His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

In Su Zhe's imagination, the person who does such immoral things should have a cruel face, describe it as wretched, or have a gloomy face, and wily. Timid and humble, the smile he showed after seeing him was even more frightening, as if he was afraid of something.

"Daoist An Xin?" Su Zhe asked suspiciously.

"Yes, yes, it's me." The Daoist An Xin said in a repeated voice, while nodding and bowing, "It's me."

Su Zhe didn't speak, and waited for the next one. Normally, Taoist priests should blow some insider words at this time. Such sensational words as "blood and light disaster" would be thrown out like money. Unexpectedly, Taoist An Xin just looked at him for a long time , no one said anything.

what's the situation?

Su Zhe was completely confused, with his head facing north behind him, he glanced at him and didn't speak. The three of them stared at each other in the hallway. The situation was extremely strange.

"Then what, what do you... think about this wall?" Su Zhe couldn't help breaking the silence.

"This wall?" Taoist An Xin seemed to be frightened, he was stunned for a moment and suddenly said urgently, "Okay, well done! This is so good! Only when we take it down like this can we live in peace of mind!"

Su Zhe:? ? ?

Xiang Bei felt bored and went back to the kitchen early. His dishes were reaching a critical moment and he couldn't let go.

Su Zhe had to be patient and said, "Do you think it's okay?"

"That's right, this wall is not normal at first glance, it's good to tear it down!" Taoist An Xin looked at the door with an old-fashioned and relieved attitude, and immediately returned to his timid look, "That's right, Well, the family still needs to deal with it.”

"Really?" Su Zhe raised his vigilance again, "Do you want to come in and take a look?"

"Is it possible?" Taoist An Xin seemed to be pleasantly surprised, "Then, then I'll go in and have a look."

Su Zhe stepped aside, Taoist An Xin nodded, stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, raised his head and said cautiously: "Do you want to take off your shoes?"

Su Zhe: "...No need."

If everything is really the ghost of this person, it can only profoundly prove the saying that people should not be judged by appearances.

Taoist An Xin nodded again, stepped in and stayed at the door for a while, although he tried his best to conceal it, but the eyes that occasionally looked at the black line still revealed his target.Su Zhe didn't speak, just wanted to see the follow-up, and saw him slowly turning around the room, looking here and there, his eyes still kept aiming at the black line at the door, and he seemed to have given up in the end, until He stood in the living room staring at the door in a daze.

"Master Dao, is there something wrong here?" Su Zhe took the initiative to speak again.

"No, no!" Taoist An Xin seemed to be frightened, and said loudly, "No, everything is fine!"

"Then what happened to the murder case in this house?" Su Zhe reminded, "I've been living here without peace of mind. I have nightmares and there are people on the outside wall. Do you know what's going on?"

Taoist An Xin was already sweating profusely at this moment, his eyes were wandering, his expression almost had the four characters "ghost in his heart" written on his face.

Seeing this, Su Zhe couldn't help but frown. What's the matter? If the murderer really came to the place where the crime happened, this reaction is not too strange.

"Taoist, you..." Su Zhe only wanted to push this matter forward, he doubted that Taoist An Xin could stand in place all night.

Unexpectedly, Taoist An Xin trembled all over his body, and the way he looked at Su Zhe changed, that is, he was a little angry but also fierce, and his voice also raised: "I, I'm right! It's not my fault! I, I also I want to correct it! If I think about it, I won’t be allowed to come, and I can’t help it! I don’t want to do this!”

Su Zhe was confused: "What are you talking about?"

Taoist An Xin yelled suddenly, took out a stack of yellow paper from his pocket, clapped his hands together, clapped the yellow paper in his palms, quickly said something in his mouth, pouted and blew—Puh!

The narration box appeared very thoughtfully: The next Hornets battle is not to be missed.

Before Su Zhe could react, he saw those yellow papers floating in the air and turned into a large swarm of wasps, rushing towards them buzzingly. He swiftly turned his head to avoid the initial attack, rushed into the kitchen, and returned Take the door.

A thumping sound came from the other side of the door. It's not a wasp, it's a bullet!

Su Zhe was holding the kitchen door firmly, turned his head, and found that Xiang Bei was wearing an apron, holding a spoon, and was staring intently at the soup pot. He said angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Fill for oil." Xiang Bei said without raising his head, "The pork ribs here are too oily. I have been picking them for a long time, and the quality of the pork ribs is not very good. I don't know what kind of pig it is. The oil has too much influence on the taste of the soup. Now, the oil has to be skimmed out."

"Oh." Su Zhe wasn't annoyed either, as long as it was stained with cooking, it was unreasonable to go north, not to mention that when this kind of soup was about to be cooked, he looked around the kitchen and happened to see a bottle of white wine, grabbed it and asked , "Is there a lighter?"

Xiang Bei casually said, "It's on the microwave."

Su Zhe took a sip of white wine and put it in his mouth, then went to hold the lighter in his hand, and suddenly found that he had no hands to open the door, so he kicked Xiang Bei helplessly, and when he turned around, he kicked the door again, Xiang Bei was a little impatient He opened the door abruptly, watched the wasp come dancing wildly, pressed the lighter and sprayed white wine over the flame——

boom!

A large ball of fire appeared in the air, and then turned into pieces of black ash and fell to the ground. In the living room not far away, Taoist An Xin stood dumbfounded, holding a large pile of yellow paper talismans in trembling hands.

Su Zhe took a few sips, his arrogance surged, he wiped his mouth and was about to beat up Taoist An Xin, when out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Xiang Bei who stood aside and stared wide-eyed.

Xiang Bei: "What are you doing?"

Su Zhe: "Destroy the wasps, he used yellow paper to turn a group of wasps out, isn't paper afraid of fire?"

Xiang Bei: "Paper is also afraid of water, why don't you splash water?"

Su Zhe: "..."

Xiang Bei: "Besides, paper wasps are not fatal, so why not just hit that guy? I don't think he looks like he can be hit."

Su Zhe squirmed his lower lip, and whispered, "I'm not injured, am I?"

Xiang Bei raised his voice: "Being injured doesn't stop you from spraying big fireballs! You even know to ask me to open the door! Are you afraid of setting the kitchen on fire?"

Su Zhe: "..."

To be honest, this is the first time I have used this hand since I learned it. It is a rare opportunity, and it is so appropriate, but it is a pity that it was not photographed.

At this moment, Daoist An Xin suddenly screamed, covered his head and knelt down, the yellow paper was scattered all over the floor, he cried and howled: "I didn't want to! I didn't want to do this! It's not my fault, no It's none of my business! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't want to!"

There is really no excuse for this reaction. I am afraid that this haunted house started from Taoist An Xin. Next, Su Zhe heard a bizarre story.