Chapter 65: Daxian Ghostbusters

On the surface, President Wang looked calm and peaceful, but in fact he was also playing a snare drum in his heart.

He totaled in his mind, can he really have that ability in midweek? Can you still conjure up ghosts? If you fool the ignorant child, can you still fool me? I walked a lot at night, and I haven't heard of ghosts. "

In this case, if the residents say there are ghosts, then we can catch ghosts. Anyway, let’s take a form, and everyone will feel at ease. Thinking of this, Mr. Wang directly told the little manager: "Go to the county and ask if there is anything. Well-known Taoist priests or something, go to catch ghosts, it can be regarded as comforting the owners."

"Okay, I'll go now." The little manager didn't dare to neglect, so he ran out to inquire everywhere.

Generally, small cities, counties, or villages are quite convinced of this kind of thing, rather than believing it is not credible, after all, these small cities are not as open as large cities.

Not to mention that the little manager really found out when he went to the county, and spent a lot of money to invite a great mage known as ‘ghost, sorrow’. Everyone in this small county town has heard his name.

Mr. Wang was very satisfied with the efficiency of the young manager. At night, he asked him to call all the owners in several communities to let them see with their own eyes how the master of "Ghost Sees Sorrow" catches ghosts.

The owners have also heard of this master. It is said that the price of asking him to do the ritual is not low, and they were surprised that the developer did a good job this time, and they were willing to pay a big price to invite this "ghost to worry".

Mr. Wang deliberately asked the driver to drive his big dash to pick up the "ghost sees sorrow" arch mage. As soon as the car door opened, he saw the arch mage step out of the car with a handful of goatee and a round frame. She is very arrogant with her little sunglasses, wearing a dark blue robe, and her head raised.

Mr. Wang hurriedly smiled and said, "You are the master of sorrow, right?"

Gui Jianshou gave an imposing hum, and then asked angrily: "What's the matter, which building is haunted?"

President Wang was a little unhappy in his heart. He was rich and rich in Dongzhou County, and he was covered by his old classmate Liang Magistrate. He said it was a snakehead. Who would dare to talk to him like that?

But there’s no way. Who can let someone be a great master? He still counts on others to catch ghosts, so he smiled and said, “Look, great master, this neighborhood is haunted. These owners say that there are people walking in the corridors at night, but they can’t find When I arrived, the toilet was flushed by myself, and it was said that I saw a ghost pressing on me."

Gui Jianshou coldly snorted and said with a disdainful look: "Huh, it's just some little ghosts making trouble. As long as I am troubled by the ghosts, even if it is black and white, I have to be honest and go back to the underworld!"

Mr. Wang nodded repeatedly when he heard what he said, how domineering he is, do you dare to say that if you have no ability?

"Master, what do you need? We will prepare for you?" President Wang asked politely.

Gui Jianshou waved his hand and said, "I have brought them all. Let's see how I clean up this kid."

"Then master, would you please?" Mr. Wang asked tentatively.

After saying this, the ghost did not move, but looked at Mr. Wang and the little manager. Mr. Wang didn't understand what it meant. He turned his head to look at the little manager. The little manager suddenly realized that he whispered to Mr. Wang, "Master Wang has a rule. You have to give money first."

"Ah!" Mr. Wang just reacted and asked with a smile, "Master, how much does it cost to do this ritual?"

"Hey!" Master Gui Jianshou spit out disdainfully, and said arrogantly: "It's too tacky to withdraw money!"

"Ah? Then..." Mr. Wang suddenly didn't know what to do. He is a nouveau riche, he likes to use money to settle things, if he doesn't need money, he doesn't know what to do.

But before Mr. Wang could ask, Master Gui Jian Sorrow opened his mouth again, and said sternly, "I don’t want money, but the gods in the past have to ask for money to be filial. The incense money cannot be less. How many gods do you have for such a large building? Ah, no matter how many counts!"

There is a palm in the depths of Gui Jiansorrow. He originally wanted to say five thousand, but after reading it, President Wang waved his hand: "Okay, fifty thousand will be transferred to you."

puff!

Gui Jianshou almost bleeds, he is really a big boss, and his shot is fifty thousand! This was enough for me to eat for several years, so I went into the building to catch ghosts.

The owners who originally hoped to catch ghosts shook their heads one after another, and sighed secretly how does this so-called ghost master look like a liar?

Not long afterwards, I saw the voice-controlled lights in the corridor light up. Through the windows in the corridor, everyone could vaguely see the figure of the master, wearing a Taoist robe, holding a peach wood sword, yellow paper, etc., jumping there. To do rituals.

However, things did not go as smoothly as everyone thought. After a flash of lightning, the Master finished his practice, but the lights in the corridors of the community were still flashing, and the lights in the entire building went dark in an instant. Yes, it's like a dead building.

After a minute, I saw the sorrowful voice of the Great Master of Sorrow, and ran out of the building like a mad, shouting ghosts! With a disheveled hair, his face pale in horror, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Everyone saw that even the mages were scared away, whether it was a ghost or something, so they ran out of the community one after another, and then surrounded Mr. Wang to talk.

President Wang is also clever. He got in the car and ran away from the other door. He ran faster than a rabbit.

The next morning, a few aunts ran to find their parents in midweek to go shopping. After knowing that they were promising in midweek, these aunts ran home without problems. In the middle of the week, I didn't say anything. How could they be relatives, and the ones who can be in harmony are best.

There was a knock on the door not long after the parents left. In the middle of the week, they thought they had forgotten something. As soon as the door was opened, there were five or six men, headed by Wang Zong and a bald middle-aged man.

"Isn't this Mr. Wang? You are so busy, why did you visit the door yourself?" Zhou Zhong smiled slightly, knowing what this guy is here for.

"In the middle of the week, did you make a mess of my real estate? I tell you, you are illegal in this way. Come with me to the bureau!"

President Wang shouted at Zhou Zhong with an angry look.

In the middle of the week, his expression also became cold, and he coldly snorted: "President Wang, this is a society under the rule of law. We can speak with evidence. Why am I messing with your real estate? How can I not understand this?"

"Don't understand? Don't play stupid with me in midweek, I know you did it!" Mr. Wang said cruelly.

The middle-aged bald man who came with Mr. Wang was a deputy director of the city. Seeing that the place where he lived in the middle of the week was in a shabby condition, he was not a rich man at first sight. He didn’t even have money, so he dared to be like Mr. Wang. Speaking, he looked at Zhou Zhong contemptuously and said: "You have always told me about your affairs. Don't think that you have Han Li backing you and think you can do it. This province is not the Han family's decision."

Wearing a police uniform next to him was the leader of the county criminal police team. This guy was even more arrogant. Seeing the deputy chief said so, he was anxious to yell at Zhou Zhong.

"Be honest with Lao Tzu, don't you know what you are, I will tell you today that you can quickly deal with what you have done, otherwise Lao Tzu will call someone over to arrest you and go back to jail."

As he said, he kicked the door of the middle of the week vigorously, and with the wind of demonstration, how could the broken door of the middle of the week withstand his kick, creaking and screaming, as if it would fall off immediately.

Zhou Zhong smiled, thinking that he hadn't been in jail, so he sneered and said to the policeman: "You must enforce the law impartially, otherwise you may be the next person to be attacked by a ghost."

As soon as the police heard this, they thought that you, a hillbilly, still dared to intimidate the police. The man in this small county met him. He didn't whisper. It was only in the middle of this week that he was so ignorant of good and bad. Today, he must be taught. How could I even be able to raise my head in front of President Wang and Deputy Director.

"Do you still dare to intimidate Lao Tzu? I think you have eaten the courage of the bear heart and leopard, right? To tell you the truth, when you are done, Lao Tzu will treat you today. No one can speak well."

The policeman blew his beard and stared at Zhou Zhong. His eyes were full of anger and his face flushed. He rolled up his sleeves and was ready to give Zhou Zhong a fist to make him suffer. He had to hit him on his knees. Called Grandpa.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the policeman suddenly looked like a ghost and jumped up in the room.

He was dancing and groaning, his eyelids rolled up, and foam on the corners of his mouth kept pouring out, his facial features were twisted like a mental illness, he danced with his hands and feet, and he didn't know what dance he was doing, like Indian dance or Latin dance. Looks like a jumping clown.

Mr. Wang and the Deputy Director leaned close, wanting to hear what he was talking about, but before he got close, the policeman threw a plop and knelt in front of Zhou Zhong, yelling, "Uncle forgive me, Uncle forgive me", talking endlessly He kept kowtow and banged his head, and felt pain in the middle of the week. After a while, the policeman knocked himself out and fell to the ground, his limbs twitching like an electric motor generating electricity.

This frightened Mr. Wang and the deputy director. They looked at Zhou Zhong in amazement, believing that it must have been done in Zhou Zhong, but they can't come up with evidence now. After all, this is not a god-like thing. They could say it out of nothing, so the two looked at Zhou Zhong viciously, as if they could eat him.

"Do you think the retribution is coming?"

Zhou Zhong said with a sneer, but with the effort of speaking, the policeman had already started to hit the wall with his head on his own. With such force, he smashed out blood in two or three strokes.

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Mr. Wang and the Deputy Director were afraid that something might happen, so they hurried to ask Mid-Zhou to save people. Mr. Wang was really scared, and said to Mid-Zhou: "Okay, well, I know you didn’t do it, but you can I can’t think of a way to save people."

"That won't work, I'm afraid you say it's me, I don't have the ability." Zhou Zhong said, shaking his head like a rattle.

"You didn't do it, I testify, you just kindly saved people!" The deputy chief couldn't sit still anymore, it was a bit too evil.

In the middle of the week, he thought for a while and said with a smile: "Okay, I have studied Chinese medicine, so I can try to save him, but I can't save people in vain. There must be some medical expenses or something?"

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