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Chapter 385
"If you are willing to help, that is naturally the best thing."

Hearing a few people speak up, no matter if they are sincere or false, Lin Jiuying will naturally not let this opportunity go.

The scene that happened in the grocery store was somewhat sudden, and he did not expect to encounter such a thing as a ghost playing mahjong before he came here.

Turning her head and glanced at the direction of the mahjong table, Lin Jiuying explained to several people.

"Next, I will open an altar in the grocery store, reason with the ghosts, and see if I can get them to leave the store."

"Then what if these ghosts don't want to leave, Daoist?"

Following the direction Lin Jiuying pointed, he glanced at the direction of the living room.

Because they didn't open their eyes, the Chinese couldn't see the three ghosts in front of the mahjong table, but the atmosphere in front of them was enough to make them tremble with fear.

"So, I need your help in the future. Prepare a bowl of rooster blood and willow branches for me. Let's salute first and then fight. It would be best if everything goes well, but if these ghosts don't want to let go, then don't blame me for not letting go." You're welcome."

Lin Jiuying's words undoubtedly gave them some confidence. They plucked up the courage to look at the old money playing cards on the mahjong table, and asked again hesitantly.

"The Taoist priest, what if you beat these ghosts out of the grocery store and it entangles other shops in our Chinatown?"

They talked about other people in Chinatown, but in fact, they were worried about what to do if they were haunted by ghosts.

"As the saying goes, people are three percent afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are seven percent afraid of people. Generally, only people with extremely bad luck or bad luck will be entangled by ghosts, so you don't have to worry too much. If you are really scared, wait until you deal with it After finishing the work in the grocery store, I will give you a few spells for free, and stick them on the door when you go back, so ordinary ghosts dare not put them on it."

"If so, it would be great."

Hearing Lin Jiuying's reassurance, the Chinese felt relieved, and then hurriedly prepared rooster blood and willow branches according to what he explained.

"Master Dao, wait here for a moment, we will prepare right away."

"Do any of you know where there is a cock?"

"Of course I went to the restaurant to look for it. I remember that Jixianglou has chicken pots. It should be no problem to find them for a bowl of chicken blood."

"If I remember correctly, there are several willow trees beside the Chao Phraya River..."

After a few Chinese from Chinatown left, only Lin Jiuying and Lao Qian were left in the grocery store.

Of course, this is without counting the three ghosts on the mahjong table.

……

"master."

Walking to the mahjong table, Ah Hao stopped and turned to look at Lin Jiuying behind him.

Seeing himself nodded slightly.

Only then did he take a deep breath, stretched out his palm tremblingly and patted Lao Qian's shoulder, swallowed and said, "You're so lucky."

slam-la-

"of course."

In front of the mahjong table, Lao Qian was rubbing the mahjong, and when he heard the voice from above his head, he grinned and replied casually.

"Or, how about counting me in."

"That won't work, I'm lucky, why..."

Hearing that the other party wanted to intervene, Lao Qian himself was a little unhappy. He shook his head and said something, but in the middle of the sentence, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and when he turned around, he saw a young man he didn't know standing Looking behind him, he pulled the corner of his mouth and showed an ugly smile at himself.

"Who are you, why did you appear in my shop?!"

Looking at Ahao standing behind him, Old Qian asked belatedly.

He was obsessed with ghosts, even if he found a stranger in the grocery store, he still didn't want to leave the mahjong table with his hands.

"I came to find you with my master."

At close range, Ah Hao saw the appearance of the three ghosts playing mahjong with Lao Qian more clearly.

From his angle, it can be seen that an aunt with an open head, white brains can still be seen continuously flowing out of the wound on the bloody head, and on the other side, a dark-skinned middle-aged man with a chest pierced Holding a machete, it flickered along with the movement of playing mahjong.

The most exaggerated thing is the old ghost sitting opposite Lao Qian.

With a big mouth, the whole tongue hangs directly on the mahjong table. Every time you rub your palms, the mahjong is stained with saliva on your tongue.

The appearance of the three ghosts in front of them, if Ah Hao hadn't been prepared in his heart, they might have already screamed.

But even so, he regretted it very much at the moment. He knew that after opening his eyes, he could see so clearly, even the appearance of the ghost when he died. He would never let the master open his eyes.

Here, Ah Hao looked at the death of several mahjong ghosts and was speechless.

On the other side, upon hearing his words, Lao Qian, who was sitting at the mahjong table, turned his head with some doubts. Seeing Lin Jiuying standing not far away, his captivated heart seemed to wake up a bit, and he patted himself on the head , Suddenly said: "Look at my memory, I have already agreed to go back to the airport to pick up your master and apprentice, but I accidentally played mahjong and became fascinated, and even forgot about connecting to the machine."

"You are not just as simple as playing mahjong."

Hearing Lao Qian's words, Ah Hao glanced at the three ghosts on the mahjong table, and silently added something in his heart.

"Everyone, why don't we leave today."

After finishing speaking, Lao Qian looked back at the three ghosts in front of the mahjong table, and said.

And as the words of Laoqian Sanji fell, Ah Hao saw with his own eyes the three ghosts who were silently rubbing mahjong on the mahjong table paused, and his whole heart immediately started beating wildly.

"Why, old money, you want to collect the money if you win."

"In order to play mahjong with you, Aunt Tai didn't even go to school after school.

With gloomy faces, they all looked at the old money in front of the mahjong table, and said in a sinister tone.

In Ahao's ears, the voices of the mahjong ghosts were gloomy and terrifying, but in Lao Qian's ears, there seemed to be no problem.

He glanced at the mahjong tiles in his hand with some embarrassment, then looked back at Lin Jiuying who was not far away, and said hesitantly: "This is not a customer from the store. This friend of mine has not seen each other for decades. , This time I finally invited him to Thailand. As the host, I have to say hello. Besides, it is rude enough to forget people at the airport and let them find them by themselves. This time, we can’t keep leaving them aside. Watch me play mahjong with you."

Although Lao Qian's explanation was reasonable, the three ghosts on the mahjong table obviously didn't listen to it.

As his words fell, Ah Hao could clearly see that the expressions on the faces of these ghosts had become more and more gloomy.

(End of this chapter)