Shanhai Folklore Research Institute

"Master!" The young man threw Shen Qiming away with his arm, and carefully went to help the people in the car.

At the age of 50, he wears a black Tang suit embroidered with golden dragons. He is slightly fat and looks at people with two big nostrils.

At this time Bian Changfeng came over, poked Wu Ting with his finger, and asked in a voice that everyone could hear: "Who is this bald head?"

Wu Ting moved towards the little assistant in distaste: "How do I know?"

"Have eyes but don't know Mount Tai." The black and thin boy's face was full of contempt.

"These two are Xuanjizi, a well-known master of mystical arts in Hong Kong Island, and his apprentice Zhang Maocai. It is said that the teacher is from the lineage of Master Zhang Tianshi of Longhushan, and his Taoism is profound and powerful!"

Shen Qiming lowered his voice and introduced mysteriously. Hearing this, the flat-like chest of the black and thin boy suddenly stood out even higher. Lin Mian believed that if he had a tail, he would have been raised to the sky by now.

"Mr. Shen still believes in metaphysics?" Lin Mian looked strange.

Shen Qiming rubbed his hands in embarrassment: "That's not true. My mother met Xuanjizi when she was doing business on Hong Kong Island. She happened to be in Chuancheng recently. When she knew something strange happened in my family, she came to help me."

"Didn't my master say that he would take care of it for you? Why did you invite someone else?" Zhang Maocai said displeasedly, sweeping around everyone in the living room.

Xuanjizi kept his hands behind his back and didn't say a word, showing a superior demeanor.

"These are the leaders of the public sector. They came to investigate." Shen Qiming smiled, looked at Wu Ting, then at Bian Changfeng, and finally at Xuanjizi.

Emma, ​​I can't offend anyone, he is a grandson!

Zhang Maocai snorted when he heard the words, obviously he didn't pay attention to the identities of the "career editors" of these people, and wanted to say something more, so Wu Ting said: "Now that everyone is here, can we talk about things?"

Wu Ting handed the black tea to Lin Mian, and his tone was neither serious nor urgent, but it made Zhang Maocai tremble inexplicably, and he didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little cold.

Shen Qiming was reminded by him and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes."

In the [-]s, Hong Kong Island was full of gold, and Shen Qiming's parents, like all smart businessmen, caught up with the trend of the times and went there to develop, so he was born on Hong Kong Island.

In the past two years, the mainland has been developing rapidly. Father Shen took a fancy to the mainland market and returned to Sichuan City. The original property has been sold out, so he simply bought this manor left over from the period of the Republic of China, planning to bring the family over after the settlement is settled.

As a result, within two days, Shen Qiming received the notice that his father was seriously ill, and he was immediately overwhelmed with surprise. Shen's father has always been in good health, especially when he has money, he pays more attention to maintenance. How could it be possible to just say that he is sick?

He comforted his elderly Shen mother, and came to Sichuan City Hospital to visit his father alone, but he heard his father said that there was something wrong with the newly bought manor.

As a new socialist youth, Shen Qiming has also studied abroad, so he naturally doesn't believe in such ghosts and ghosts. He suspects that his father is getting confused and delusional because of his old age.

As a result, on the first night of living in the manor, he understood that the old man's mental state was very good, and he was the one who was taught to be a man.

"In the middle of the night, there was an earthquake. Oh, it wasn't an earthquake. It was the house shaking. The paintings on the wall, the lamp on the bedside table, and the vase on the table all fell off. I also heard a little girl laughing."

Shen Qiming's face turned pale, apparently the experience of that night had left an indelible and terrifying impression on him, he picked up the black tea in front of him and drank it down, hesitant to say anything, he really wanted to tell him that he just drank it of.

"I thought someone was messing with me." Shen Qiming calmed down a little, and he was a little embarrassed when he said this, "Rich people like us are, how to put it, quite easy to be hurt..."

Lin Mian looked at his arm thicker than her own thigh, and thought that it would be very difficult to hurt you.

Shen Qiming scratched his head and continued: "Such as being kidnapped and blackmailed, writing an anonymous letter to threaten, etc., I really thought it was this kind of prank at first, so I followed the girl's laughter to find it, and it turned out..."

"What?" Xu Shan asked subconsciously, his voice had a strange soothing effect.

Shen Qiming swallowed, and turned his gaze to him: "It turns out that the laughter actually came from the painting, but I was quite frightened, so I drove out to find a hotel that night."

"Originally there were cleaning and cooking aunts in the manor, but because of frequent strange incidents, these people were afraid of getting into trouble, so they couldn't wait to resign and left without asking for wages." Shen Qiming's fat head drooped, his whole body People are downcast.

"Do weird things only happen at night?" Xuanjizi took out a compass from the suitcase he carried with him, and walked two steps in the living room decently, with his sparse eyebrows deeply frowned.

Shen Qiming nodded.

"There is indeed a ghost in the manor." Xuanjizi suddenly said loudly.

"Ah!" Shen Qiming was taken aback.

On the sofa, Wu Ting picked up the thermos to add hot water to the little assistant's cup, and Director Bian's eyes almost popped out when he witnessed this scene.

When did Wu Laogou, the boss of Bingshan, know how to take care of people? ?

Bian Changfeng suddenly remembered the circle of friends that caused him to be blocked, and vaguely understood something.

He looked at the gentle and calm Wu Ting, then at the green Lin Mian, and suddenly showed a ferocious smile.

Unexpectedly, Wu Laogou also has today. It’s true that good will be rewarded with good and evil will be rewarded with evil. It’s not that the time for not reporting has not yet come, so he asks who will be spared? !

But he didn't say anything, he didn't ask anything, he just didn't assist, he just sat and watched the old dog's good show!

"What are you thinking about?" Xu Shan turned his head to look at him, "Smiling so obscenely."

Bian Changfeng regained consciousness in an instant, coughed lightly, and said solemnly: "It's nothing, I just miss you."

Xu Shan was a little embarrassed by his straight ball in public: "Don't think about it, just do the task."

Wu Ting on the opposite side: ...the mobile phone of the old man in the subway.

Bian Changfeng didn't care and said, "It's just a small task. If you don't want to come, I'll let Xiao Hei come here."

Xu Shan nodded: "Indeed, the ghost aura in the manor is not serious..."

Over there, Xuanjizi snorted heavily when he heard the conversation between the two of Bian Changfeng, and disapproved: "Although this ghost is not as good as the ghosts I caught in Hong Kong Island before, it should not be underestimated."

He turned to look at Shen Qiming who was stupefied for a moment: "Nephew Shen, I'm going to open the altar now, except for Mao Mao, it's better to stay away from other people, so as not to be accidentally injured during the casting."

Hearing what he said, Shen Qiming's eyes lit up immediately: "Then I would like to thank Master, if Master can clean up the dirty things in the house, Qiming will be very grateful."

Xuanjizi's eyes were filled with pride, and he waved his hands again and again to express that he didn't care about those extraneous things, but said in his mouth: "For your mother's sake, I can give you a [-]% discount on the fee this time."

Except for Shen Qiming, the rest of the people were shocked by Xuanjizi's shamelessness.

Zhang Maocai skillfully set up incense tables, tributes, and candles in the living room, and asked Shen Qiming to buy a rooster.

The sofa, coffee table and other furniture were all pushed into the corner. Xuanjizi put on a Taoist robe, with a bell in his left hand and a copper coin sword in his right. He looked serious and looked more like an actor than an expert.

When Bian Changfeng saw this, he spit out a sip of black tea, and Wu Ting moved away from him in distaste, not forgetting to grab his little assistant by the way.

Xushan also glanced at Xuanjizi with a strange expression.

Although Xuanjizi's performance was comparable to his name, they were all playing tricks, but Lin Mian's reaction to the crowd was still a bit strange, so he humbly asked Gouwei for advice.

Brother Wei carefully looked at Wu Ting's face from the corner of his eye. Seeing that the dean had no objection, he quietly explained Lin Mian's doubts: "If you catch a ghost in front of the ghost ancestor, I will call him a hero!"

Lin Mian was taken aback, and it took him a while to understand the meaning of the hook-up words. He secretly glanced at Bian Changfeng who was busy wiping the water stains on his clothes, and slowly opened his eyes wide.

God, it seems that I know something important!

After waiting for a while, Shen Qiming bought the chicken back. The feathers were bright and the crown was full. Xuanjizi expressed his satisfaction.

Lin Mian was startled, and subconsciously leaned towards Wu Ting.

When the auspicious time came, the chicken and other tributes were placed on the incense table. Xuanjizi danced and muttered, and burned a piece of yellow paper in each of the four directions of the living room. Finally, he returned to the incense table and shouted: " Taishang Laojun is in a hurry like a law!"

The big rooster on the table stretched its neck in fright, and pecked the banana next to it with its pointed beak, leaving a small hole, Lin Mian couldn't help shaking.

Wu Ting noticed his reaction and asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Lin Mian stared at the rooster with a pair of deer eyes, her body receded even further, and almost her entire back was pressed against Wu Ting's chest.

The dean was beautiful in his heart, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly. He couldn't see that the little assistant was usually so courageous, so he was afraid of chickens!

Afraid of chickens?

Paji?

Wu Ting: I suddenly seem to understand something...

Assistant Lin who plays homophonic stalks is also very cute!

The author has something to say:

The dean of this chapter is still a carefree, happy demon who is trying to chase his wife, but the next chapter will not be necessarily, refill~

感谢在2021-11-0818:00:00~2021-11-0918:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Pipa Xing;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottle of Pipa Xing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!