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Chapter 159: Dressed like an owl
"Get out of the way, this is a vicious ghost full of hostility."

Holding his fan, Master Beidou rushed between Hu Beijun and Old Ghost.

The old man Hong who was lying on the ground rolled his eyes calmly and disgustedly. In front of Master Beidou, he stretched out his hand to thrust into the wall, and the whole ghost quickly climbed into the wall.

Master Beidou, who thought it was time to show off his skills, said, "..."

Holding his fan, he stood there for more than ten seconds, when suddenly a black and scorched claw stretched out, and slapped Master Beidou on the back of his head.

What kind of stuff dares to come to his territory to play awe-inspiring!
Old man Hong is a very cunning ghost, he will run away at the first blow, and he will never love to fight.

Master Beidou was staggered two steps forward, but when he turned around, the ghost claw had long since disappeared.

Wanwan patted Xia Zhihuai's head, and pointed outside.

Xia Zhihuai gave Qu Xiunan a break, and holding his sleeve, he quietly walked through the wall and left this infinite corridor.

After they left, not long after, the space where Hu Beijun and others were located began to distort, returning to the previous scene.

Hu Beijun secretly turned his head and took a look. The familiar layout of the house made him calm down slowly, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Where's that ghost?"

"Run away." Xiao Qin said.

"Run away?" Hu Beijun was shocked, "It chased us all night, what is it trying to do?"

Xiao Zhou thought for a while, and tentatively asked, "Exciting?"

Hu Beijun's hands holding the phone trembled, his face full of tears.

The excitement is really exciting, but he doesn't want to experience it again in his life.

He will be a good person in the future...

The first thing I did when I went out was to find the couple in the Hong family to hold them accountable.

It's too dishonest, since I haven't reminded the program crew that this is a haunted house, what if someone dies...

The more Hu Beijun thought about it, the more angry he became, and he hammered the wall twice angrily.

Asshole stuff!
"Then shall we go out now?"

Xiao Qin's heart skipped a beat when he saw the darkness outside the window.

Hu Beijun picked up his phone and ran outside: "If you don't run now, when will you wait?"

Master Beidou covered the back of his head and looked at the house where the yin energy was gradually dissipating, feeling a little depressed.

This ghost is a bit cunning!
After pulling his hair twice, he also walked out of the Hong family's house after a few people.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, Hu Beijun looked at the fog all around, stretched out his hands and rubbed his arms, and couldn't help asking Liu Beidou who was behind him: "Master Beidou, why do I feel chilly? Could there be ghosts hiding in the fog?"

Liu Beidou frowned and looked around, unfolded the fan with a swish, and threw it into the mist outside.

Soon, the folding fan whirled back into his hand, flowing with pale golden light.

"There's something about this village."

Hu Beijun said tremblingly, "Is it really there?"

Co-authoring them can't live without this house at night?
Is God going to kill his old Hu?
Liu Beidou glanced at Director Hu, shook his head and said, "This fog should be caused by the heavy Yin Qi. This village looks normal during the day, but at night it is wrapped in Yin Qi. If things go on like this, every household will be affected..."

"What do you mean?"

Liu Beidou closed his fan and asked, "Have you been to the cemetery at night?"

Hu Beijun was shocked: "I'm not sick."

"The cemetery is very cloudy, and it will look very ghostly at night. It is not suitable for people to stay. The same is true in this village. People living in places with heavy cloudy air will not only damage their lifespan, but also become weak and sick."

When Hu Beijun looked at the village again, there was no appreciation or emotion in his eyes, and he just wanted to go home early.

But the show will be filmed for another two days, he is afraid that he won't be able to go home...

"That... can we stop standing here and chat, and find a place to stay first?"

"That haunted house in the back, even if you kill me, I won't go back."

"Come on, I'll take you out."

Liu Beidou sighed. Although he didn't show his Taoism, he was still a little savvy. He usually relied on this little trick, and it would be no problem to open a business for a year or so.

It's just that I never expected that this village is so mysterious!

There must be secrets hidden in Yunguo Village, but he doesn't think he can spy on it with his half-bottle of water.

Right now, it is enough to save the lives of these people.

It is better to leave such serious situations to competent people to deal with.

...Xia Zhihuai, on his side, left the yard with Wanwan on a familiar road.

Wan Wan turned around and asked Yun Zhan to leave first, she was going to summon Uncle Hei Wu Chang from the underworld.

If he saw Brother Yunzhan here, he would probably invite him back...

The cloud stack is transparent at a glance, and he will leave here soon.

Wanwan took out her own doll and injected spiritual energy into the doll.

The surrounding Yin Qi slowly formed a cyclone, and a black voice came out of it quietly.

Fan Wujiu was stunned for a moment when he looked at the strong yin energy around him, and walked towards Wanwan with his brows furrowed.

"Uncle Wuchang."

"I've seen the little fairy." Fan Wujiu raised his hand in salute, he always approached directly and never beat around the bush, "I don't know why you are looking for me?"

Wanwan took out the soul orb from her pocket, and threw it on the ground. The soul orb gradually transformed into old man Hong.

She lowered her head and pulled the red rope off old man Hong's hand, and stuffed it back into her pocket.

"I want you to guide him to the underworld." Wanwan said with her head raised.

Hei Wuchang looked at Old Ghost Hong lying on the ground, staring at him eagerly, with a look of awe and fear that couldn't be concealed.

"Okay, that's my job."

He took out his tablet, took a wisp of Old Ghost Hong's dark energy, and quickly entered Old Ghost Hong's information.

"Hong Tongshan, 68 years old."

"Cause of death, suffocation."

Fan Wujiu looked at Hong Tongshan lying on the ground: "Get up, follow me to the underworld."

Hong Tongshan lay motionless on the ground, a little confused: "I can't get up, I'm paralyzed..."

Fan Wujiu: "..."

"Ghost doesn't have hemiplegia. You have a mental problem. You can stand up now."

Hong Tongshan was skeptical and squeezed his leg.

Seeing this, Fan Wujiu gave him a ray of pure yin.

Yin Qi flowed over Hong Tongshan's body, and his scorched skin instantly shattered, revealing his appearance in life.

The old man in a blue cloth coat and a dark blue cloth hat, with a somewhat hunched back, is not tall, looked cheerfully at his recovered body, got up from the ground gratefully, and walked towards Fan Wujiu He bowed solemnly.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir!"

……

After his body was burnt, even if he was a ghost, Hong Tongshan spent most of his time crawling around on the ground.

It may be subconsciously feeling that I can't move my legs.

He has been paralyzed in bed for three years and is used to losing control of his body.

It is said that there is no filial son in front of the long-term sick bed, and this is not true at all.

His son and daughter-in-law dislike him, but rely on his status to live on subsistence allowances and pensions...

He also thought about dying, but he was unwilling.

I always want to see my grandchildren more, but my grandchildren don't get close to him.

Dislike him lying on the bed dirty and smelly.

He sees the child's rejection of him too clearly and too much, and hides all of this in his heart, and dare not have any temper.

After his death, he still felt like a wimp, but deep down he was still unwilling.

The child who worked so hard to raise her for most of her life turned out to be a well-dressed owl in the end.

His life was short for dozens of years, and he didn't realize until the end that this person's life was too difficult.

I always think that I am worthy of the sky, the earth, my old wife, and my children... but I am only sorry for myself.

If there is a next life, he hopes to treat himself better.

At the very least, no more wimps.

(End of this chapter)