you can't spend so much."